Short Eke Out Poems
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One stifling hot day an empty sky tries to eke - out - tears, but can – not
all of a sudden
gray clouds gather and thicken . . .
a downpour explodes
As if for gladness heaven weeps.
One lone frog through a puddle leaps.
Small creatures take it all in stride;
beneath large bushes many hide.
A.R. Ammons on the mound
Auden on the mound
Ginsberg on 1st
Frost on second
Carl Sandburg on third
Ferlinghetti at short
Right Field - Wordsworth
Left field - Shelly
Blake - Center field
Shakespeare - Catcher
Have I dropped enough
names for you?
What's so bad about
being a name dropper?
The game is on
Unfortunately my team
is losing
But with poetic talent
They may yet
Eke out a victory
Postscript - They just won!
Form:
Think back, way back
to days of yore
The simplest things today
were such demanding chores
Bake bread from scratch
Slaughter a chicken
Salt it and drain the blood
Fetch the well-water
Trudge through rain and mud
Sew and knit all your clothes
Cut the firewood and keep it lit
Wash and press laundry by hand
Eke out a living from stubborn land
We often say that life was less complex back then
~ Though we can't tell a chicken from a hen
MISTY RAIN
Rain washes my mind and my memory;
Pain and heartache remain - but dilute.
Stain removal forever is impossible;
Reign of tears is over, but my soul is mute.
Eke out memories that still exist, though meek :
Cheek feathered by her soothing breath so missed,
Speak her name, imagine a shower of her kisses as
Weak end of downpour yields to mist.
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Written for Rick Parise's Contest LENTO POETRY
on a sweltering day, I watch the sky
as it tries to eke out tears. . . .
but it simp ly can not
drenched in sweat, too stifled even to stir,
I see grey clouds gathering -
then suddenly explode!
sheets upon sheets of rain come pounding down -
freed, I stand smiling beneath. . . .
as heaven weeps for joy
Written 7/15/11
For P.D's BEST RAIN POEM Contest
(This is a form called Kimo. Kin to haiku,
each Kimo has three lines with count 10/7/6)
I ask why I live in a flask
To hide my pride
To chide and deride every task
Better to stem my indifference tide.
I ask why I feed on crumbs
To lead a life lost in poverty
To bite and fight my own thumbs
When in style I can bask in novelty.
I ask why I love in secret
To osculate in dark corners
To communicate like an egret
To conceal my amity antennas.
I ask why I earn peanuts
To eke out a meagre living
To metamorphose friends into butts
Of my banter when I need forgiving.