Short Substitutes Poems
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Our playgrounds have faded
swings stilled, sandboxes unfilled
Where are the shovels and pails ~
replaced by profits and sales
In the market, place there are substitutes for diverse foods to be ate
Cracker Barrel grits post toastee salmon fish chocolate-covered moose made out of hot dogs and turnip greens and desert frogs and marsh mush taking out of the hollow logs
No matter how great the versing
writing always lacks the note
That music plants inside our souls
words by their nature rote
Its melody takes you skyward
all reason left behind
Pure joy out front to then surround
—what substitutes as mind
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Whether whiskey or water
What should it matter
The point is we oughta
be toasting each other
Though the East is a Beast
and the West is unblessed …
May we this year refrain
from inflicting such pain
Turn to gentler pursuits
find for war substitutes
I thought to bring you
a rose...but roses, short lived
dry, and fall petally away --
I thought to bring you a
manufactured heart: made of
chocolate or silk
but substitutes for you
have always been wrong
from the start
so, I showed up empty handed
and the dog and cat
tore me apart....
RECOGNITIONS
simple
memoranda
of
an
appreciation
of
the
acknowledged
single mindedness
so
evident
in
self conscious
realizations
& detailed
exressions
of
understanding
eyecatching
motifs
disintegrate
elegant
vulnerable
&
numerous
sensitive
substitutes
the
influential
comment
to
illuminate
a
reposte
yet
so
inadequate
There’s no substitute for life.
I find myself,
seduced by yearnings.
I’m flourishing here,
contemplating sin.
I’ve nothing to do
when I’ve nothing but time.
I’m reusing solitudes -
they’ve become ragged.
What’s the answer then?
Should I seal my girly heart,
engage in uncaring kisses
like it’s ‘casual friday’ -
connive brief excitements
- just to feel a pulse?
With two compasses,
I navigate the waters,
asking myself why
my friendship compass points North,
while my lovers piece points South.
To be authentic
is so very difficult.
Why do I accept
impostures and substitutes
in both myself and others?
After two marriages,
a lifetime of reflection,
alas, to be here,
admitting that I'm clueless,
or I'm just afraid of love.
I just love Vegemite
“Oh yes I do”
Not those horrible substitutes
Try hards and inferior poo!!
Vegemite with butter on toast
Or on a piece of freshly baked bread
On crackers with or without cheese
Vegemite is the ultimate spread!
You are either a lover or hater of Vegemite
There seems no in between
I cannot understand the haters
To dislike Vegemite to me… is obscene!!
Gone are days of eyeball contact
When we used to meet in person
A warm embrace and a handshake
Laughter and light conversation
Now our sanity is at stake
Inundated with messages
Good mornings and words of wisdom
Methinks people are now lazy
Having nothing better to do
I confess it drives me crazy
Blinking substitutes not thinking
Whilst expressing our heart’s emote
Or while playing a game of chess
Originality’s passe
So I guess we’ll make do with less