O.K. Never Mind

Lady blankly stared,
Had told her I write poems,
-it always works!

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NaPoWriMo Poem #15

Artist in the Renaissance School
By Edward S. Gault

Once there was an artist
In the renaissance school.
He painted and sculpted
He wrote poetry and prose,
He was a photographer.
He spent many hours of the day
Honing each of these disciplines
He would not sell
Until a piece was perfect.
He never sold any pieces.
This went on for years.
Decades.
The honing.
The perfecting.
By the time he was a very old man,
His home had become a gallery
Of some of the finest work in the country
-if only anyone knew of it!
But nobody did.
Eventually, he died.
His children settled his accounts
(there were many).
They sold the house.
They got rid of all the junk.

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O Like A Summer Day.....

Dragging heavy chains,
We sang old songs as sun baked
-slow death by chiggers.

Picnic blanket spread,
I read poetry to you
-breeze goes well with wine.

Hiking through woods,
We saw a deer in clearing
-looking back at us.

Sun shines on lush lawn,
Children run slow through sprinkler
-cold water soothing.

Small girl tugs Papa,
Bringing him to the park's swings
-her winged chariot.

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One Single Impression: A Summer Day

For Michael Amado 1975-2009

You lived poetry,
Each syllable had a dance
-goodbye is so hard.


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Late Mail

Poet sleeps on couch,
With the computer nearby
-waiting on the muse.


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Poetic Dosing

At the artist's loft,
The poet reads in voice soft
-tender dreams of verse.

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The Good Life!

Poet's Picnic
Hamburgers, hotdogs, and Wine
-and yes, poetry.

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Reading Jazz at the Blue

Out of the Blue Art Gallery









Paintig of a shell
points to poet reading Jazz verse
-in bard's gallery.








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NaPoWriMo Poem #13

Two poets recite,
One uses the podium
-the other dances.

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(I have to confess to being the one who uses the podium; no value judgements here.)

NaPoWriMo Poem #1

The Month of April is National Poetry Month. I will be participating in National Poetry Writing Month NaPoWriMo, an event in which some of us have committed to writing a poem each day for the next thirty days. As you know I've been on a red hot haiku steak for awhile now, but it's
nice to be participating in this with other poets. I will be pushing myself a little harder this month. The NaPoWriMo event was started by Mareen Thorson.

A True Museum
Poetic Readings
Framed by violin music
-Muses' Gallery.

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How I Spent New Years Night

One of my resolutions this year is to get a lot more writing done, especially poetry. My goal is to dramatically increase my poetics folder without winding up in bankruptcy court. No easy trick.
It's not always easy to find a place to write either.

How To Write Late at Night On New Year's Day

You're either reading this now
Or perhaps you're listening to me read it.
No matter.
This is how I came to write it.
It is New Years Day 2008.
According to my cell phone
The time is now 10:43 pm.
I am in the hallway of my apartment building.
I am sitting in a folding chair
wracking my brains for something to write about.
Finally I think of this-
So I am writing it.
I am looking toward the end of the hall
Where the overhead light is reflected
In the window.
There is only one light
But it is reflected, and reflected again three times
In the same pane of glass.
The hallway is painted gray.
Above the moulding, which is about two and a half feet up,
(from the floor)-
The wall is painted a light gray.
Below the moulding it is painted a darker gray.
My wife says it is green.
I don't care, It still looks gray.
I am dressed in a white t-shirt with black slacks.
I'm out here because my whole unit is dark.
My wife and daughter are asleep.
I could use the Sitting Room
But we have guests, and they are using it
As a guest bed chamber.
Therefore, the hallway is the only space
I can use as a study.
The other night, the woman next door to me
Came back late with her friend
And saw me camped out like this-
In the hallway, writing.
Needless to mention, they were astonished.
They'll probably remember it for a long time.
Maybe, forever.

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Here it is, 2008

This year I am going to be less bold. Instead of making resolutions for the whole year, I will make them on a month by month basisi and see if I don't get further that way. The other thing is , I'm not going to resolve to lose more weight, and see if I don't lose more. My resolution (monthly) will be to write more poetry.


Another year gone,
New resolutions to make,
-how many to break?

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