The Enlightenment thinker called Voltaire
beat the lottery to become a millionaire.
To the man, he did stick it,
by buying every ticket.
Voltaire Clerihew
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Nietzsche Clerihew
The German philosopher Nietzsche pronounced his name using a schwa. that rhyme 's not perfected, but closer than expected.
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Plato Clerihew
The wise philosopher Plato tried classifying the potato: the edible rock? or, coldcock in a sock?
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Dormant [Haiku]
The Peacock Flower [Senryū]
for a peacock to look Peacock Flower-like, it must be on fire.
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Unimpressed [Tanka]
a stately building stands beside the river, commanding the eye. but that ancient river remains unimpressed.
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Fields of the Dead [Free Verse]
It's a beautiful day
in the graveyard.
Blue skies.
Cool, but not cold.
The ideal temperature
to be an overdressed military man.
Do ghosts amble among the stones
on days like these?
I imagine most of these men died
on quite different kinds of days:
Rainy, cold, muddy days.
Muggy, buggy, malarial days.
The kind of day that just won't end,
but to fold into a sleepless night.
How many died,
not from spall or Minié balls,
but because they just didn't have the will
to drag themselves through another day?
from exhaustion?
from demoralization?
How many died under beautiful blue skies
on an idyllic autumn day?
I don't know whether
there're good days to die,
and even less whether
there're good days to be dead.
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Painted Sunup [Haiku]
i stop, mid-run,
because this sunrise
will never repeat.
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WORLD POETRY DAY: “Pay w/ a Poem” @ Urban Solace Cafe
Bangalore’s Urban Solace Cafe (https://www.facebook.com/UrbanSolaceCafe) does something cool, and kind to poets, for World Poetry Day. They have a “Pay with a Poem” event allowing people to buy a cup of coffee with an original poem today. So, if you’re in the Ulsoor Lake neighborhood, show them some love. My submission is below.
FOR THE LOVE OF COFFEE
It’s said we each have one true love.
I fear I may have two.
Oh Coffee, dearest black coffee,
I love your rich brown hue.
I love your lava-like hotness,
and how you energize.
Some have said you’re bad for my heart,
but that’s a pack of lies.
I’ll consume you in the morning,
but cautiously at night.
For if I take you in the eve,
there'll be Aubades at first light.
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Imperfect World [Free Verse]
Our plight is craving perfection
in an imperfect world:
imperfectly perceived,
imperfectly performed,
imperfectly programmed.
To have a mind that can imagine perfection,
but never attain it
creates a special hell vehicle.
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