open
&
banal
smatterings
submitted
weaved
& stretched
in
gratuitoius
pride
of place
triviality
amongst
the
representive
in
decline
slight
impulses
filtered
by
the
established
contemporary
in
random
selections
regardless
of debate
Categories:
trifles, word play,
Form: Other
As one unable, or wishing
To bear no more this
Each wretched concern, unwarranted
Whilst overstressed is
Respectless Time, great scoffer of
Lasting worth's pretence
Sustain, will he; by this grant of
Symbolic foresight.
Posits you, a soul, bubble-freed
Above which sea's might
Death's dark, that old world engulfs; now
Of no consequence.
Categories:
trifles, care, death,
Form: Rhyme
One pint of sherry wine
says the recipe
which finds me asking
can I substitute a gallon of Chablis
or even quarts of Scotch or Bourbon
pretend I am wallowing in my past
quelling my misery
while waving my alcoholism in Death’s face
One pound of macaroons
It says
They’ll place their calories under my nose
add pounds
more than the mere seventeen
I gained when the doctor told me not to walk
creating this newest morbidly overweight me
not trifling with death here either
One quart of cream whipped
will leave me more than sedentary
stiff
actually
and one whole egg flaunts current conventions
thumbs its nose against my clogged arteries
and helps me laugh at the second
or third
helping of those air saturated
cream calories
standing tall over that
custard basted, wine soaked,
pound of Lady Fingers.
Reality is never what it seems
when trifles say they serve 12.
Queen of Trifles, The Settlement House Cookbook, page 372
Categories:
trifles, analogy,
Form: Free verse
Thousands of students marched today
they came to share their fears and pain
grieving for friends needlessly slain.
It was clear what they had to say
enough is enough, no more lies
nothing has been done, no one tries.
I saw hope and love on display
warning politicians, their vote
will help keep this issue afloat.
Blaming the NRA for the gun play
semi-automatic rifles
aren't constitutional trifles.
Chanting children are oft the prey
they demand that gun laws be changed,
stop selling guns to the deranged.
I had to wipe a tear away
when they talked of their friends dying
and scenes that were horrifying.
Thousands of students marched today
it was clear what they had to say,
I saw hope and love on display
blaming the NRA for the gun play.
Chanting children are oft the prey,
I had to wipe a tear away.
(Constanza)
Apr.7, 2018
Categories:
trifles, america, angst, anxiety, emotions,
Form: Rhyme
Harry Houser liked to niggle
About things big and little.
Nothing in his sight
Was ever quite right.
Thus he made others squiggle.
Categories:
trifles, humor,
Form: Limerick
those days the sun flew like corn flour
freshly ground at the millrace
even in winter it was yellow
when I pressed it down with my thumb
like an unfastened button on my chest
I hardly cut my way with a stick
through the tall weed field
until my knee high socks
were filled with thistle tassels
jumping over the fence like a thief
into our apple orchard
so no one knew where I was
when the Big Dipper rose over the barn
I slipped on the manger’s opening
inside freshly cut grass
stealing my grandma’s small chair for milking
singing for the young foal with caramel skin
those days all hearts were red and warm
in the shape of a gingerbread heart
each star was a story
whispered by fairies in the daffodils’ glade
Categories:
trifles, child, childhood, grandmother, happiness,
Form: Free verse