Monthly Archives: April 2016

Coral Reef (day thirty)

For the last day of national poetry month in the USA, I’m sending up my thanks for the gift of words. And my thanks to all of you for the gift of your time, however you spend it with poetry.

Coral Reef

How precious words are!
Deep-boned and cunning,
like a reef of brain coral
dotted with spicules of light.

Each word is alive,
clothed in a feathery skin
of understanding
still only a few creatures deep.

Homer vs. Homer (day twenty four)

Here is a list poem of quotes from Homer and from his modern American counterpart for day twenty four of national poetry month in the USA.

Homer vs. Homer

The glorious gifts of the gods are not to be cast aside.
-Homer, The Iliad

Donuts. Is there anything they can’t do?
-Homer Simpson

A man who has been through bitter experiences and travelled far enjoys even his sufferings after a time.
― Homer, The Odyssey

What’s the point of going out? We’re just gonna wind up back here anyway.
-Homer Simpson

All men have need of the gods.
Homer, The Odyssey

But Marge, what if we picked the wrong religion? Each week we just make God madder and madder.
-Homer Simpson

There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad.
― Homer, The Iliad

(drunk) Guess how many boobs I saw today? Fifteen!
-Homer Simpson

There is nothing more admirable than when two people who see eye to eye keep house as man and wife.
― Homer, The Odyssey

I’m going to the back seat of my car with the woman I love… and I won’t be back for ten minutes!
-Homer Simpson

Kelly Point (day twenty two)

Most weeks I take the dog down to the river for a longer walk. Kelly point, where the Columbia and Willamette rivers meet, is one of our favorite spots.

Kelly Point

Container ships anchor in the river
like knots in a pine board.

A row of rotten tooth pilings
with hungry cormorants for finials.

Two rivers whorl,
each fishing for clouds.

Branch and root,
you fish the river you know.

Poems need
the lightest tackle.

Banjos (day twenty one)

Here is a poem for day twenty one of national poetry month in the USA. 


They sit around
my study like hillbillies.
Nothing to do, happy to wait.

They do occasionally ask
in a Piedmont drawl,
when is the red HAYyed boy coming?

Or cotton-eyed Joe?
Billy in the low ground?
What ’bout backstep Cindy?
She’s a good-un.

If you buy a banjo–
better prepare for company
that never leaves.

On Vegetating in a Corner

“Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one’s lifetime.”
–Mark Twain

Parking With Mom (day eighteen)

Today’s poetry prompt at Napowrimo for national poetry month in the USA is to make a poem using the unique sounds of home.

Parking With Mom

I’d like to kick him in the slats!
Who, mom?

That man in the yellah cah who took my pahking place. Although, isn’t it a pretty cullah?
Well, just keep looking.

It’s so busy today. We’ll have to cudgel our brains…
Huh? You mean to find a spot?

I mean to find a good spot, not one that’s just dry along so. I hate to walk very fah.
What about over there behind the bank?

That would be driving our ducks to a poor market. We can do bettah.

Smiling at Dear Leader (day fifteen)

Here is a sijo poem for day fifteen of national poetry month in the USA.

Smiling at Dear Leader

A thousand paper cranes
wilt under interrogation lamps.

Faces like half gnawed prunes,
eyes like bruised starlings.

Snapping a salute, I run–
one table has a few potatoes.