Dealing with Death

I just reviewed this site...no  less than six posted poems since January  have to do in some way with death, which is strange, because as I grow older, and as I experience the deaths of others close to me, death has become a part of life.   But when I was young, I was haunted by […]

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Palimpsest - a Sonnet

Someone asked me the other day if a poem I had marked as autobiographical was "true".   I replied that it was, like most autobiography, fiction based on a true story.   The same holds true for the following verse.   Here is its true story.   I was standing behind a pretty woman named Barbara at work as […]

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Found Poems

Found poems are poems created by taking words, phrases, and even whole passages from prosaic sources and reframing them as poetry.  They are the poetic equivalent of the "scrapture" events that used to be held at the Sonoma County dump - exhibitions of sculptures made from discarded items..   I'd forgotten that I'd ever written a […]

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Slouching Towards Oligarchy

In an earlier post, I said, without further explanation that we are slouching towards oligarchy in this country.   I'd like to explain what I meant Oligarchy is an ugly word; for that matter, it is an ugly concept, especially to a small "d" democrat like myself - rule by an elite.  Slouching means to move […]

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To The Fair

Here I go again.   I said here that I didn't write songs, and yet here is yet another verse turned into a song, this one from the early 70's. Intro: My mother made me take you out She said that you were very sad, Because your mother and your dad Had perished in a roundabout. […]

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On the Decline of Light Verse

As I have indicated here , I grew up in a household that loved verse.   My mother was an actress, who appreciated recitations.   My father was a college professor turned rocket scientist who loved to recite.   I grew up with W S Gilbert, and Lewis Carroll and Ogden Nash.   In those days, […]

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Another Song

Recently, I posted this, which I said was the only true song I ever wrote.   That's no longer true.  A refrain from a Dylan-inspired verse I wrote back in 1968 began to percolate in my brain, and it has just expanded into my second song. Fortune Smiles on a Motherless Child Intro(1): Well, Life, […]

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Spontaneous Poetry

Sometimes, a verse just pours out of you.  Often, when that happens, you feel compelled to revise and perfect it.   But sometimes, a spontaneous poem is a record that seems as though it should last forever, just as it is. In the summer of 1986, my late wife, Pat Wiggins, and I were on […]

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