OK - poetry inspired by William Carlos Williams

OK

It was good

That day

I remember I got my lunch

I signed OK

OK

And there’s that game

So much fun was had

When you 

Finally saw my OK

OK 

And now we can’t 

Help it to help everyone

To call out the OK

As not okay

OK 

For centuries before

must not have been good enough

For today watch out

If you say OK

----- These Paints -------

These paints these colors

are not good enough

they do not 

know

how to paint or color

---- Thoughts on a Dali ----

He was not on the sea

She did not see him

the scene emblazoned

long enough

the shape was open

love held tight

a greater longing

stood behind

Calling on memory

brush in hand

--- Responsibility ---

It was my idea

to sit and pull words in sequence

Down in the cellar

dank. The frigidity

So I've heard

It is your story

Down in the cellar too

dank. the Frigidity

Now I  must say

dead on. Specificity.

You've overstayed.

specificity. be gone.

Ed is a sitter Poetry inspired by John Berryman “Life, Friends, is Boring”

 Ed is a sitter

Crying baby and then comes Em straight from yoga class

Ed clicks the Last button to the other game

And sees no change in score.

A sip of soda, a crunch of the ice is his cathartic joy 

If the score remains he will to move to beer

because his money’s on the Bears

The crying baby needs a change. Good Em’s not gone all day

“What,” she asks, “is your problem?

Can’t you hear the kid?”

Touchdown! Bears up by one! And Em stands in Ed’s way 

Swaying and akimbo and all her noise

Yoga didn’t work this time

How Hard You Try - Poetry inspired by John Milton's "On His Blindness"

How hard you try

How hard you try matters not, but try you must. 

For all the Deities need a mild sacrifice

Not death, nor blindness or pain the price

But choosing of paths that are taken on trust 

For unlike our breath, a gift given to us, 

And our beating heart, whose rhythm is precise,

Our choices and fate seem like rolling the dice.

Am I to surrender and say “God’s will is just”?

You asked to know, the voice inside replied,

But you could not be trusted to hold control.   

Your heart and breath combined with mine

keeps the plot. But minds, my pride, provide

Laughter enough to keep the world as whole.

Choices do seem yours, and yet you try but always die.