The Storm
Current mood: pleased
Category: Writing and Poetry

The storm

stalls over

the lake

this late

summer

morn

the rain

blending

with my tears

a wetness

too joyful

for words

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I am a man...
Current mood: blessed
Category: Writing and Poetry

I am a man

with my heart

in my hand

you want

it…

it is yours!

3:39 PM - 6 Comments - 10 Kudos - Add Comment

I took...
Current mood: exanimate
Category: Writing and Poetry

I took

Charlotte Flynn

for her very first spin

then dumped her

for another less

loquacious

Irish girl

one with a

strawberry curl

Peggy Burke

was her name

daughter of Kathryn Anne

who sure

looked good in

just about everything

she would sing

Danny Boy

just to make you cry

even cause

Father Miller

to blush and sigh

she was

my girlfriend's

real hot mom

how I use to wish

that we could

get it on!

10:34 PM - 5 Comments - 12 Kudos - Add Comment

The Riley brothers...
Current mood: working
Category: Writing and Poetry

The Riley brothers

Johnny Sullivan

Paddy Burke

and I

all sat

on the Riley's

front step…

five tough Irish kids

except I was only one quarter

and my parents had converted

to Episcopalian

so I always had to

prove myself more

be just a bit tougher

only I was never

much of a fighter,

I was always

more of a lover

much preferring

to look up my teacher's skirts

than pick a fight

for no reason…

this one day

Paddy Burke

shakes his fist at me…

"Why do you look

at my mother like that"?

I just shrug

and put up my dukes

I was about to get

beat shitless

once again…

but at least

I always had

a hard on…

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The Poet’s Pay
Current mood: working
Category: Writing and Poetry

The Poet's Pay

Looking at

the poem

itself

suckled

on the page

This is after a comment left by Seb on one of yesterday's musings.

k

11:46 AM - 13 Comments - 12 Kudos - Add Comment

The Poet’s Purpose
Current mood: blissful
Category: Writing and Poetry

The Poet's Purpose

To love

be loved

then sing

it…

I'm not sure if poets even have a purpose...this was just a thought after reading a comment on someone else's blog.

k

2:18 AM - 7 Comments - 14 Kudos - Add Comment

Poetry
Current mood: working
Category: Writing and Poetry

Poetry

I do it

because

it hurts

if I don't

let it

loose…

what

is your

excuse?

Beginning with such pieces as "I take", "When I sit", "Auto Writing 8" is an attempt at engaging poets in a poetic discussion on the writing of poetry...how it happens for you, what you do with it, etc.  If it inspires you to join in with me on this discussion, I would be most honoured and appreciative.

kl  8/24/08

2:27 PM - 19 Comments - 16 Kudos - Add Comment

Auto Writing 8
Current mood: mellow
Category: Writing and Poetry

There is a dense morning mist hanging over the lake taking the ride down to get the Times and read a book review or two before work starts I think about what the poet's purpose is since reading this phrase in a comment on another's poem on myspace  just what the hell is the poets purpose other than pleasing the self to be able to take a feeling which comes in a line and then after setting that down letting the rest come like the big birth even causing pains like the real thing and the damn poem not coming down the canal and out the fingers without the proper dilation of the psyche but with the proper abandon and breathing it does and so then the poem becomes the child of the poet and is let go after expending so much on giving life to it then is not the purpose of the poet to just leave a little something of him or herself on this good earth for others to pick up dust off take in and thereby continue the cycle of reincarnation of the poem in another form be it some other expression of feeling from the next human who comes upon it feeling the line coming but is too busy being all too human to even notice it much less write it down O god how I hope the next time this happens to me I put down whatever it is I'm doing to let the thing gestate long enough before I let it go…er…er…ugh…ahh…

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When I sit...
Current mood: content
Category: Writing and Poetry

When I sit

looking at

empty paper

with nothing

coming out

it's time

to go do

something

different

like watch

the sails

on the lake

shop for

the coming

week

take a walk

down to

the beach

or just sit

on the

front step

and wait for

what happens

next…

6:01 PM - 26 Comments - 26 Kudos - Add Comment

Meeting...
Current mood: blissful
Category: Writing and Poetry

Meeting

on the altar

of our love

we drink

each other

down…

not

a drop is

sacrificed!

1:21 PM - 6 Comments - 16 Kudos - Add Comment