Short Postscript Poems

Past lives
wandering
Postscript





(Japanese Haiku- 3 lines, 2-3-2 syllable count)...

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Rx: Intense psychoanalysis
Outcome: Acute mental paralysis


        ~  Postscript  ~
  
  Pick your chin up off the floor
    Think a little less
        Do a whole lot more...

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old corkscrewed tree
reaches up towards the light
	challenges endured
incidental twists are crowned
     by life’s abundant blessings

POD 8 April 2023 - This is an honour. Thank you.

Postscript: Please see my recent article here on PS regarding the HEADNOTE, A Tree, used (it is NOT a title to the poem). Thank you....

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Each box holds its secret.
Old memories, dreams that died. 
The sum of every promise-
the dividends and sighs.

Paper, cloth, and pottery-
a postscript of our prime.
Wrapped in yellow newsprint-
the passing of our time.

Clutter from our passions
lay there dead in place.
While ties among the living
die somewhere else in space. 

Written Aug 13, 2018...

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...inspired by 'Old Song' by Hart Crane


Your smile took issue with the sun,
a flash of purest fire;
it blinded me to look upon
you, glowing with desire!

Now you are lost to me I know,
and as I sleep I pray
that distant orb's full fiery glow
will keep you safe alway. 

Your face will flicker to a haze,
a fading memory;
and I shall spend my waning days
in shades of misery....

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...inspired by 'Old Song' by Hart Crane


Your smile took issue with the sun,
a flash of purest fire;
it blinded me to look upon
you, glowing with desire!

Now you are lost to me I know,
and as I sleep I pray
that distant orb's full fiery glow
will keep you safe alway. 

Your face will flicker to a haze,
a fading memory;
and I shall spend my waning days
in shades of misery....

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...inspired by 'Old Song' by Hart Crane


Your smile took issue with the sun,
a flash of purest fire;
it blinded me to look upon
you, glowing with desire!

Now you are lost to me I know,
and as I sleep I pray
that distant orb's full fiery glow
will keep you safe alway. 

Your face will flicker to a haze,
a fading memory;
and I shall spend my waning days
in shades of misery....

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ESSAIS ON ART
Transformation,interpretation
an essay in aesthetics,the meaning 
pictures ,telling a story.
New theories of art and the
nature of painting.Prospectus
and preface,postscript and
apologia.Expressions and 
impression of an artist and critic.

Tribute to artist and critic Roger Fry

You may hear me recite this and most of my PS poetry on YouTube under my pen name  ichthyschiro...

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...inspired by 'Old Song' by Hart Crane
 
 
Your smile took issue with the sun,
   a flash of purest fire;
it blinded me to look upon
   you, radiant with desire!
 
Now you are lost to me I know,
   and as I sleep I pray
the distant orb's less fiery glow
   will keep you safe alway. 
 
Your face will flicker to a haze,
   a fading memory;
and I shall spend my waning days
   adrift in misery....

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Postscript
 
...inspired by 'Old Song' by Hart Crane
 
 
Your smile took issue with the sun,
   a flash of purest fire;
it blinded me to look upon
   you, radiant with desire!
 
Now you are lost to me I know,
   and as I sleep I pray
the distant orb's less fiery glow
   will keep you safe alway. 
 
Your face will flicker to a haze,
   a fading memory;
and I shall spend my waning days
   adrift in misery....

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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!...

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Verse in odd rhymes
Bring awkward chimes


Word echoes strain
In meaning plain


Works in brisk ink
Tell on verge brink


Ideas now toil
To catch good spoils


Dare to word right
As soul takes flight


In a line brief
Watch mellow grief


No much can link
That funny think


See what you see
Yet let things be


Pique postscript then
For hope knows when


Buzz on a trust
Seize glimpse you must




Leon Enriquez
08 May 2019
Singapore...

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How sullen can farewell inscribe
The words untamed, the rain a bribe
Like ink of hours upon our last postscript
Which tumbled down softly and quickly dripped.
Clearly now in the dimming afterglow,
When the pale night breezes start to blow
I know for sure , the thing I really miss…
The purest fervor of your windblown kiss.


10.14.2018
A Poem Written in Iambic Pentameter Contest 
Sponsored by Janice Canerdy
End rhymes checked www.rhymezome.com/em>...

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His soft tissue, it ripped
   All his discs, they had slipped
To the ER, the ambulance zipped
   To right this poor fellow's ship

His wife's hand he gripped
   On the worrisome trip
His whole world had flipped
   His wings had been clipped...

The monitors blipped
   His confidence dipped
Liquid steroids he sipped
   Drip-drip, drip-drip

Here the doc snipped
   Over there did he clip
Then he grinned, and he quipped
   'You've no more spine
     ~ Just a postscript.'...

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