Release poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
After a long muggy hanging day the raindrops started so sparse the bumblebee flew between them home Poetry Monster – Home A few random poems: External links Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus Talking Writing Monster’s Page – Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all […]
Recovery poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
All afternoon the tree shadows, accelerating, lengthened till sunset shot them black into infinity: next morning darkness returned from the other infinity and the shadows caught ground and through the morning, slowing, hardened into noon. Poetry Monster – Home A few random poems: External links Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus Talking […]
Rapids poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
Fall’s leaves are redder than spring’s flowers, have no pollen, and also sometimes fly, as the wind schools them out or down in shoals or droves: though I have not been here long, I can look up at the sky at night and tell how things are likely to go for the next hundred million […]
Poetics poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
I look for the way things will turn out spiralling from a center, the shape things will take to come forth in so that the birch tree white touched black at branches will stand out wind-glittering totally its apparent self: I look for the forms things want to come as from what black wells of […]
Mule Song poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
Silver will lie where she lies sun-out, whatever turning the world does, longeared in her ashen, earless, floating world: indifferent to sores and greengage colic, where oats need not come to, bleached by crystals of her trembling time: beyond all brunt of seasons, blind forever to all blinds, inhabited by brooks still she may wraith […]
In Memoriam Mae Noblitt poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
This is just a place: we go around, distanced, yearly in a star’s atmosphere, turning daily into and out of direct light and slanting through the quadrant seasons: deep space begins at our heels, nearly rousing us loose: we look up or out so high, sight’s silk almost draws us away: this is just a […]
Identity poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
1) An individual spider web identifies a species: an order of instinct prevails through all accidents of circumstance, though possibility is high along the peripheries of spider webs: you can go all around the fringing attachments and find disorder ripe, entropy rich, high levels of random, numerous occasions of accident: 2) the possible settings of […]
Hymn poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
I know if I find you I will have to leave the earth and go on out over the sea marshes and the brant in bays and over the hills of tall hickory and over the crater lakes and canyons and on up through the spheres of diminishing air past the blackset noctilucent clouds where […]
Gravelly Run poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
I don’t know somehow it seems sufficient to see and hear whatever coming and going is, losing the self to the victory of stones and trees, of bending sandpit lakes, crescent round groves of dwarf pine: for it is not so much to know the self as to know it as it is known by […]
Eyesight poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
It was May before my attention came to spring and my word I said to the southern slopes I’ve missed it, it came and went before I got right to see: don’t worry, said the mountain, try the later northern slopes or if you can climb, climb into spring: but said the mountain it’s not […]
Design poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
The drop seeps whole from boulder-lichen or ledge moss and drops, joining, to trickle, run, fall, dash, sprawl in held deeps, to rush shallows, spill thin through heights, but then, edging, to eddy aside, nothing of all but nothing’s curl of motion spent. Poetry Monster – Home A few random poems: External links Bat’s […]
Crowride poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
When the crow lands, the tip of the sprung spruce bough weighs so low, the system so friction-free, the bobbing lasts way past any interest in the subject. Poetry Monster – Home A few random poems: External links Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus Talking Writing Monster’s Page – Batty Writing – […]
Called Into Play poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
Fall fell: so that’s it for the leaf poetry: some flurries have whitened the edges of roads and lawns: time for that, the snow stuff: & turkeys and old St. Nick: where am I going to find something to write about I haven’t already written away: I will have to stop short, look down, look […]
An Improvisation For Angular Momentum poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
Walking is like imagination, a single step dissolves the circle into motion; the eye here and there rests on a leaf, gap, or ledge, everything flowing except where sight touches seen: stop, though, and reality snaps back in, locked hard, forms sharply themselves, bushbank, dentree, phoneline, definite, fixed, the self, too, then caught real, clouds […]
After Yesterday poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
After yesterday afternoon’s blue clouds and white rain the mockingbird in the backyard untied the drops from leaves and twigs with a long singing. Poetry Monster – Home A few random poems: External links Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus Talking Writing Monster’s Page – Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, […]
Sunday Morning Blues poem – A. D. Winans poems | Poetry Monster
there is this kind of motionless motion children crying themselves to sleep the taste of sunsets for breakfast and champagne for lunch there is this kind of mellow music hills made of wild strawberries salt on hard boiled eggs Peanuts in the comic strips and radio DJ’s with god awful jokes that see me through […]
I Kiss the Feet of Angels poem – A. D. Winans poems | Poetry Monster
dark stormy night fog creeping in over the hills raindrops falling on the window I see the faces of old friends staring at me ghosts from the past freight trains steam ships subway trains carrying their cargo of death Rimbaud the mad hatter Baudelaire Lorca fed a meal of bullets Kaufman black messiah walking Bourbon […]
Grand Slam Night poem – A. D. Winans poems | Poetry Monster
the lights are low you can see the sweat beads bathing his face like a lizard’s tongue the crowd is standing on its feet screaming, dancing, whistling stomping their feet to the tune of a marching band he’s gyrating his hips making love to the mike his words are thunder lightning bolts appear from nowhere […]
Father Divine poem – A. D. Winans poems | Poetry Monster
no one but us older folks remembers Father Divine A self made black preacher who founded his own church and declared himself to be God and had a flock of believers mostly white women who gave up their life savings to sleep with God He drove a big white Cadillac and had a white wife […]
Sunday Morning Blues poem – A. D. Winans poems | Poetry Monster
Sunday Morning Blues poem – A. D. Winans poems | Poetry Monster there is this kind of motionless motionchildren crying themselves to sleepthe taste of sunsets for breakfastand champagne for lunchthere is this kind of mellow musichills made of wild strawberriessalt on hard boiled eggsPeanuts in the comic stripsand radio DJ’s with god awful jokesthat […]
I Kiss the Feet of Angels poem – A. D. Winans poems | Poetry Monster
I Kiss the Feet of Angels poem – A. D. Winans poems | Poetry Monsterdark stormy nightfog creeping inover the hillsraindrops fallingon the windowI see the faces of old friendsstaring at meghosts from the pastfreight trains steam shipssubway trains carrying theircargo of deathRimbaud the mad hatterBaudelaireLorca fed a meal of bulletsKaufman black messiahwalking Bourbon streeteating […]
Grand Slam Night poem – A. D. Winans poems | Poetry Monster
Grand Slam Night poem – A. D. Winans poems | Poetry Monster the lights are lowyou can see the sweat beadsbathing his face like a lizard’s tonguethe crowd is standing on its feetscreaming, dancing, whistlingstomping their feet to the tuneof a marching band he’s gyrating his hipsmaking love to the mikehis words are thunderlightning bolts […]
Father Divine poem – A. D. Winans poems | Poetry Monster
Father Divine poem – A. D. Winans poems | Poetry Monster no one but us older folksremembers Father DivineA self made black preacherwho founded his own churchand declared himselfto be Godand had a flock of believersmostly white womenwho gave up their life savingsto sleep with God He drove a big white Cadillacand had a white […]
Was Then by AC Zenner
was then by A.C. Zenner it was… as yet… not eaten… that meal… which tore… and drew… the breath… of life… from her… and all… she strove… to be… to him… his crust… too thick… to cut… with just… her meager knife Copyright ©: A.C. Zenner Poetry Monster – Home A few random […]
Phantasm
phantasm by A.C.Zenner largo……. Limbs twisting decadent, slow smooth rolling water skin caress gilded phantoms, dreams long left ever does nothing churn more my soul andante crescendo……. warm silk enshrining whispered blush fermenting spirits ascendant pleas rapturous drowning in wanton seas Spring’s course raging incessant must adagio diminuendo……. Still now, leaden angles repose rivulets […]
Long I waited in vain
Long I waited in vain by A.C.Zenner Wistful was I then, my heart longing in simple pulsing charms for Venus, pure soul in flesh carried by the willow breeze to my side, to blanket me sun warm cotton caresses, assurances poured into my hollow frame, of love to ever endure the fire. “Turn […]
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was then by A.C. Zenner it was… as yet… not eaten… that meal… which tore… and drew… the breath… of life… from her… and all… she strove… to be… to him… his crust… too thick… to cut… with just… her meager knife Copyright ©: A.C. Zenner Poetry Monster – Home A few random poems: […]
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phantasm by A.C.Zenner largo……. Limbs twisting decadent, slow smooth rolling water skin caress gilded phantoms, dreams long left ever does nothing churn more my soul andante crescendo……. warm silk enshrining whispered blush fermenting spirits ascendant pleas rapturous drowning in wanton seas Spring’s course raging incessant must adagio diminuendo……. Still now, leaden angles repose rivulets forging […]
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Long I waited in vain by A.C.Zenner Email Share Wistful was I then, my heart longing in simple pulsing charms for Venus, pure soul in flesh carried by the willow breeze to my side, to blanket me sun warm cotton caresses, assurances poured into my hollow frame, of love to ever endure the fire. “Turn […]
Vestiges poem – A. Van Jordan poems
I would like to swim in the Atlantic, to swim with someone who understood why my fear of drowning plays less dire than my fear of bones, walking the ocean floor. I would like to sync my stroke with a beloved. I’d like to stand on deck on a boat and jump in the sea […]
Un Chien Andalou (An Andalusian Dog) poem – A. Van Jordan poems
Because a razor cuts across a frame of film, I wince, squinting my eye, and because my day needs assembly to make sense of the scenes anyway, making a story from some pieces of truth, I go outside to gather those pieces. Thousands of moments spooling out frames of mistakes in my day. As if […]
The Flash Reverses Time poem – A. Van Jordan poems
When I’m running across the city on the crowded streets to home, when, in a blur, the grass turns brown beneath my feet, the asphalt steams under every step and the maple leaves sway on the branches in my wake, and the people look, look in that bewildered way, in my direction, I imagine walking […]
Que Sera Sera poem – A. Van Jordan poems
In my car, driving through Black Mountain, North Carolina, I listen to what sounds like Doris Day shooting heroin inside Sly Stone’s throat. One would think that she fights to get out, but she wants to stay free in this skin. Fresh, The Family Stone’s album, came out in ’73, but I didn’t make sense […]
Old Boy poem – A. Van Jordan poems
If one rainy night you find yourself leaving a phone booth, and you meet a man with a lavender umbrella, resist your desire to follow him, to seek shelter from the night in his solace. Later, don’t fall victim to the Hypnotist’s narcotic of clarity, which proves a curare for the heart; her salve is […]
Einstein Defining Special Relativity poem – A. Van Jordan poems
INSERT SHOT: Einstein’s notebook 1905—DAY 1: a theory that is based on two postulates (a) that the speed of light in all inertial frames is constant, independent of the source or observer. As in, the speed of light emitted from the truth is the same as that of a lie coming from the lamp of […]
A Tempest in a Teacup poem – A. Van Jordan poems | Poetry Monster
Prospero Assume, just for a moment, I am denied a job in the factory of my dreams under the fluorescent lights of a porcelain white foreman. It’s orderly and neat. I feed my family. No one questions my face. I raised my son in my likeness, so he would never go unseen, bobbing on […]
A Tempest in a Teacup poem – A. Van Jordan poems | Best Poems
Prospero Assume, just for a moment, I am denied a job in the factory of my dreams under the fluorescent lights of a porcelain white foreman. It’s orderly and neat. I feed my family. No one questions my face. I raised my son in my likeness, so he would never go unseen, bobbing on a […]
Wisdom in Love by Lutfi Abdallah a.k.a Laso
It hurts to love someone and not to be loved in return but what is more painful is to love someone and never find the courage to let that person know how you feel. Maybe God wants us to meet few wrong people before meeting the right ones, so that when we finally meet the […]
Why I Do Not Miss You! by Praveen Parasar
Me without you Like a Body Without soul, Like a Flower Without scent, Like a Sea Without water, Like a Sky Without stars, Like a tree Without leaves, (Why) I Do Not Miss You! Me without you Like a Body Without soul, Like a Flower Without scent, Like a Sea Without water, Like a Sky […]
Weaving waves by Shailendra Singh
Bewildered, baffled, bleeding heart, Weave waves of a ubiquitous part, Whispering with wind what others say, I and she care scarce for this hay. I and she and she and I, Speak for hours but you deny, There she stood with exorbitant charm, Filliping a feeling feathery and warm. In a virtual wonderful world of […]