late Summer:
the last days before
reed heads fluff.
Summer Reeds [Haiku]
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Author Archives: B Gourley
DAILY PHOTO: Scenes from the Van Gogh 360 Exhibit, Bangalore
Orange Earth [Haiku]
You, Too [Lyric Poem]
I cannot be one.
I cannot be lost.
I cannot buy my entry
at a payable cost.
I cannot be three.
I cannot be boss.
I cannot isolate: diamonds
from the dross.
I think I can be two,
just the me & you.
our two could be one,
like two planks form a cross.
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Buds & Blossoms [Haiku]
buds & blossoms,
in vibrant red, gussy up
a dreary cityscape.
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DAILY PHOTO: The Grounds of the Festetics Mansion [Deg]
Limerick of the Racist TV Exec
A TV executive for the show, Kung Fu, was unsure of just what he should do. Carradine or Lee? Which one should it be? One knows Kung Fu, but Asian, he is too.
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Chokehold [Lyric Poem]
dying by the second
from a starving brain;
each new panicked moment
narrows down the frame.
now, my world is dwindling,
shrinking to a dot:
like TV's used to do
when you shut them off.
Now, this poem is done.
there's nothing past one pel --
except for oblivion:
no sight, no sound, no smell.
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River’s Rise [Lyric Poem]
Stumps are underwater. The pebble beach is gone. Floating docks slant downstream as fast waters roll on. Detritus on pylons: a beaver dam of wood. Coffee brown waters flow where yesterday I stood. Will the levees stand strong until the surge recedes? Will the flood wash away the willows and the reeds?
