My Top 10 Poems
1) There Is Nothing To Say About It
(Actually I had much to say about ISIS and their violence)
2) As They Danced Incognito
(This represents the type of poetic reverie I enjoy writing)
3) In A Suburban Paradise
( Storytelling in loose poetic form from my teenage past)
4) Still Life For Words In G Major
(Poetry for poetry’s sake. A word painting set to mind sounds)
5) A Singular Presence
(Memory poem about an old friend now deceased)
6) Even The Lazy Lizard
(This piece epitomizes my sometimes dream-like approach to poetry writing)
7) Newton W. Moon 1853-1904
(I composed 150 experimental epitaphs, all expanded and developed. This is one of my best)
8) The Endless Green Meadows
(A “dream poem” from another place and time)
9) Interludes Of A Night Rat
( This piece was chosen for inclusion in an anthology of poetry in 2013)
10) Your Eyes Are Like Magic Marbles
(This is a dream reverie of an old memory from a past love)
I go out for walks
once in a blue moon
when I do it’s a warm day
and the sky is many shades of blue
the moon
is just a clipped fingernail
I’m so happy now
I’m over the moon and weather
not under it
Whit Howland © 2019
When I thought of the drawing
Suddenly, I heard some painting
I crave the draft, draught de kooning
Still is graining, still is graining
Long I stood there establishing, painting
I took the blank sheet of paper
My mind was racing
Grandeur, thoughts and flashes behind my eyes
My mind guides my hand
I secure the paper
I crave the draft, draught de kooning
Still is graining, still is graining
Suddenly, I heard the auctioneer yelling..
I'll give you 2 thousand dollars for this drawing
Still is graining, still is graining
Long I stood there establishing, painting
I had dreamed of canvases staining
It was pertaining
The developing draw delineating
All my soul within me withdrawing
The designing draftsmanship designing
Remembering many draft, enticing paintings
An echo murmured back the word, 'painting!'
For I the artist drawing, is now a painting that was sold for money
4/20/19
today I pick up my grammar pallet
and paint for you a personal couplet
something in a monochrome line display
something to enjoy in a special way
transforming emotions onto a page
becomes easier with practice and age
sometimes I look and then I remember
sometimes I can echo your nerve center
in my portrait I have only one chance
to express to you in a single glance
something in one sensory dimension
something to translate my late ascension
my painting refracts my colours in hue
my painting, a self-portrait, simply true
TAKE THE BUTTERFLY
Take the butterfly is what Mark likes to call a surrealist word painting
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“Halt, who goes there?”
I said to myself out loud, and then I answered me in a soft loud slow dulcet tone type
style of voice and said.
“Who goes were?”
I surprised myself, as I was sure that I was the only one there.
“Do you want to ride my bike?
And
“Have you ever tried treading grapes while juggling?”
So surprised was I that I made my mind up there and then Never to buy those knobbly bits
That taste of flat square circles ever again.
Why does my left hand keep coming up and smacking me in the gob?
Still it’s dark outside and that’s the best place for the night to be.
So I sat very still while trying to balance on a moonbeam, and asked everyone I passed,
why are their feet going in opposite directions to themselves?
And why is my head on your body?
Wow what a night, still its early days but I think I have the answer,
Take the butterfly.
Take the Butterfly
A surrealist word painting Original work 1991
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