Anchorite
How at sea he is, that monk!
Join with him and dine on herring,
chant and turn out to row
in a brave cup.
Cheerful poems
Cheerful poems — a collection of the best works on PoemShip.
Old Harry
Red herrings to breakfast:
boot-heel hole as big as a horse
through the forest, one path
as if through a red regiment.
Old Harry went out to buy a hat
and met the Greyhound,
where I found him vexed
about breaking the Lord’s lock.
Mr. P.’s poetry
I walk in fields broad and common,
journey one inch,
stand in church till dark.
Then wine, two bottles; a rose and no wit.
Let my pitiful verses get a laugh.
My folly has friends, I note.
I play the fool.
Mr. P.’s Zen
I sat za zen,
we sat zen za,
we drank many healths
to Mr. Zan.
There was nothing at all left
of this day’s work.
Song of My Beard
I sang a song to my beard,
overgrown powder
of my neck and altered head,
brown thing of thorn, bridge
to a brave day abominably bare.
Amtrak
waking on the train
I see a hawk
absurd men laughing
about office business
Territory folks
frost white
on the gibbet
the grammar out here in the country
is buttery as lard
Visions
I see a king’s codpiece
on all the money
see a temple
in demands we deny the present
the Pope coming to mind
like a fat moth
Scissor, paper
we call one another mad
like singing scissors
troubled by a committee of papers
and their mode of mad talk
Winnings
pink in the east
as I go home
a small win at cards
Smaller than life
an inch-and-a-half moon
all my thoughts
concern money
Lake-dweller
with morning
comes the joy of a loon
the silver of home
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