Best Gertrude Poems

nothing really holds us in place
  and I'm not sure where we go to
    when we rear up
  then some...

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it's easy to imagine the moon fell out of the sky
but no, it's still up there, where it's always been
    I look...

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you hold me
   as if suspended in thin air
  the comfort of free fall
  in perfect safety
    I...

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-- Re:  Gertrude Stein and Alice B. Toklas, Rue de Fleurus #27, Paris --

What would Gertrude. What, Gertrude.What, Gertie?Have thought.Have thought what thought?Thought thought...

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not not
do do
Gertrude Stein...

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I lead myself, to a faraway place,
in dreams I traveled, to find His grace.

  My journey stood before me, when I walked,
his power was...

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A million words can bring you back,
I know because I've tried.
A million tears can't bring you back,
I know because I've cried.
A million hugs and kisses,
What...

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I sauntered in an evening mist
   A midnight's heaven, magic-kissed
      Lamp-lit raindrops pattered, awesome
    ...

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“Gertrude please, I require your help,
I seem to be a little stuck!”
With whine and twine, Ben yelped.
“Get me out of this pickle, quick. It is...

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Don't ask me how it happened; I have no clear recollection. I have always had this brazen habit of coming right out and directly asking...

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Chris Risum

1865 – 1920

She was the only woman who listened to me.
The only lady who cared enough to care.
For within my own dead marriage
I was...

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I went a fishin in the neighborhood pond
Just when I cast it in I had to suddenly abscond
I didn’t think it was wrong 
But the...

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Kentucky's late summer sunshine
sunk deep into their skin
as the boy rode on the back
of his Grandfather's coppered horse,
the tobacco harvest would begin soon,
aromas of sweet...

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Eric Mottram on the American literary and cultural scene during 1965-66 while he was the recipient of the American Learned Societies’ award for a year....

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I know belamour means lover;
but a flower too is defined.
Webster puts it undercover -
a flower, who knows what kind?

Gertrude Stein penned famous words we've heard,
"A...

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