To the Studio

To the studio I make my way,
To write on shards, some poetry.
What is art but stopping time?
My heart's in bottles, plates and rhyme.

Mars and Venus

Impetuous Mars fought with Iron,
A love of Venus that would not tire.
Venus drank from her copper bowl,
The blood from Mars' Warrior Soul.

Strategy

A strategy for a monumental poem.
Might write down what is known,

And might edit out all sentiment,
Truth will say what you meant.
Finally, are words set free?
If not, don't bother with strategies.

Fire

Saturn showered works of Man

     on Mercury's five-petaled Flower,
Venus healed the wounds of Christ,
     with Psalms to Jupiter's Tower.
Mars aspired to join Islam,
  a minaret might take him higher.
The Sun gave away one Lunar day,
    And made it rain in Fire.

Across the Dark

     Across the darkness two black coals
     Sent sparks out to avoid the world.
     Each glow brightened sky and earth,
     Like love they nurtured, darkness first.

Mountains

Storms might dark the earth,
Rains might soak the sea,
Some might even doubt their worth,
And ask, Why now? Why me?

Eye and Ear

  Enough of this rhyming poetry,
  I'm tired of the rhymes I hear.
  Time instead I write for my eye,
  And not compose for ear.

Faraway Pond

On the top of a faraway mountain

There's a drop of a faraway pond.

Some say it's a magic fountain,

That wells like a phantasm of God.

I've hiked to this spring many times,

Swum in its waters cold.

I wonder if the water or climb,

Could keep one from getting old.

Shingle Shanty

I floated the Shingle Shanty, a river through my mind,
I never thought of landing, though the banks were soft and kind.
I just laid back and drifted, and let the water carry me through,
In a lake my stream did end, so my paddling started new.

Tube for Sasquatch

I gave a tube of Shoepatch to a Sasquatch that I knew,
It wasn't for any rubber shoes, I knew he had none to glue.
He put it on his inner tube, that he used for floating through,
The wild Wasatch waters, with their foamy rapids blue.

Higgs Boson II

Out in Magnetic Space-Time, in a Field of bumpy Molts,
The Mother of All Matter got whacked, by Trillions of Electron Volts.
With two such model Bosons, could Space-Time possibly be flawed?
Two magnitudes a Proton, she comes and goes a God.

Higgs Bosun I

Lady V Part III

Irritator and Afrovenator, (who both by now are fossils)

Accompanied a lovely Velociraptress, to distant faraway Russia.

Lady V escaped to Eqypt, where she eloped with Isisaurus.

There got hitched by Elopteryx, who always had worshipped Horus.

When Doctor T-Rex offerred Lady V, an Isisaurian head,

That's probably why her baby Theropoda, ended up so dead.

Our widow Velociraptress devoted final years to arts,

She met her end with two Brontosauri - they died while lighting farts.

You'll be overjoyed and elated, this poem ends in mirth,

Shortly later an asteroid, collided with Planet Earth!

Kabacchi

The Riojasaur Club

Meet the scaly Drinkers at the Riojasaur Club,

Where all the healthy Spinosaurs, enjoy full-scale body rubs

Here Mami Stegosaur levies Dino-era rates,

Charging clients extra, to take off spiny plates.

Lovely Lady Velociraptress, gives away free lap-dances,

To three naked Erectopi, who're taking big life chances.

Big Triceratops was a rocker, who could out-rock a Magnosaurus,

His Dongbeititan rocked the crop of them, the club broke out in chorus.

Iguanodon was screaming, at Triceratops' granite block,

The Riojasaurs sang a rhyme for them, a Priconodonian rock!

"Get dressed!" Iquanodon demanded of her horny lover,

I'm worried that Poposaurus might actually come on over!

Poposaurus brought Afrovenator who had a lot of muscle,

Like Irritator and Achillobator . . . they all by now are fossils.

Triceratops

Triceratops was a horny lizard,
A tri-horned lizard was he.
His illustrious cock decomposed to rock,
And is adored in Tennessee.
Musicologists know he played banjo,
He also strummed the fiddle.
His partner's tail was found stuck in shale,
With his bow done up her middle.

Triceratops and Iquanodon

"Shall we keep your Epanterias on?
 So asked bony Triceratops of tiny Iquanodon.

"I'll be Gigantasaurus, leave Epanterias on,

"Triceratops is hornier, once Epanterias come down!"

Old Triceratops got Iquanodon's Epanterias off,
 though Iquanodon preferred Epanterias on.

The Door

Reason lights up rafters high,
Instinct sounds the floor,
Poetry's a key that opens wide,
The door to Metaphor.

Outside Us

  Which of the piles of ice and snow,

  That shine in the dark outside us,

  Will set afire and put aglow,

  The divine spark that lies inside us.

Bedbugs

The common male bedbug,
Has a prick as sharp as a knife,
Since the female has no vulva,
What's it's like to be a bedbug wife? 1.

[ NOTE 1: Traumatic Insemination is the technical term,

                For describing the insertion of bedbug sperm. 

                Before foreplay gets made, she asks him coyly,

                "I really do miss your blade, I really need it sorely!"]

Image courtesy: Adam Cuerden

Garter Snakes

A sexy little garter snake,

With skin as soft as felt,
Broke the thing off her garter mate,
To keep as a chastity belt. 1.

[ NOTE 1: The velvety little Garter Snake actually carries a poisonous bite,

                Yet fails to deliver much venom, her fangs are stuck way inside.

                Her cousin the Red-Sided Garter, engages in ritual orgy,

                Men all come to try their pens, and take chances writing poetry.

                This poem does mention the particular convention, of a species that has two pricks. 

                One is a spare, to put somewhere, the other is for mortar and bricks.

The Praying Mantis

As a Praying Mantis man, I keep a fantasy,
I plan to grab your mantis tail, then to sleep with Thee.
Yet as a mantis male, I know reality,
I'd lose my mantis head for good, if ever I bedded Thee.

Now my Mantis Wife, once she promised me,

I'd lose my mantis head for life, if instead I bed with Thee.

For me her mantis spouse, no good comes for free,
I gave my wife a louse for food, but kept my head for me.

So my wife's Mantis Clan, drew up plans for me,
They saw me as her mantis fan, to pray and fawn for free.

I'd lose my mantis head in bed, for infidelity,
Live and die then go to Hell, all for loving Thee.

To my Mantis Lord I prayed, "Fulfill my dying wish:

"Rather than be mantis-gored,  I'll take your burning bush."

Then my Mantis Lord spoke back to me, this is what He said:

"Just sit back and enjoy your life, as you sacrifice your head."

So my Mantis Lad, inside my Mantis Soul,
Keeps me really Mantis-bad, outside my praying door.
By such Mantis acts I'm spared, a mantis head for life,
I live for prayer and die for Thee, my Praying Mantis wife.


[Note: The Praying Mantis, is a large carnivorous insect with a reputation for ferocity and strength. 
The female Mantis normally eats the male's head, moments after he copulates. Some males manage to escape - most do not.]

For Natalia

Mark Potter

I scramble a verse for young Natalia,
Who comes from a place in faraway Russia,
She serves eggs at a joint called Camaraderie,
Orange Juice Eggs Benedict, in Long Island City.

This Natalia is tall and slim,
A classic face, with hair that's thin,
Broad shoulders and blonde tresses,
Wine Natalia on soft mattresses?