There will be times a growing person hates –
occasions of confusion or ill will,
when anger fills the heart and no debates
can settle feelings mixed and poised to spill.
A child’s ego grows and separates,
and needs to learn to handle well and ill.
Ambivalence in passion is the trend –
that’s why a parent shouldn’t act as friend.
(Ottava Rima)
Some people favor personality
and others espouse policies instead.
“I hate French food,” a fool once said to me,
and twice I’ve heard acquaintances declare
that they won’t read a novel if they see
the movie adaptation first, as if
both treatments have the same capacity.
There’s more than plot in print to charm the head,
and film must limit such trajectory.
(Magic 9)
“Sapiosexual” she voiced to me,
when I said I’m turned on by learning, but
I looked it up and found that, technically,
her term denotes attraction to a brain
above the norm. But let’s speak honestly –
alone or not, I thrill to new ideas.
It’s like addiction to epiphany –
I long to gather why, and even what.
The closest word I find’s “philomathy.”
(Magic 9)
Three stations situated near my place –
Downtown, Rockridge, and Ashby – are around
a 30-minute walk I oft embrace.
The first is up, the others underground.
The stroll’s more interesting, is what I’ve found,
in north or south directions. But the west
(to Ashby, fewer walkers, more car sound)
has solo concrete seating I like best.
(Huitain)
Deciding I won’t exercise the way
that’s customary, nursing a sore arm
I got from shots I suffered yesterday,
intended to protect from viral harm,
succeeded by a trek with full display
to kin of school and avenue aswarm,
I bathe and rest with zero tasks required,
indulging me, by age and actions tired.
(Ottava Rima)
When we were young and lovely, and in love,
and trying to identify the ways
that we were similar, as if to shove
conclusions we’d be soulmates all our days,
we little noticed difference in the haze
that passion wove around us and between.
We didn’t see your spending as a screen
against a need unmet, affection’s loss.
We neither understood what values mean,
or how you’d hide behind your money toss.
(Dizain)
Erection moves along beyond the wall
of brick that borders to the east of here.
It hasn’t been a silent build at all,
and as it grows its western features rear:
four holes ill-placed are windows in the tall
expanse (two stories), where no view is clear.
I’m trying not to mind the owner’s goals,
but I preferred the look of fewer holes.
(Ottava Rima)
Returning after dark the other night,
my caution and alertness was increased.
I waited for a bus in scattered light
from shop fronts and sparse traffic, yearning east
and watching idlers, drivers in my sight
in neutral, males unmoving not the least,
without an inkling I’d compose this poem
in gratitude I made it safely home.
(Ottava Rima)
Described as being brave, the hero said
she really didn’t feel she had a choice.
She paused to let another act instead,
but no one stepped ahead. She heard no voice
beyond her own say necessary verbs.
There wasn’t any time to hesitate.
Need needs be met, for otherwise disturbs
the soul and sends the sense of self toward hate.
Somebody had to think like an adult.
The kids were petulant, the exes sick
with bitterness. For growing to result,
for happiness to kindle from that wick,
then one at least must rise to meet a call
that isn’t fun or comfortable at all.
Now I can tell you’re irritated too –
you wisely try to alter how we speak.
But saying “I won’t go there” will not do,
unless you modify your own technique
of blurting statements generating pique
or begging a response that won’t concur.
We’re on the phone – you don’t throw out a slur –
but what’s “I find that interesting” to mean?
I can’t decline to speak and won’t demur.
We’re slogging in a fatuous routine.
(Dizain)
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