invisible teacher
mouthing inaudible words
apathy's warden
©2009-Art Belliveau
15 January 2009
senryu 1/15/09
searching for a poem
in answer to a challenge--
I'll find it--I will
©2009-Art Belliveau
13 January 2009
12 January 2009
01 November 2008
23 July 2008
Another American Day
I just found this. I wrote it in response to the Virginia Tech massacre.
Another American Day
Here we are, another American day
in the cruelest month of the year
a month that holds a festering wound
beneath a dirty scab
that is periodically ripped off again
as on this, another American day
The aftermath is predictable
on the news he is now a posterboy
for the most current round of spring insanity
a nobody elevated to demon status
a product of years falling through cracks
landing hard and making others suffer for him
on this, another American day
It is a replay every time
only the names and numbers change
only the location of the pain
Waco, Texas
Oklahoma City
Littleton, Colorado
Blacksburg, Virginia
Each a bloody April day
another American day
We didn’t learn before
and we won’t learn now
the same mistakes are made again and again
the same questions asked each time
the same answers given
the same debates argued
and in the end they’ll all lead
to another bloody American day
©2008-Art Belliveau
Another American Day
Here we are, another American day
in the cruelest month of the year
a month that holds a festering wound
beneath a dirty scab
that is periodically ripped off again
as on this, another American day
The aftermath is predictable
on the news he is now a posterboy
for the most current round of spring insanity
a nobody elevated to demon status
a product of years falling through cracks
landing hard and making others suffer for him
on this, another American day
It is a replay every time
only the names and numbers change
only the location of the pain
Waco, Texas
Oklahoma City
Littleton, Colorado
Blacksburg, Virginia
Each a bloody April day
another American day
We didn’t learn before
and we won’t learn now
the same mistakes are made again and again
the same questions asked each time
the same answers given
the same debates argued
and in the end they’ll all lead
to another bloody American day
©2008-Art Belliveau
09 June 2008
Poetry like Jazz
Poetry like jazz
riffing words in the coolness
of the Mickey D's
The outside heat a
momentary memory
Slinging my solo out
to unseen ears
©2008-Art Belliveau
riffing words in the coolness
of the Mickey D's
The outside heat a
momentary memory
Slinging my solo out
to unseen ears
©2008-Art Belliveau
01 May 2008
Leftovers?
I went in the kitchen
And opened the fridge,
To find a bite to eat.
The sight was bewitchin’,
I saw a smidge
Of leftover luncheon meat.
My stomach growled.
I felt my mouth water,
As I reached in for my snack.
I jumped back and howled
Though, as my nose caught a
Stench that made me step back.
What I had thought
Was luncheon meat
Emitted a horrible smell.
The odor of rot
Was so complete,
I thought I’d entered Hell.
What I had mistaken
As roast beef or ham,
Or a slice of Boston butt,
Or old precooked bacon,
Or leftover spam,
I now thought of as leftover “what.”
I closed the door,
My appetite gone.
No way I was gonna try it!
The food was “to die for,”
And so I moved on...
I decided to start my diet.
©2008-Art Belliveau
And opened the fridge,
To find a bite to eat.
The sight was bewitchin’,
I saw a smidge
Of leftover luncheon meat.
My stomach growled.
I felt my mouth water,
As I reached in for my snack.
I jumped back and howled
Though, as my nose caught a
Stench that made me step back.
What I had thought
Was luncheon meat
Emitted a horrible smell.
The odor of rot
Was so complete,
I thought I’d entered Hell.
What I had mistaken
As roast beef or ham,
Or a slice of Boston butt,
Or old precooked bacon,
Or leftover spam,
I now thought of as leftover “what.”
I closed the door,
My appetite gone.
No way I was gonna try it!
The food was “to die for,”
And so I moved on...
I decided to start my diet.
©2008-Art Belliveau
30 April 2008
Last Tanka of April 2008
thirty days of poems
imagination’s vault is
now nearly empty
there’s less than an hour to go
and I’ve just made the deadline
©2008-Art Belliveau
imagination’s vault is
now nearly empty
there’s less than an hour to go
and I’ve just made the deadline
©2008-Art Belliveau
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