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Neal Whitman, US

 

 

 

Free Verse

 

Celebrating Mother's Day May 9, 2010

 

Shopping Downtown Boston

 

When I was too little to stay home alone,
Mother took me on her shopping Downtown Boston.
If I was good–
and I was always good enough–
she bought me a half-and-half cookie.
It was the yin-yang of cookiedom:
Its face, half vanilla, half chocolate icing.
I would work the edges
until a quadda sized bite was left
to pop into my mouth-oven.

 

 

 

Etheree

 

A Table for One. Yes, I am a Poet

 

Waiter: Please. Whisky. Neat and water back.
No where else to go, no one to call.
Now free from the work of the day
one can see most by bar light
when one sees so little.
We are for the dark.
Spiraled notebook
Permission
Poem
Pour

 

 

Snowball

 

The Power of Words

 

Maria.
Summer afteroon.
I love you.
I have good news:
the last day of school.

 

 

Clerihew

 

Clerihew for a Jazz Chanteuse Extraordinaire (1924 - 2009)

 

Blossom Dearie
With only reverie
Had no need for a bee to make a prairie flower
With a tickled lyric she brought acoustic power

 

 

Alphabet-found Poem

 

Poem Found on the Maine Mountain Site

 

At the Timberline
Bear Badger Berry Bird
Constellation Finder. Don’t
Die on the Mountain
Every Day at Sunrise
Flower Finder. Don’t
Get lost on the Mountain
Hiking
In These Woods.
Legacy of a Lifetime
Moose Watcher. These are Your
North Woods
One at Home.
Percival B. Baxter

 

 

Haiku

 

strawberries
our basket full:
kissing cousins

 

 

after dusk
the sound of light rain
gypsy moths chewing

 

 

stomping my snow boots
on your back porch
the frozen doorbell

 

 

the nurse says "okay" ––
first visitor after hours
tells a knock-knock joke

 

 

candle stump
and cold dinner
stood up… again

 

 

late dinner guest
bringing news from the Interstate
my cell phone ringing

 

 

releasing that raccoon
trapped in our trash can:
ingrate

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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