Snoopy, kewpie, Barbie, Ken,
Chicken-licken, Hen-len,
Can’t compete with Adrienne.
Andrew Jackson, William Penn?
“Bolero”, “Arthur”, “Tarzan”, “Ten”?
Not a patch on Adrienne.
My Adrienne’s a honey:
She’s witty, pretty, funny:
looks great in silks and satins
and mixes mean Manhattans.
Tagus, Tiber, Severn, Seine,
zloty, sous, sestertii, yen -
I prefer my Adrienne.
Armstrong, Aldrin, Colonel Glenn?
Zoroaster? Zion? Zen?
Think I’ll stick with Adrienne!
Where is this? Are we on Mars?
America – just count the stores,
capitalist carnivores.
That so-familiar movie score,
the swish of passing cars.
The city built on Brotherly Love
(Wells Fargo, Fitch and Abercrombie)
at the mercy of Pam Bondi
- was that a person, or a zombie? –
What was Madison thinking of?
Car’s no use: no place to park it.
Arrested at a funeral home.
No gravel pits, no air, no loam
- eat your heart out, Kristi Noem
(Checks Cashed Here, Medina Market)
Can this be noon? It feels like night.
What are these groupings? Hangouts? Dives?
They’re ganglions? They’re human hives?
Squandered talent, wasted lives.
Subway line blocks out the light.
Sidewalk garbage. Mostly men.
That hokey old verbal agility,
“insure domestic tranquillity”
correctional facility
for the heirs of William Penn.
Human beings are detritus
(Lifetime Nails, Olympic Sports):
To clean it up, we use the courts
Perhaps we ought to build more forts
- and thus our id comes back to bite us.
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marrow of the core
breaths in rhythms and in rhymes ~
words sailing on wings.
6-16-20
Quote from American poet William Penn Warren
What is the value of time
The price of a tick or a tock
Some people say, "Time is money"
Yet they're always watching their clock
A clock shows time is passing or past
Look now and then look later
But clocks have a face with moving hands
And look nothing like a calculator
We know that time has value
Cause it's what we desire the most
Maybe not while we're wasting it
But certainly when death comes close
When trying to accomplish a feat or a task
Are you concerned with the time it takes
Instead of doing it regardless of time
You're thinking about time you could waste
I'll leave you to think on my favorite quote
This one's a little more pleasant
Yesterday is the past, tomorrow's the future
Today's a gift, that's why it's called the PRESENT
an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner
Based on quotes by William Penn, John Wooden and Bill Keane
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