Best Austerity Poems

I woke up that day with tears in my eyes,
after I heard about your father's demise.
Guess you've never understood,
the point of being his blood.

I remember...

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Take me to the tombstone 
let me touch the gray stone that stands
where life could not
I will put my face to that touchstone of deaf...

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Matchstick Bikes 

To tinkers and toilers 
     I salute, 
From mending boilers 
     to weaving jute, 
Man...

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A marionette to the mind,
Whispering fading schematics,
Deluging the heart and soul, in a 
Juxtaposition of good and evil, 
Betwixt Heaven and hell, amidst
Snowdrifts that swirl...

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My brave son of seven is leaving!
to spar with military jaws.
And I repeat, Lycurgis taught me these three laws:
to keep the wolves away: if I...

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You are a poet, your words form a poetry,
You are a magician, you have magic in your authenticity,
You are an artist, I adore your life's...

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We’ve not dreamt the crystal morn,
the tinkling ping of sun warmed ice,
the egg white branch of lilac dipped,
the magic of the wintry day 
which fills...

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(As Galileo left the session of the Inquisition
at which he had been forced to deny his own
discovery that the earth orbited the sun, and
had to...

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In a dream I saw myself in a bright room, sitting and writing down a poem
The experience was temporary; I soon returned to a normal...

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I kept searching for years when the answer I seek was so near. I kept looking for a profound  answer but found myself on...

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The plane approaching Rio sights
The God-man on the mountain
in the sunlight-- that cold tremor
just between the shoulders strikes;
we see the arms borne up by love
and...

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Waiting in line, 
Before the ATM of closed banks for 60 Euros to withdraw under the scourging sun  
Old and invalid people are submitted...

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I remember when I was young
When fine Christmas Carols would be sung
I’d go to bed with such sweet dreams
Of presents and toys and all that...

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Corruption, like orgasms, contracts
It pulls back the hope
from children and mothers and fathers
A tightening if you will
The nation draws still
inhales
and holds it for a generation,...

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prosaic prologues bewitch 
   feeble minded scribe doth undertakes 
tend toward lugubriousness ring tone 
   for goodness sake

echoing across, 
 ...

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