Poetry Blog by Michael Triandafils
Mrs. Jobe complains about her class…again
“I even give them the page number….but they’re too lazy to look the answer up.
With kids that lazy, how do they expect me to do my job?”
Teaching is a crazy way to put food on the table.
But then again, I could tell her about Uten the Yak herder in Tibet who has to carry a wounded calf down a dangerous mountain gorge
or Perri the Amazon fish...
Tuesday 17th December 2019 2:04 am
You outflanked me a thousand times
But I outlived you
And after all the meaningless debates on generalship
I find it far more noble
to be able to draw another breath.
So I will dance a little jig
as I carry your coffin
to your resting place.
You won't outflank me this time.
Tuesday 19th November 2019 1:57 am
Which trail did you run down dreams?
Why did you leave me?
I forswore even the deepest memory of myself to chase you.
Now I am old and tired and I can't remeber what I forgot.
Hazy hazy me.
Friday 15th November 2019 2:38 am
I had a beat-up Ford
That wouldn't go in reverse.
I lent it to my girlfriend
Who drove away........
and never came back.
Now I drink to lessons learned
And pray tomorrow's sunny.
And I hope your taking notes boy,
Because everything is funny.
Wednesday 13th November 2019 2:43 am
I thought I could carry this love for two.
My back was strong
shouldn't true love be light as a feather?
I thought about it stooped with the weight while waiting.
My father used to recycle aluminum cans for money.
he carried his garbage bag
full of cans
down to the weigh-in station,
check to make sure there was no steel hidden in there t...
Saturday 9th November 2019 1:43 am
Come sit near me
Pretty senorita in the laundromat
I'll give you songs for your quarters
I'll give you a love straight out of a Mexican soap opera
I'm pining away here
Trying to look so nonchalant-that French for looking like I don't care when I really do
Black hair like down on your arms
T-shirt cut short showing ribs
I'm a songwriter.
I'm not known yet, and may never b...
Wednesday 6th November 2019 3:28 am
In the apartment weed garden of Eden
A sun-Bleached Statute Of Shirdi Sai Baba
Abandoned by the immigrant Indian family he guided over the perilous ocean to aMerica.
I bondoed his wounds
And sprayed Fat Bollywood colors over his coat.
His skin tone I left to a true artist to paint.
Then I placed him on a pedestal
Saturday 26th October 2019 3:48 am
Drives a Chrysler barefoot…
And has three kids with a man
Stronger than me.
You know, she likes my poetry.
She said so so once.
When she called, I remembered every word.
I cracked them open looking for anything.
Then I used them to make jokes about myself… my only immunity against one-sided love.
let me kiss her once.
My friends said I should have...
Thursday 24th October 2019 5:48 am
You fell out the kicked window
What did that look like?
You jumped out the pushed window
What did that feel like?
You leapt from the punched window
Killing the monkeys in the lab must have upset you huh?
Didn't you learn that first you have to kill your feelings?
You big sissy.
Wait, you sailed out the manhandled window?
Can we take this step by step please?...
Tuesday 22nd October 2019 3:16 am
Desert Poem #1
Where are you now son?
Lost Horse Canyon
With the poets-an odd bunch
They try to wrangle the desert's beauty with their lassos
made of words
It always eludes them
Desert Poem #2
Sister Silver Cholla
Sleeping through the hard times
The desert kisses her every morning
But she only wakes up
When his breath smells like rai...
Monday 14th October 2019 7:31 pm
Suki is a Sharpei
It takes lifetimes of breeding to turn a wolf into a Sharpei.
"More skin,' cries the breeder wife.
Beauty is only skin deep...functional too.
I've seen other dogs grab rolls and rolls of Suki's beauty and shake,
while she easily manuevers around to return the favor.
I should be so lucky.
My skin comes down from lines of carp...
Saturday 12th October 2019 3:35 am
Dear Fundamentalist Friend
Have you stockpiled your food for the coming shit storm?
Do you have dreams of me banging on the doors of your bomb shelter… like a drowning man to Noah’s ark?
How you would hold my gaze like a prizefighter… confident that your God through you would win.
And in that way,
Have you ever known anything of it?
Friday 11th October 2019 2:14 am
My verses were seamless
My chorus was tight
But my bridge needed a C section with horns to be born.
So another neighbor’s house I painted and
another driveway of concrete pavers I laid…
to get paid…
to produce my songs.
Do the dreams of a young man have a shelf life?
Because I am still doing this at 50,
And have not yet sold a single song.
my neighborhood su...
Sunday 6th October 2019 3:27 am
Do you still have the gin bottle
that Uncle Teddy drowned in?
You know the one with the toothpick ship
wrecked upon the shore of an 80 proof sea.
We can trace those maritime lines
through our veins, salty and sad….
The ones I see in your watery eyes
with crushing waves
and capsized boats
and drunken tears
Saturday 5th October 2019 2:49 am
Your Majesty I am Pablos Juan
My story is so sad to tell
I was a true conquistador
And only lived to serve Spain well
I soldiered in St. Augustine
Master of both sword and pike
In your name I wielded both
Not afraid to give my life
At the fort were dogs of war
With most of them I got along
But one was like a rabid beast
The devil in his breast was strong...
Friday 4th October 2019 3:28 am
What dragged the sides of your mouth down-down-down?
Bad dental work?
Did the papparazzi say “a little less smiley?"
Dark secrets? Rotten plums?
Did you want something from a noncommittal lover?
Was desire suffering? Isn’t it still?
Did you think you’re the doer?
Or were you a backward thinker in a forward thinking world?
Were you alone mixing medications ...
Tuesday 1st October 2019 1:17 am