My poetry

Poetry from my notebook on May 9, 2013

 A man should

A man makes a difference

exactly what he does

his personal standards

how a life should be

He make his own statements

understanding that he should

just express himself

Helped hand out

plaques to some

people doing

wonderful things

May 9, 2012

Detours

Detour

party crash

dates

dining

trends

styles

roundabout way

organized people

sudden collapse

a social engagement

consuming of food

going in a particular direction

perculiar mode of expression

furnishing and decoration

Goes as far as possible

human strength

energy generated

take shifts

less exhausting

exhilarating

energy of the crowd

need more energy

ride faster

gain energy from other sources

the current flows through

check to see

if it is getting low

reviving energy

promote

raise

comparable

the energy goes into an individuals

ensuring minimal energy

goes as far as possible

Just about Leonard Cohen

eyes open

drawing self

images on a tablet

his old age

love his voice

spirituality with

what he does

can ‘t say

He sings his songs

never goes

to his art shows

could recognize

the answer

sketched on a napkin

highly anticipated

sometimes sad sketches

of woman

of nature

“hallelujah”

sense of mysticism

see the mystic

black out lines

minimal uses

poetry

religious proverbs

found in longing

a run of one hundred

he is so shy

Careful strokes

croque monsieur

provolone spills over

layer of candy apple

bulbs hang from hight

displays of salads

not to mention the building

tastes better than most

mushroom caps

juicy pickles

spicy

make an impression

reveal it

ascend to the summit

wooden booths

steel

large canvas

careful strokes

Comes as a surprize

Not just a citadel

space formerly filled

friendly and formal

button down

now occupied

Same classic

white shirts

terrific

falls right off

whiskey

Spots

fixed

artistry

upstairs

Styles of slides

dripping

come as a surprize

Coffee and dessert

cranberry

maple syrup

whole nuts

mixed fruit

chocolate

coffee

moist

thick

hot

Belvedere

Belvedere

banner existed before

flag adorned walls inside

shrines of sorts

with paintings

tables

stumbled into

lining up outside

the discrete

Attention to details

different kinds

chosen

to stir

makes a pot

fresh

cool

arriving

lemon and line

barely covers like a work of

covers the sigh

sombreros

fireplaces

praying Virgin Mary

overlooking

Too late

They were running

no comfort

sting is less sharp

the slightest sense

terror

since the very day

three months later

might be the better

to lick their wounds

repeatedly

ruthlessly splashed with disaster

lopsided contest

overwhelming odds

all that remained

too late

What was normal

No other word

to make the fact

seemed impossible

from the confusion

weariness

were running away

hadn’t even had

tired men elderly

hurled

their numbers

their numbers

despair

gesture of defiance

gesture was all it took

to flee

thirty knot breeze

The starboard

a semblance of dignity

left hand clutched

mug of lukewarm coffee

what was normal

at the moment

fatigue slacked expression

Gandalf my grey

Gandalf my fluffy cat

oddly long hair

when his siblings were all short hair

his parents as well

He comes along while I work

he pushes in

sits on my writings

he is so loving

hard to resist him

gotta love Gandalf my grey

 

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