Wednesday, August 26, 2020

Out Of August

She just now sent this
From the kitchen entitled
"Don't Forget To Laugh"--
One of many yearly
"Veggieportaits" she 
Uses to lure me out of
August, awful month except
For so many loved ones'
Birthdays, harvests, stunning
Flavors but hot as...
Well, who can complain as
Garden deliriants obtain? 

Friday, June 26, 2020

Homonyms Or Homophones?

In music, in thought, we find
The mind entails a notion
Of all things and the
Mind entails an ocean
Of all things...
   does the
Pacific as our star leans
Into sunset , where life,
Language bring an ocean
And notion to mean
Much the same thing.

Tuesday, May 26, 2020

Oh Dear

I have just now written a grampa poem based on perusal of photo-archives and remembered stories from relatives. It could be a ballad if I could rhyme things oftener, but I'm happy with it. Hope you are too. --Geo.

Oh dear, what shall
I do, and what good will
It do when I do it?
Grampa took a train
As far as he could,
Hired a boat by the bay.
He made his way through
Thoroughfares, Bedlam,
Where squares became
Parallelograms --in defeat,
Buildings lunged onto streets.
He found my great aunt Ann,
And likewise uncle Joe,
Gave them cash, food, wine.
So they got though it fine.
Grampa was a good man,
As angels grade themselves.
He never spoke of his good works
Then died when I was twelve.

Thursday, April 30, 2020

Time Travel Poem: My failure to Capture Billy The Kid.

(To Norma)
I stepped out of the 
Pumphouse (it was a
Million o'clock in
The morning) and drew 
The door behind me,
Confused in light and
Dew --I remembered you.
An early investigation
In this young nation of
Fields and farms: I went
Wisely to the school-
Marm and asked, "What's
Billy The Kid's middle name?"
You said, "A definite article."
I said, "'The?'!"
You said "Duh!"
"How does he outrun the law?"
"With a modifier --always did.
Fools everybody -- it's
'Billy The Other Kid'!"
I said,"You're right, of course."
As I fell off my horse but
Did not fail to mention she
Should return with me to
My century as it really
Could use her attention.

Tuesday, January 21, 2020

Potted Olive Tree

When day brings 
Him into learning,
Grayboy springs
Into action, attacking
One or another fraction
Of all things, uniting
them, wrestling, testing
Himself  in all he sees.
We too might learn from
Wrestling olive trees.

Friday, November 15, 2019

Imagine Autumn

In fantasy, fish swim
Flames of the sun--
Lenses sailing light,
Twist and glide in dreams
That are never done.

Saturday, October 12, 2019


Future is at best a
Dappled thing --time
Dancing, light, leaves--
That retrieves
Starlit sky from
Focus in early
Westbound blur
On an east wall.
Amnestic reel calls,
Spins where Norma is.
A new day begins.