Posted in Books & Stories, Fiction & Poetry, poetry

Doodling On A Cloudy Day

 

Ain’t got nothin’ to lose if you’ve lost

Ain’t got nothin’ to lose there’s no cost

The only loss is if you snooze so give it a shot

Ain’t got nothin’ to lose now

They say no so what

Ain’t got nothin’ to lose

The world s an oyster as it goes

I hate oysters

How about you

Clams are better

Why can’t the world be your Cherrystone Clam

Damn

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Posted in Books & Stories, Music, poetry, tragedy

Sunday Morning Getting Down

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SUNDAY MORNING GETTING DOWN

August half done as I sip my cup
I imbibe with bourbon in the cappuccino
In my cup and Friday’s Post-Dispatch still on the table announcing the news
Unwilling to part with it
Rather not part with you
Aretha’s gone
All she’s done will live on but it hurts
It hurts
Not like when Kennedy was shot
A horror, devastation of a different kind
It hurts like a child reaching out to no arms there
Queen of souls
Our soul she sang held so many souls in her hand
We’ve lost something special, so precious and pure
A force of nature, a reckoning that’s for sure
Throws the fur on the floor singing her heart
Singing us
Rest in peace
No more pain
You lost the battle they say
No
You’ve won
See you on the next plane
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So Quiet

Always darkest before the dawn but dawn is so far away

Hours from now

It’ll be dark for a while

Sirens blare but I’m not worried

Don’t care

What I’d worry about is right here next to me

My heart goes out to what I don’t know so easily light emotional relief

Will I sleep can’t say

Not right now

Another mouthful another shot kills the infection

I can feel it right away

Thank-you all I can say and sleep will come sooner or later

That’s eventually

I know it

Sleep will come

Will come

Come

Sleep

 

So quiet

Such peace

 

 

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, Classroom Notes, coffee, poetry

Humility And Slippers

Just thoughts

No punctuation

Life does change in a blink

Officially retired now first benefit in

The sky is beginning to lighten think I’ll open the blinds a bit

Guy in the building behind me keeps looking in my direction

Means nothing but maybe though he’s a smoker

How many have I seen freezing in below zero desperate for the first drag

Drag so many different implications

The complexity of English to frustrate students

Could make a good lesson could be fun

Note

No doubt a coffee on the horizon somewhere

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, business, coffee, poetry, Reviews

And Gunther Was His Name-O

I felt happy though I didn’t know why

For the past couple of days a lightening of spirit

Really

Arnold makes cappuccino in huge cups like him

I shouldn’t be surprised with skulls no hearts

Cool

Sprinkled cinnamon design or was it cocoa

Hope he used Italian espresso at least

I’ll say it was good, don’t know

As I sip mine in a cappuccino cup designed in Italy

Smaller

It’s early yet no light no sun hours to go

Anyway I watched that movie because he was in it

Though more tan half went by before I saw him

Different and interesting flick

Comedy not too gross not exactly family

But I appreciate the grownup aim like in kids cartoons gone by

Wouldn’t mind owning a copy

Oh

Clothing in the dryer tumble

Think the washer is rinsing that second time

 

 

 

 

 

Posted in Best Wishes, Books & Stories, Holiday And Celebrate, Movies, new year, poetry

Until Midnight

 

Well

Clothes are drying

I had no intention to do

But

The towel along the base of the sliding glass doors

Was damp

Frozen too and I thought

Could this be the reason for the slight uncomfortable breath

That bit of fresh air I didn’t need

On my toes

So I took it up and laid two more down

Tucked them all around and it felt warmer or was it me

It was late enough for reasonable rates

Utilities

So I began

And it just added to everything else I’d done today

Vacuuming, dusting, maybe now I’ll sneeze less

About time I’d say

Taking down decorations

Except a small bit of the tree

My grandson wanted to help out you see

He’ll be over again

Anyway

That is my day and my New Year’s Eve

Who says we have to celebrate the same

Between was a 1951 film where men wore suits to mow their lawns while tipping hats when ladies walked by

Later on a Hammer Classic Dracula

Then Boogie and Bacall

Or is it Bogie

Anyone out there at all

A New York Winter’s Tale

Now what I don’t know but I have a few left to choose

Making toast

A glass of wine

I’m fine

 

 

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Having a Coke with You

Frank O’Hara1926 – 1966

is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne
or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona
partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian
partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt
partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches
partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary
it is hard to believe when I’m with you that there can be anything as still
as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it
in the warm New York 4 o’clock light we are drifting back and forth
between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles

and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint
you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them
I look
at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world
except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it’s in the Frick
which thank heavens you haven’t gone to yet so we can go together for the first time
and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism
just as at home I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase or
at a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that used to wow me
and what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them
when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank
or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn’t pick the rider as carefully
as the horse
                               it seems they were all cheated of some marvelous experience
which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I’m telling you about it

 

 

From The Collected Poems of Frank O’Hara by Frank O’Hara, copyright © 1971 by Maureen Granville-Smith, Administratrix of the Estate of Frank O’Hara, copyright renewed 1999 by Maureen O’Hara Granville-Smith and Donald Allen. Used by permission of Alfred A. Knopf, an imprint of the Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group, a division of Penguin Random House LLC. All rights reserved.

Frank O'Hara

Frank O’Hara

Born on March 27, 1926, Frank O’Hara was one of the most distinguished members of the New York School of poets.