Wednesday, February 18, 2015

i Collect dust

i collect dust as iu age
and gather strength to breathe...
I feel no guilty
to let my ego burn into ashes...
what I promote is good
as well as nonsense, understood,
poetry is a sword and a rose petal
and i have hooked myself on a tight rope,
walking high above neverous autidence,
i have attracted your attention,
unique and versatile that you are,
relax your nerve,
Because it is a sin
to sing on your innoence
and laugh at the thing
that rules against your excellence
I grow lazy, and easy
as snow melts, and earth
turns into mud,
to rebirth
that may last. 

Thursday, February 5, 2015

Mimi and Morton at Evanston, MA

Far at Midwest,
lives a couple who dress up for Graduation-Fest,
the city gues a song,
that's Heaven to Mimi and Morton.
We see Pat Quinn in Black Shoe,
We see Elizabeth Cao in White Shirt,
We see Natalie Thomas in Blue Hairdo,
We see Joe Giles Stephen in Green Skirt.
While Nu band rocks and rolls,
Delicious foor please the Schapiros,
What Besty Gestory smiles people wear,
Sarah Roxance have fun at Mahala Famous footwear.

PS; a humor tribute sealed for poets rally week 80, have fun!

 Hyde Park Poetry