verbal isometrics
often that is all
all it feels like
as i sit here
night after night
day after day
pressing words together
pulling ideas apart
my self
straining against
my self
in the end though
perhaps it doesn’t matter
matter if there is an audience
as isometrics tone the body
poetry is helping
to tone my mind
©2010-Art Belliveau
31 January 2010
30 January 2010
sedoka 1/28/10
sedoka
the storm winds shriek by
the house begins to quiver
assaulted by the deluge
children sleep soundly
curled up beneath their blankets
a long winter night drags on
©2010-Art Belliveau
the storm winds shriek by
the house begins to quiver
assaulted by the deluge
children sleep soundly
curled up beneath their blankets
a long winter night drags on
©2010-Art Belliveau
27 January 2010
scylla and charybdis
both monsters
reside in me
both attempt
to exercise control
so i must rigidly adhere
to my course
must tie up my passions
more tightly than odysseus
as he passed the sirens
for if i give in
to the hunger of
many headed scylla
it will only lead
down
down the black
and swirling maw
of dread charybdis
from which there is
never a return
©2010-Art Belliveau
reside in me
both attempt
to exercise control
so i must rigidly adhere
to my course
must tie up my passions
more tightly than odysseus
as he passed the sirens
for if i give in
to the hunger of
many headed scylla
it will only lead
down
down the black
and swirling maw
of dread charybdis
from which there is
never a return
©2010-Art Belliveau
26 January 2010
haiku 01/26/10
icy night winds blow
clouds scud across the dark sky
loneliness defined
©2010-Art Belliveau
clouds scud across the dark sky
loneliness defined
©2010-Art Belliveau
25 January 2010
dancing in the dark
dancing in the dark
alone in the universe
even in a crowd
even in sunlight
drinking each other in
like the last ounce of water
in the middle of the desert
nourishing each other
growing together
feeling the need build
but knowing this is not the time
knowing this is not the place
not knowing this was
the only chance
they would ever have
until long after
their time was done
©2010-Art Belliveau
alone in the universe
even in a crowd
even in sunlight
drinking each other in
like the last ounce of water
in the middle of the desert
nourishing each other
growing together
feeling the need build
but knowing this is not the time
knowing this is not the place
not knowing this was
the only chance
they would ever have
until long after
their time was done
©2010-Art Belliveau
24 January 2010
Fibonacci Sequence Poem
One
is
often,
not always,
a lonely number.
Sometimes it is simply alone.
©2010-Art Belliveau
is
often,
not always,
a lonely number.
Sometimes it is simply alone.
©2010-Art Belliveau
23 January 2010
Winter Chill
Clouds
create
a ceiling
from horizon
to horizon, and
bring back wintry weather.
A reminder, as spring comes,
of the coldness we’ve left behind.
As, sometimes, reminders of past fights
bring a touch of frost to our happy life.
Not much--just enough to remind us that
we should not take for granted the warmth.
And, like we layer on our jackets
and coats ‘gainst the winter’s cold,
let’s find comfort in the
happy memories,
that are shelter
against the
bitter
times.
©2010-Art Belliveau
create
a ceiling
from horizon
to horizon, and
bring back wintry weather.
A reminder, as spring comes,
of the coldness we’ve left behind.
As, sometimes, reminders of past fights
bring a touch of frost to our happy life.
Not much--just enough to remind us that
we should not take for granted the warmth.
And, like we layer on our jackets
and coats ‘gainst the winter’s cold,
let’s find comfort in the
happy memories,
that are shelter
against the
bitter
times.
©2010-Art Belliveau
Crazy Stan, the Weather Man
He’s Crazy Stan, the Weather Man,
And he never gets it right.
If Stan predicts a heat wave,
Then bundle up real tight!
If the forcast calls for sunny skies,
Take your umbrella when you go.
You can bet before the day is done,
There’ll be rain or sleet--or snow!
When Stan predicts a blizzard,
That’s the time to run and play outside.
The sun will warm you with its rays,
As on your bike you ride.
The weather is always a big surprise,
Every day and every night--
Cause Crazy Stan, the Weather Man,
He never gets it right.
©2010-Art Belliveau
And he never gets it right.
If Stan predicts a heat wave,
Then bundle up real tight!
If the forcast calls for sunny skies,
Take your umbrella when you go.
You can bet before the day is done,
There’ll be rain or sleet--or snow!
When Stan predicts a blizzard,
That’s the time to run and play outside.
The sun will warm you with its rays,
As on your bike you ride.
The weather is always a big surprise,
Every day and every night--
Cause Crazy Stan, the Weather Man,
He never gets it right.
©2010-Art Belliveau
22 January 2010
1/22/10
when i retreat
pull back away
from the world
from my friends
from you
it is not meant
as insult
or slight of any kind
i just need
to restore my sense
of who i am
with some space
give me time
and i will return
©2010-Art Belliveau
pull back away
from the world
from my friends
from you
it is not meant
as insult
or slight of any kind
i just need
to restore my sense
of who i am
with some space
give me time
and i will return
©2010-Art Belliveau
21 January 2010
shadorma 1/21/10
tomorrow
always enticing
out of reach
out of bounds
i am stuck living today
tomorrow’s a dream
©2010-Art Belliveau
always enticing
out of reach
out of bounds
i am stuck living today
tomorrow’s a dream
©2010-Art Belliveau
1/20/10
filing in
filing out
silent
(nearly)
little personal interaction
straight to computers
straight to work
21st century assembly line
putting together knowledge
but
to what purpose?
©2010-Art Belliveau
filing out
silent
(nearly)
little personal interaction
straight to computers
straight to work
21st century assembly line
putting together knowledge
but
to what purpose?
©2010-Art Belliveau
1/19/10
often in the course
of a normal day
all i need
in order to put the words
down on paper
the electrons on the screen
is a block of silent time
to be alone with the thoughts
whirling chaotically
tornadic
tsunamic
through my mind
and so i search
for something to hear
something to watch
something to save me
from my own musings
and let me dwell safely
in the words of others
©2010-Art Belliveau
of a normal day
all i need
in order to put the words
down on paper
the electrons on the screen
is a block of silent time
to be alone with the thoughts
whirling chaotically
tornadic
tsunamic
through my mind
and so i search
for something to hear
something to watch
something to save me
from my own musings
and let me dwell safely
in the words of others
©2010-Art Belliveau
1/18/10
grey
the day is grey
not dark
not bright
the rain falls
fitfully
not a downpour
not a sprinkle
and it seems
impossibly
that all is suspended
in the greyness
like flies in a giant web
stuck but struggling
struggling to break free
and find some other color
to add to the palette
of the world
of our time
of our lives
©2010-Art Belliveau
the day is grey
not dark
not bright
the rain falls
fitfully
not a downpour
not a sprinkle
and it seems
impossibly
that all is suspended
in the greyness
like flies in a giant web
stuck but struggling
struggling to break free
and find some other color
to add to the palette
of the world
of our time
of our lives
©2010-Art Belliveau
1/17/10
water to wine
wine to blood
blood to life
life to death
death to life again
endless transformation
©2010-Art Belliveau
wine to blood
blood to life
life to death
death to life again
endless transformation
©2010-Art Belliveau
1/16/10
I was thinking again
about the night we never spent
laying out together
on a cool summer night
looking up
through the rain clouds
to see the stars
shining and swooping overhead
and
every now and again
catching a falling star
on our outstretched tongues.
©2010-Art Belliveau
about the night we never spent
laying out together
on a cool summer night
looking up
through the rain clouds
to see the stars
shining and swooping overhead
and
every now and again
catching a falling star
on our outstretched tongues.
©2010-Art Belliveau
etheree 1/15/10
Gone.
She is
Gone from me.
Why does time speed
Only in the good times
And drag now that she’s left?
Left me all alone again,
Desolate, inconsolable,
Waiting through seconds that drag like years,
For the healing power only time brings.
©2010-Art Belliveau
She is
Gone from me.
Why does time speed
Only in the good times
And drag now that she’s left?
Left me all alone again,
Desolate, inconsolable,
Waiting through seconds that drag like years,
For the healing power only time brings.
©2010-Art Belliveau
14 January 2010
You Were Such a Good Dog
You were such a good dog,
And now that you are gone,
It seems just way too quiet
As I sit here, all alone.
No one to play tug of war,
Or catch the ball I throw.
No one keep me warm at night,
When the outside's white with snow.
No one to go exploring with,
Every night till seven.
I really sure do miss you now,
That you're in Doggy Heaven.
I know that you are happy there,
Young again and strong.
Playing with the angels,
Never doing wrong.
You go have fun with the angel dogs,
I'll see you there, till then--
I know that you will wait for me,
And one day we'll play again.
©2010-Art Belliveau
And now that you are gone,
It seems just way too quiet
As I sit here, all alone.
No one to play tug of war,
Or catch the ball I throw.
No one keep me warm at night,
When the outside's white with snow.
No one to go exploring with,
Every night till seven.
I really sure do miss you now,
That you're in Doggy Heaven.
I know that you are happy there,
Young again and strong.
Playing with the angels,
Never doing wrong.
You go have fun with the angel dogs,
I'll see you there, till then--
I know that you will wait for me,
And one day we'll play again.
©2010-Art Belliveau
cutting words
"are you happy now?"
so simple seeming a sentence
and yet
so barbed a question
slicing and cutting
with nothing more than
a slight twist
of voice
©2010-Art Belliveau
so simple seeming a sentence
and yet
so barbed a question
slicing and cutting
with nothing more than
a slight twist
of voice
©2010-Art Belliveau
Requiem for Bailey
laying down on your side
panting slightly
shivering a bit with pain and cold
your once bright eyes now dull
your onetime boundless energy
all but depleted
bathed in my tears
the feel of my hand caressing your side
you go into that final sleep
my heart breaking
as your heart sills
©2010-Art Belliveau
panting slightly
shivering a bit with pain and cold
your once bright eyes now dull
your onetime boundless energy
all but depleted
bathed in my tears
the feel of my hand caressing your side
you go into that final sleep
my heart breaking
as your heart sills
©2010-Art Belliveau
11 January 2010
senryu 01/09/10
we've so much to do
on this lovely winter day--
so we'll play hooky!
©2010-Art Belliveau
on this lovely winter day--
so we'll play hooky!
©2010-Art Belliveau
senryu 01/06/10
cool jazz playing low
on a swelt'ring summer night
a winter daydream
©2010-Art Belliveau
on a swelt'ring summer night
a winter daydream
©2010-Art Belliveau
senryu 01/05/10
the students return
with a lack of excitement
first day jitters hit
©2010-Art Belliveau
with a lack of excitement
first day jitters hit
©2010-Art Belliveau
senryu 01/03/10
the magi spoke not
preferring to let their acts
speak for them instead
©2010-Art Belliveau
preferring to let their acts
speak for them instead
©2010-Art Belliveau
02 January 2010
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