Month: March 2012

Scorched earth poem by Andy Derryberry

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i stand in a burned and smoldering
40 acre field

a field of ruination by my own hand

i played with the matches carelessly

and brilliant beautiful flame of pale blue

flared into a conflagration that left me

scorched with regret and

solitary in this field of smoke

now all i see is what was before

what is gone and will be nevermore

was it real or imagined

or only a phantom

i lost the time to know

because i was careless

and now the only sensation i have

is that of the heart pounding in my chest

and the pulse surging through my veins

and so i am alive and maybe

given the time to nurture a field

and perhaps time to forgive myself for

burning this one

My Friend, A Cat Poem by Clay Derryberry

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My Friend

How perfect is the gaze

Through his marble eyes

And legendary his grin.

When we meet he makes

A feline for me caressing my soul

And raising pause

To consider the clause

Of life binding us close in love.

Licking life is his destiny,

And at times,

Snoring musically, he sleeps soundly

Deep in his own dreams.

Clay Derryberry

August 15, 1998

The best poem ever written ~ balloon poem by e.e. cummings

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who knows if the moon’s
a balloon,coming out of a keen city
in the sky–filled with pretty people?
(and if you and i should

get into it,if they
should take me and take you into their balloon,
why then
we’d go up higher with all the pretty people

than houses and steeples and clouds:
go sailing
away and away sailing into a keen
city which nobody’s ever visited,where

always
it’s
Spring and everyone’s
in love and flowers pick themselves

Bentley All I See is Carpeting Poem by Joan Pond

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All I ‘See’ Is Carpeting
by Joan Pond

The streets of Kensington gave me trouble,
so I doubled back to the flat.
Driving on the wrong side
I panicked at an intersection,
threatening to cut me in two.
I should have listened to you
and taken the tram.
Sheer hell will break loose,
for dinging your Bentley.
My ass is in a sling,
then over your knee;
while you explain why Yanks
should leave driving to the Brits.
Yet all I
‘see’,
is carpeting.