Best Ibsen Poems

Open eyes to bright sunshine 
This feels like the first day 
Can't imagine what went before
Like a scene from an Ibsen play

The thought of you a lightning bolt
The kind that hits you twice
You are the catalyst demure
Sin pays a heavy price

I'm singing a new song
Euphoric...

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PHONEY BALONEY

They said:
"We've come here from head office, to help you reach your quota 
It's a selfless act on our part and we're going to devote a
Day or two to set you right and get things under control"
I thought:
"Phoney baloney, plastic banana, good time rock-n-roll"

She...

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My name is Spencer Byron.
My first wife Addy died tragically in 1991.
A devotee of surprise. She was so much fun.

The breadth of love is unchartered territory.
Not all loves can be explained.
There are many aspects of love.

Today my wife's name is Amy.
She knows little of this.
She...

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An old Norwegian folktale called Per Gynt was written into a five act play by another Norwegian, Henrik Ibsen, which he called Peer Gynt, to which composer Edvard Grieg wrote his Suites to accompany the play (some of my favorite classical music). This suite of...

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Us humans think we're so damn smart
And totally in control of things
Then a meteorite screams down from outer space
We're just puppets on a string

We certainly aren't the ones writing the script
In a flash we could all disappear
And become extinct like the dinosaurs did
Forever our greatest...

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Prince in nawab's costumes
Shouted in the dark Proscenium,
-Who's there, bequeath thousand gold coins
among the poorest citizen of my domain
Did anyone find those words?
breath-Stop flare, somebody sneeze somewhere
a cat under any seat in this empty auditorium
couple of rats are chewed by her, maybe.
Now deep blue night...

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Misfit, Miss Feet (A literary translation)
Gossipmonger rumors around!
A wedding ensuing, Mary go-round!
May I have a speaker call?
Surmising the news to scroll? 
Not bad, not bad at all, there!
In utter black, a chilling suction, May..or!
And the complexion, and the fairness unbound.
Reminds me of a jolly owl,...

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