Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Across to The Peloponnese By James Welch

 sending prayers to those victims and their families...peace!

A decent man died today,
No one knows how things come in his way.
He died today at ten past three,
the final tick of the soccer match.
Shepherds complained of a winter wind,
the butcher laid down his lamb.
Some mothers say he was a poet,
he wrote stunning ones on rare paper
about-you see, almost everything, silver or gold,
the poems that were eloquently foreign.
Flies walk against the windowpane.
Dogs bark, restless themselves
that the Aegean mocks mourners
gathered in his room.
Nobody knows how he passed away
or why-he always gets up at 7 o'clock,
he occupied no relatives or criminals way
of throw himself against the rock.
Fishermen had their boats shine
along the shore against the Peloponnese,
In Montana, women are certain
Greece tease herself, not the Turks.


Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Chalkley Cameron (from The New Spoon River Poetry)

If the Declaration of Independence
is the soul of the Constitution,
Why can you never get a court
to test ordinance and laws
by the inalienable right of the pursuit of happiness?
Here was I, a young lawyer with my first case,
Attacking an ordinance of Spoon River
which forbade the ballet.
and arguing that it was void because it interfered
with the pursuit of happiness.
Well, the judges smiled at me,
And the crowd hoated me,
And I did not have to friend but my client,
And some of the ballet girls,
and I faded out for shame!