
This week was pretty intense, and fun in my poetry class. First I had to memorize, and recite a poem in one of two books my instructor uses in class. This is the poem I chose Tuesday 9:00 AM by, Denver Butson. This right now is my favorite poem, considering it took me seven days …

One could hardly salute The Burma Shave Genre without Tom Waits uncoiling a Memorial Day Weekend dirge for summer time traveling with his own Burma Shave.

Starter grinds. Lights fail.
Mechanics grin. Dollars drip.
Cell phone wails, "J'accuse."

Cypress, weeping willows, laden, dripping with Spanish moss, wet from noon rainin the languid summer day, as I peeredfrom my hidden place, on the lee shorelistening to the cacophony of frog soundscoming, from behind me as I swishedwater. over, through my sun browned toeswaiting, …

One cell'sDynastic swellBlooms two, then four as artand DNA instruct. ImpartNew heart.

[*Note: This is a poem--first effort--written by a friend. He says it just "occurred". Maybe he's a better musician than a poet. Only feedback will tell. -- GP]
The west is raping our mama
There is no help from Obama
The Africans cry
Two degrees & we'll fry
Let us all pray fo …

White, black-eyed kitten Snags the curtain. Firm, ears up He, skirling, notches This moment's sheer precision... Then leaps to claim his shadow bird.
Legs splayed, grooming seems His best riposte. Earth's rebukeNot to be remarked. Then ears a twitch, he scampers off...Mom …

En Prision
Contigo me siento en prision.
Sin ti, estoy seguro.
Por ti, estoy en silencio.
Tu eres un mal recuerdo en mi vida.
With you I am in prison.
Without you I am safe.
For you, I am silent.
You are a bad memory in my life.
by, Master Link, Mariella, a …

Tell Me, Please
have you ever seen an image,
on tv, or in a book, or maybe the inter
net, an image so disturbing it made you cry?
me too, an image so haunting
that I halted once at a stop
sign and waited for any car
to stop, please mister can you
tell me, did …

Sometime close to this date, in 1048, 984 years ago, was born the brilliant Omar Khayyám. Why am I not more precise about his birthday? Because that birth date, like that of so many historical figures, such as that of George Washington's for instance, is subject to revisi …
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"If it be love indeed, tell me how much."
- Cleopatra from Shakespeare's Antony and Cleopatra

Poems once collected me but I said noleaves of grass are not my wayhaving once seen honor acid etched in innocencefor which six men and one boy diedwhile an old madman, instigator of it all, grinned mirthlesslyas a young girl crouched unheeding bleeding reeling and in shame.
Poem …
Two Sassoons, Vidal and Siegfried Source: New Yorker
The old Sephardic surname “Sassoon” was shared by two Englishmen who had little in common other than their good looks, their military valor, their love of sport, their glory in separate spheres, and their longevity. For me, however, they had a meaningful rela …

The chair creaks as we sit and chuckle
its not a rocking chair
just old.
We've been sitting together like this
for 20 years now,
just talking.
and creaking together.
the old stories make me feel ... connected
in such isolating times,
no anchor.
Not to worry though I just wanted t …

I've been working on this poem for awhile now and here is the final version, for now :)
I left the original version up if you're interested.
Rewrite
This is it
This is it, not then, not later, now!
Do not worry the past like a bone,
Do not scheme for unseen futures …

Ancient unto time
Ancient unto time, scents of spring nights
Season's blooms, overjoyed with moonlight
Pollen drifting, wafting on breezes, catching air
Blossoms exhalations, permeating the air sweetly
Some so subtle, others overwhelmingly scented
Awash on my face, …

I read the main boards daily, but rarely comment. Most of what I see is based on the Left - Right dichotomy. In my opinion the American people need to be more concerned with what's right and wrong with our nation,and less by the letter after the name. A (D) or an (R) that follows …

Father, you stood alone
By the pyre and wept
Watching the flames that soared
Upon the lonely dead
The steadfast companion
A half mate, the other half
of sanity and reason bereft
Lost in a world of shadows
Neither shallow nor deep
Watching the flames that soared
Upon …

I am in the process of VERY SLOWLY revisiting writings of my past, ALOT of stuff. I came across a couple of poems that I wrote back in the 80′s I think that I felt were worth sharing. As I’ve mentioned before, some of the stuff from my “teenage angst” era …

Hero's End
- by Eric Frankson (12-13-07)
He picked her up,
and then she said...
“I love it when
Chiv’ry ain't dead!”...
But 'Chivalry' rarely gets you laid;
it barely gets the house bills paid.
A grand display
in a tragic play, …

She is currently my favorite poet.
Her last book of poetry, "That's Enough" (translated) went on sale in Poland, via report, and sold out.
I read her almost every day.
She used what many call a 'simple' language' to communicate 'common' depth.
That appeals to me.
She hasn't been …

Water’s Edge - Eric Frankson 3/31/12
Sometimes the trail’s end seems so very near… Weary feet slog onward through time itself…