it makes sense it seems to me
to cry into the sea
poured the water over my head
and down my back
and let it have my grief
as the water came over me
in its cold i clenched as
if to keep my grief within.
that was not what i want.
so another measure of her
saltiness overhead. opened eyes
swished mouth
she pushed me around like a bear
tousling her cub
until i laughed and laughed
and threw her into the air
where she caught and sparkled in the sun
thank you for freeing my fun
from me. and when i touched her
and said goodbye, until next time
i turned away. she did chide,
i faced her again with new clarity
of course my love you are inside!
this moment is with me wherever i go
i stepped then upon a shell
an oyster. with that token she
remind me
the world is mine
ocean
it makes sense it seems to me
to cry into the sea
so i bellied up to the sand bar
and wept into the seaweed
poured the water over my head
and down my back
and let it have my grief
as the water came over me
in its cold i clenched as
if to keep my grief within.
that was not what i want.
so another measure of her
saltiness overhead. opened eyes
swished mouth.
she pushed me around like a bear
tousling her cub
until i laughed and laughed
and threw her into the air
where she caught and sparkled in the sun
thank you for freeing my fun
from me. and when i touched her
and said goodbye, until next time
i turned away. she did chide,
i faced her again with new clarity
of course my love you are inside!
this moment is with me wherever i go
i stepped then upon a shell
an oyster. she remind
me the world is mine
20260702
outcomespoetry
somewhere on the side of my self
there is a spigot which i don’t turn.
yet runs it, or not, intermittently.
a vent, often still, sometimes
nothing from it but a load of shit
or, rarely, streams of bright red
a son sitting with his mother
crying on her lap or some other
old wound leaking out
a thought a sob a shout
laying in a mortarbed
a sequence of now’s
until, at last, dead
or relevatory wows
a deluge on a shelf
a hint at one’s burn
a truth, partially
20260625
the prompt in the pub Ars Poetica
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oh chivalry! wherein love was divine, splendid! ennobling …
oh chivalry! wherein love was divine,
splendid! ennobling both lover and beloved
honed by courtesy, confined by courtships code
not reduced to libidinuendo nor marriage
expansive intense passionate interrelationship
attaining a holy oneness a unity in the mythic merging meld of man and woman
20260615 another quadrille for
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familial mythoses
sitting ensnared on subway seat
always associated with sweaty eels
since the first pound i misconstrued
justin would had called his son
agamemnon
dad would have cooked on an aga
mom can’t recall the words for that.
rumi tolkien ayahuasca make my myths now
20260615
for the quadrille at d’verse https://dversepoets.com/2026/06/15/quadrille-250-mything-poems/
familypoetree
for the unpunctuage prompting at https://dversepoets.com/2026/06/09/unpunctuated/ here is something without punctuation, punctuality nor text.
oh four
oh, for an American who knows
His dollar bills or votes.
an American who reads the labels
And won’t buy food full of chemicals
Poisons or sugars.
One who is willing to forgo
Comfort or convenience
For freedom
Who will not tolerate
Systemic surveillance
Intrusive AI
and the rampant theft of our
valuable data
Where the data subject is the data owner
oh, for an america where love beats greed
20260605
sky
shall i group worlds
in odd shaped defined spaces
plots in unplanned cityscape
maps and cul de sacks
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a yin yang world of land and ocean
ebb and flow of stone. red and white
bobber on big G’s line
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a child’s christmas tree trimmed
to fit isosceles a symbol that works
and points up. and ornamented with light
-bulb shaped leaves
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mowers and music milkers
horse astride rides the green man
along the road aleads the village
also bisected and turveyed.
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surely chegall walked a yellow wood
stood on his head and proffered
the treat of a lick of some other sun
a map on the sky
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two roads
two village
two i’s
20260520
20260520 for the prompt over at the pub, emphatic on the work of Chegall. several images were offered, i chose this one. i’m intrigued by the juxtaposed pairings in it
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hineni
standing on the platform at the station
with a list of things i carry in
this tattered suit case which never held a suit
grandparents, gone
parents, gone
now friends and siblings going too.
Jyre who dreamt of a global
picnic day, when we would all break bread
(or your comestible of choice), and eat
in the presence of our shared humanity.
his case with that in it
lies against a lamppost.
so many seniors with fractured minds
here and gone at the same time
i know i said i was ready, my lord
but must there be so much pain?
20260517 riffing off of some poets at https://dversepoets.com/2026/05/14/unlock-with-lists/
a man of his word
such a piece of word is man
naught but breath
yet beasts also breathe
with that breath is voice
yet chirps and cries and caterwauls
emanate from whales and tigers
words! that’s the beginning
a net of meaning encompassing
accompanying existence
you’ve made a measure of me
by these my words. what is the thing
adam labelled honesty? and what am i
without that? a rat a snake a scorpion
20260507
inspired by but not quite in prompt, but it’s open link night at the pub so that’s ok, right?
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