Compulsively Aimless is devoted to amateur attempts at short poems and random excursions through my bookshelf. The book lists in no way represent complete, well-thought out collection on any particular subject but are what I happen to have on my shelf. Expect lists devoted to travel, adventure, America, history and the unusual.
Friday, January 31, 2014
Wednesday, January 29, 2014
Sunday, January 26, 2014
The Poetry of Grocery Bags and Hot Coffee
Coffee, Your History
Dark redeemer
carrying legends of Sumatra, Arabia, Columbia
Creator of cultures
fuel for a Sufi’s whirling dance
drink of protests by patriots
in the days of revolution
drunk in heroic proportions
by Balzac and Beats
made mad by your power
Drunk black
by my father
on the troop ship
far side of the Pacific
World War Two
because green skin of slime congealed
on tins of curdled cream
The history
of why I drink you as a I do.
http://www.verse-virtual.com/john-kropf.html
Dark redeemer
carrying legends of Sumatra, Arabia, Columbia
Creator of cultures
fuel for a Sufi’s whirling dance
drink of protests by patriots
in the days of revolution
drunk in heroic proportions
by Balzac and Beats
made mad by your power
Drunk black
by my father
on the troop ship
far side of the Pacific
World War Two
because green skin of slime congealed
on tins of curdled cream
The history
of why I drink you as a I do.
http://www.verse-virtual.com/john-kropf.html
Friday, January 24, 2014
The End of August
The End of August
In the morning
even the sun is a runny red yoke
reluctant to rise above the horizon
reluctant to rise above the horizon
its tired rays bathe the street in sepia and melancholy
Your lush green lawn of May
is now a patchwork of dead spots and desiccated wisps
like the whiskers on an ancient holy man
A scattering of scorched brown leaves
-- the ones that weren’t strong enough to make it until October --
lie in the backyard like a school of beached Starfish
In town the streets are empty
public places without any public
as if its part of some government experiment
vaporizing all signs of life
except the white noise of the cicadas
Or maybe everyone has gone
to the beach to swim and sleep
to the beach to swim and sleep
trying to forget the end of summer.
Saturday, January 18, 2014
Branching Out
Fellow book lovers,
I hope you'll allow a slight diversion after 100 book blog posts.
You might be interested in a new minimalist poetry website--Verse Virtual. Two poems per poet, no ads and always updating content. www.verse-virtual.com
hope you'll have a look.
I hope you'll allow a slight diversion after 100 book blog posts.
You might be interested in a new minimalist poetry website--Verse Virtual. Two poems per poet, no ads and always updating content. www.verse-virtual.com
hope you'll have a look.
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