Humanity, or: Transcendence

Poetry Partners #32 'Poem of Atonement', a poem by Adam Taylor of 'Adam's Poems Etc...' we have slandered we have robbed we have bribed we have wrought wickedness we have lied we have provoked we have trespassed we have transgressed we have oppressed we have rebelled we have abominated we have wallowed in evil but… Continue reading Humanity, or: Transcendence

In her story, or: Through the lies

My 1st Tanaga Modestly, she's apt to blush, Flowering ~anxiously~ lush. Her flow rushes over me; I'm drowning in her story. My 2nd Tanaga Stuffed myself into a box; Lost the keys to all the locks; Cut two holes out for my eyes So I could see through the lies. Tanaga The Tanaga is an… Continue reading In her story, or: Through the lies

Replacement parts, or: Truth-driven

My 2nd Terzanelle Replacement parts ever lacking ~ Only nothing lasts forever Replacement parts ever lacking Maintain each piston, cog, lever Appreciation is the key ~ Only nothing lasts forever Embrace of limitations frees Forge forth for futures to follow Appreciation is the key Being fully is not hollow Now's full of opportunity Forge forth… Continue reading Replacement parts, or: Truth-driven

Death, or: Taxes

An American sentence: She fears our deaths and hers; with forced humor, I play down their likelihoods. What's an 'American Sentence'? Allen Ginsberg, inventor of the American Sentence, felt that the haiku didn’t work as well in English. Ginsberg decided to remove the line structure of the haiku, maintaining the requirement of 17 syllables total.… Continue reading Death, or: Taxes

Get busy living, or: Get busy dying

A Quadrille In the form of 3 American sentences: In this world, fair does not enter into it. Make do with what you have. Go out and take action. That is the only way to get by in life. People won't have time for you if you're one to always whine and complain. What's an… Continue reading Get busy living, or: Get busy dying

Sneaking away from the yeshiva

d’Verse prosery My health hasn't suffered for the many puncture wounds dealt to my religious dogma, Rabbi. I am bombarded, yet I stand, and that's precisely the point, can't you understand? Assailed by doubts, awash in religious transgressions, adrift from my old synagogue community; yet I remain standing, even thriving! In fact, I'm happier than… Continue reading Sneaking away from the yeshiva

Stuff, or: Nonsense

My 2nd Minute Poem They're packaged into forms as though we poets know how to use words. How quite absurd. Syllables; enjambments; and lines can sound sublime and pleasure bring - but mean nothing. Our hopes rest with our audience, who might gift sense and meaning to... You do? Who knew! Minute Poetry The Minute… Continue reading Stuff, or: Nonsense