2132. Safe

Be glad
That I
Vent
My
Dating
Frustration
On paper
And not
At you
:-)

2109. Men Poets

Hearts
Extended,
Minds
Bended,
Pens
Wet,
Men in
The throes
Of liking
Write
Poems
And
Hope.

2077. Flight of Fancy

If you see
Written here
A bit of our life
Or conversation,
Remember
This interpretation
Might just be
A momentary
Flight of fancy.
Then again,
It could be
What I really
Think.
Guess
You'll have
To ask.

2031. It Just Does

How did
You
Write
This many
Poems?
When you're
Me,
This sort
Of thing
Just
Happens.

2030. Thanks, Professor

My college English
Lit professor told
His freshman students,
"Go have a lot of sex
Because after college
It will be harder to get.
And ladies,
Sad as it may be,
You'll never find guys
Better than these."
Then, we read
John Donne's
"The Flea,"
Written in the 16th
Or 17th century.
(This is a true
Story.)

Link to John Donne's poem "The Flea": http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/175764
Link to explanation of the meaning of "The Flea": http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Flea_(poem)

2029. A Happy Accident

A coffee stain
On my journal's page
Looks like the sun
The image somehow
Makes me smile
On this rainy day

2027. Alive

I'm three inches tall.
I can feel your fingertip
On my midriff.
Your hand is far bigger
Than my wall.
How did I get inside
Something so small?
I am an image
Inside your phone.
If you delete me
I will die.
I am alive.

2098. A Message from Inside the Page

I am the letters TH left of center on a type written page.  I can feel your eyes glide over me.  If you're curious, eyes tickle.  People of all ages pick up and caress me and my friends on these pages.

This book is my home, where I and my family reside.  I know I have lots of relatives.  I can feel them.  We are so many, practically a whole world of our own.

I'm part of a triad of letters.  My friend, the E, must feel lonely, but then he can't be as his relatives are more plentiful than mine.

I feel a fingertip as it touches my page.  There's an old man, a re-reader.  I know his print.  He is an old friend.  I hope he'll come to see me again.  I've heard humans turn to dust long before some of us in books do.  Is it true?  

2093. Immortality

I cannot
Be erased
I cannot
Be undone
I am immortal
In the lines
I have written
And the minds
Of those
Who have read
Or heard
My words

2086. I Win Either Way

You will be
In my life
No matter what
You
Decide to do
You'll be
My illusion
If you're not
There
In person

2030. L'Ecrivaine

J'ecris

La poesie

Des fois

Faisant

Des fautes

Mais

Tant pis

J'aime

Jouer

Avec des mots

Balancer

Les paroles

Je suis

La muse

Et personne

Ne me refuse

J'insiste

Je m'amuse

On writing, Fautes de francais

2012. On Writing

Reviewing lines

Of mine

Reminds me

Who I used

To be

And lets me

Find myself

Anew

On writing

2000. Dual Millenium Poem

With this

Note

I form

My

Two

Thousandth

Poem

On Writing

1998. Revisionist

You said

You read

Of me

Ejecting men

That's not

Really

What was

Happening

You see

That's the beauty

Of writing

I

Create

History

On Writing

1989. Poetry Moment

Before

I had

A poetry

Moment...

Or it had me...

Like a sneeze.

It overcame me

Unexpectedly.

Now,

At least

Once in a while,

I can decide

When to be

Creative.

On Writing

1965. On Poet Laureate Al Young

Last weekend

We heard

Poet laureate

Al Young

We were happy

To see him

As he was

A venerable

Gentleman

Like Morpheus

Of the matrix

In his appearance

Strength

And warmth

Yet comfortably

Casual

Like the people

Who live here

He resonated

With the audience

His poems,

Though,

Couldn't hold

My attention

I remember

Only smatterings

He spoke of jazz

And he performed

His speech

Like rhythm

In music

He reminded me

Of a gentle

Scholarly

Professor

But my mind

Wandered

To my own

Writing

Why?

Later,

In the evening

I remembered

How I knew him

We saw him

The fourth

Of July

He and his

And me and mine

All collected

On a San Francisco

Hill

To watch

Colorful starbursts

In the sky

We didn't

Introduce ourselves

We stood nearby

Admiring

Another

Of the wonders

This lovely city

Provides us
We spoke briefly

Of the sparkling

Light

On Writing, Life in San Francisco

1962. Poem without Personal Pronouns

Who?

A bird

A poet

A dancer

A lover

A wife

Meow

A cat's

Mother

Be

On Writing, About Women

1896. Ask and Receive the Answer

For those of you
Who are wondering
What I'm thinking
And why I write
What I do
Ask me directly
If you want
An answer
I'll give your question
My full attention


On Writing

1878. Poetry for You

If from my words
Spring forward
Your own
Similar thoughts
And memories,
If my poems
Bring laughter,
Comfort or empathy,
If what you see
Against this...
Life's white
Background...
Rings true,
These poems
As for me
Are also for you.


On Writing

1835. Poetic Struggle

I'm
Struggling
To write
A poem
Tonight
That's safe
To share


On Writing