Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

In Search of the Great American Poem

I’ve contemplated my navel
            for hours at a time
          Searching for precisely
            a Buddha-like rhyme

          I’ve looked to the Heavens
            yearning for signs
          Yet disappointment replies
            in the form of rooflines 

          I’ve watched the ocean
            breakers reach shore
          My eyes suddenly water
            I’m no commodore…

          Though I’ll never give up
            my pursuit of the Grail
          It sure seems to me
            I’ve been chasing my tail

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Caren Krutsinger April 22, 2022 at 2:26 AM I have to admit I am always shocked at the responses to my poems. The ones I do not especially like others seem to like the best. Weird huh?

John Watt April 19, 2022 at 1:31 PM I think I just found the Great American Poem... this one! Keep searching for that grail and we'll keep showing up and reading your musings ~ Sir Lancelittle Gershon Wolf April 19, 2022 at 6:04 PM Aw, thanks, John! Appreciated, Gershon

Kenneth Cheney April 19, 2022 at 10:48 AM A Buddha line of rhyme. Always changing, yet always the same. It's all above my pay grade, I say just keep typing, I'll keep reading. Gershon Wolf April 19, 2022 at 6:04 PM Now, if you think I know what I'm typing, Ken... I just close my eyes, hit the keys, and Pray! :)

John Lawless April 19, 2022 at 5:42 AM OVER HERE!!!! OVER HERE!!!!!! PICK ME!!!!! PICK ME!!!!! Ever wonder if the brush remembers what it painted???? Gershon Wolf April 19, 2022 at 6:03 PM Nah! I just gave it the 'old brush-off.' lol. ~ gw

Jeff Kyser April 18, 2022 at 9:26 PM Quail, man, quail. A tall quail no less. Told as Fibonacci stanzas with shadorma refrains. This could be it for you Gershon Wolf April 19, 2022 at 6:01 PM When you write 'This could be it for you,' I wonder if it's really true. ~ Last Legs

L Milton Hankins April 18, 2022 at 8:50 PM Trust me, you haven't been, gw. I, for one, thoroughly enjoy reading your poems. I find them insightful and thought-provoking...and well, many times, just funny. Worth my time always! Gershon Wolf April 19, 2022 at 5:57 PM Can't ask for a nicer comment than this one, Milt. Deeply appreciated. Best always, Gershon

Beryl Edmonds April 18, 2022 at 8:26 PM Keep writing for the day will come when America realises you're second to none. Till then go on chasing your tail, at least until hope prevails. A great humorous poem… Belle Gershon Wolf April 19, 2022 at 5:54 PM Hey, thanks for the smile, Belle. Hope all is well. :) Gershon

Evelyn Judy Buehler April 18, 2022 at 8:15 PM So amusing! I chuckled all through this, Gershon. The first verse is my favorite. :D Gershon Wolf April 19, 2022 at 5:53 PM I guess we all search for our 'inner Buddha' at one time or another. Thank you, Evelyn. :)