Short Irving Poems
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Tea for two by Irving Caesar
T 4 2
asking for a sign
a wild peculiar joy~
with my name on it
*Irving Layton, A Wild Peculiar Joy
Selected Poems 1945-89
Signed by the Author, To Maureen
To the rock
That wished to fly
Like a butterfly
Sent skipping along
The mirrored sky
Bearing a Layton sigh
Do you feel alive?
*Skipper: a type of butterfly
*Layton: Irving Layton 1912-2006
Canadian poet, author of "Butterfly on Rock"
RIP-NODDING TIL TWO
At dawn’s early light, i’m up and at it.
Mid-morning eyes close in lair, where I sit.
Not merely a wink.
A twenty year blink.
Wake up with cobwebs - Van Winkle’d a bit.
10/5/2017
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rip_Van_Winkle
In the short story, written by Washington Irving, Rip Van Winkle sleeps for twenty years.
Lofty sorts tenement;
Residential entitlements;
Homeward bound ;
Lost in town,
Logistics Irving bound;
Summers call;
Legitimate hall;
Tournament crawl;
No mortgage though;
No rent termites eating bossa wood;
Lying on rough wet papered floor;
a homeless man lives alone and a cardboard boxed home!
8/30/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Perhaps he's crackers
to embrace glitz
(to paraphrase Irving Berlin)
'Putin on the Ritz'
tho'
'Sometimes something is better than nothing'
went the writing on the wall
yet
'Too much of nothing'
(wrote the Zimmerman)
is really no good at all
and
'Everything comes to those who wait'
an optimist put in prose
but
Cole Porter said it best
when he wrote, 'Anything Goes'
OLD MAN’S LAMENT
Poor irving Berlin –
“Put on your Easter bonnet
And frills upon it” -
Wouldn’t he get just deathly ill
At today’s Easter Parade
There are no bonnets
Instead girls wear nose rings
Guys with drooping pants
There are no crooners no Bing
Just rock bands with loud drummers
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Young folk may not agree with my poem, but I say, "Take that, ya young whipersnappers!"
"There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love." -Washington Irving
When the light fades from my eyes,
Weak and frail before it dies,
Light a candle to remind
Even though my eyes be blind,
Love still abides in my soul,
Love, the kind that makes one whole!