Caveat: Random Poem #142

(Poem #443 on new numbering scheme)

Lately the poems are not coming so easily. Epics and haikus are
difficult; weather and sunsets and student behavior become tired.

– some kind of effort at a heroic couplet (dactylic hexameter)
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Caveat: Random Poem #140

(Poem #441 on new numbering scheme)

The universe is not so big these days,
the fasteners have taken over all.
The problem is the lack of paper, since
the cellulose was used for paperclips.

Caveat: Random Poem #128

(Poem #429 on new numbering scheme)

Here in the world, all the sky is afraid, and its gaze is compelled – bent

down – so its motionless countenance glowers horizonward, clouds gray.

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Caveat: Random Poem #126

(Poem #427 on new numbering scheme)

Sometimes with dreams, they approach unexpectedly, whiz by like fast cars

passing on roads, then are gone through the night, and unseeable: blurred ghosts.

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Caveat: Random Poem #123

(Poem #424 on new numbering scheme)

Dragonflies practiced their patterns of purposeful aimlessness – their goal:

challenging verdant ecologies through presentations of striking blue.

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Caveat: Random Poem #120

(Poem #421 on new numbering scheme)

So let's not speak of cities' meanings till
we understand their impositions, vast
and artful, such that dreams are burned against
the teeming complications landscapes have.

Caveat: Random Poem #116 “Love sonnet”

(Poem #417 on new numbering scheme)

An unrequited love is best of all
because there are no compromises urged
because no complications will befall
because right from the start all hopes are purged.
Imagined generosities prevent
the flowering of jealousies unreal,
and finally the heart's desires are spent
in crafting verse the voice must not reveal.
Yet all along, new meanings can be made:
from castles, pure and abstract, words are flung
and later when those ramparts start to fade,
an apophenic anthem can be sung.
It's easy, then, to pine for that that's not;
and simple, too, to leave it: just a thought.

– a sonnet in iambic pentameter.

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Caveat: Random Poem #114

(Poem #415 on new numbering scheme)

The woman sitting next to me at work
is very sad these days. Her sister's life
is running out because an alien
has moved in. Cancer's staked a vicious claim.
I guess she's not so happy seeing me.
She'll think, "But why was he preserved while mine
will perish? Does my fate abhor what's fair?"
I sit with awkward silence. What to say?
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