Poem of the Day
Yellow Striped Pajamas
By Shamsher Bahadur Singh
walking silently on his paws, he emerges from the semidarkness and disappears into it.
walking silently on his paws, he emerges from the semidarkness and disappears into it.
No charts nor maps were accorded
him, so he fabricated a route,
a Maginot Line around the earth.
Uncle Gabe is a thoughtful man. We were out Christmas shopping together this season, & as I walked by a department store jammed with Yuletide shoppers, I saw the most remarkable woman waiting for a bus. She was splendid. Blonde, blue eyes, long legs, perfectly developed breasts...
My Christian name you ask? It is Joseph Ignace.
I fell from my mother’s womb while she walked,
a nightly stroll around the neighborhood
A light from the ceiling is swinging outside on Forty-second
Street traffic is zinging
Collaborating on The Construction of Boston is interesting
Monna Vanna stares out—disdainfully? no, actually she is very young,
Beautiful, following the style of the time, and that is a certain stylish look; she has on a lot of clothes.
And Benjamin Franklin with a stamp pasted over his features
The face of the gypsy watching the bird gun firing into the colony of seals; but it was filled with blanks;
The face of the old knoll watching his hills grow up before him;
The face of the New England fruit juice proprietor watching his whole supplies being overturned by a herd of wild bulls;
La mia mamma
Nel tempo in cui ero bambino
Fu una donna
The Schubert is flying
O no crazy Alaska
Your poetry is all “culture poetry”
Said Frogs. You don’t know the
Meaning of crap.
Birds don't sing, they explain. Only human beings sing.
If half the poets in the world stopped writing, there would still be the same amount of poetry.
If ninety-nine percent of the poets in the world stopped writing poetry, there would still be the same amount of poetry.