Grammar Nazi

Adrian Gottlieb, The Poet
Adrian Gottlieb, The Poet

Grammar Nazi

 

I cringe 

as I read the 

mess of 

written word

constructed by

the so-called poet,

for I cannot see

past the horrible

misspelling

and unadulterated 

penned laziness.

Oh grammar have-not,

take these words

of construction:

‘there’ is not ‘their’

and punctuation,

apostrophes 

to be precise,

are still in style

I promise,

and last but 

not least

for the love

of Pete,

Proofread!

 

Seventeen

Alcide Theophile Robaudi, The Young Bride
Alcide Theophile Robaudi, The Young Bride

Seventeen

 

A vision in white

She captured his heart too soon

Still bearing a

shiny metal smile

and full of girlhood dreams

The apple of her daddy’s eye

and mama’s baby girl

A too-young heart

Bursting to love

She never could resist

a man in uniform

And at the tender age

of seventeen

She became his bride

 

Early Morning (haiku)

Crispin Gardner, Foggy Walk
Crispin Gardner, Foggy Walk

Early morning traipse

Up before the crack of dawn

Air still thick with night

 

I am a Wo-man

Yell Saccani, Silence Now
Yell Saccani, Silence Now

I am a Wo-man

I am a Wo-man
Girlishly temperamental
An endearing mess of moodiness
Often insufferable, yet
Adorable to rebuke
Brimming with ladylike 
Charm, when it’s called for
A petulant little girl
When she’s not getting her way
Yet full of matriarchal compassion
A defender of sisterhood

I am a Wo-man
An effeminate full-bodied
Squishy soft,
Curvy mass of potent energy
A fertile field bearing
Fruits from sacred portals
Cosmic co-creator, birthing souls
Man-loving modern day feminist
Who marches to her own beat
As the old cliche’ goes,
I AM WOMAN, HEAR ME ROAR!

 

 

 

 

 

Nostalgia

Gustave Klint
Gustave Klint

Nostalgia

A familiar song plays

Yearning rushes in, like a blast of hot air,

Breath catches, and I’m caught again

Oh that exquisite pain! How you disturb me!

It confounds me really

That old sentiment, old but always fresh somehow

Emotion rising up from deep,

unfathomable regions,

recondite places meant for storing pain

That kind that makes me all nostalgic like, that kind

that creates havoc all up and down my body

God, such sweet poignant suffering!

Bitter-sweet memories, I think of that almost lover, lost friend 

It’s a beautiful tragedy

that thing called nostalgia

This tear-jerker tune gets me every time like that

 

 

The Ice Skater (haiku)

woman-fell-skating_300

The Ice Skater

Grace exemplified

Glissading across the ice

She was a vision

 

Dainty and lithesome

Until she lost her footing

Landing on her bum!

Angels and Demons

Karol Bak, NOKTURNY, 2010
Karol Bak, NOKTURNY, 2010

Angels and Demons

Lovely oblivion 

How I cherished you!

I was the beautiful pretender, 

captivating imposter, fooling all,

even myself after awhile. 

But angels and demons 

never stay buried for long,

they just inhabit, until

something, or someone

comes along 

and tears you open,

ripping away layers

of phoniness, exposing

the fallacious actor,

who’d learned to play

her part so well.

 

You came along,

when demons were raging

and angels only wept.

I thought I could fool you too

like all the rest,

but you could see the pain in me

and you could see the love.

You stripped me bare,

dispossessed me 

of all my clinging, 

splitting me wide open, raw.

I’d never seen ‘real’ before, you

and now you have me

begging, pleading

Show me more, 

’cause fighting all the demons

will take time.