Poetry Blog by Randy Horton (love)
Philipos on Champagne and Sunflowers (Fri, 20 Nov 2020 01:53 pm)
She said, “Jesus wept”
Was her favourite Bible verse,
Because it showed Jesus
Was human and shared
Our human feelings.
I suspected it was her
Favourite because it was
The easiest to remember,
But I guess it isn’t so bad.
It’s better than the ones
That command genocide,
Stoning children, or taking
Virgin girls as spoils of war.
But it isn’t as good as the ones
That say to turn a...
Thursday 5th September 2019 9:14 am
The prompt for day six of NaPoWriMo was to write a poem dealing with counterfactual conditionals, as it were. Here is mine:
Accepting an Infinite Regression of Causes
If only life had come into being
On different terms, according to a different template.
If pain weren’t the primary motivating factor
For keeping life propelling itself forward,
If the best of all possible worlds weren’...
Saturday 6th April 2019 5:40 am
The poetry is pretty perhaps,
And some may appreciate the aesthetics
While being put off by the messiness
Of the content, preferring a tidy theme.
And maybe you could clean it up
A bit to avoid making the prigs uncomfortable.
Say something about flowers by the seaside,
For example, and let us forget people have sex.
And let’s forget about messy conflict
Wednesday 27th March 2019 8:24 pm
He broke her spirit when he declared
He didn’t even know what love is.
She had only asked a simple question
As she planned her own future.
Whilst he resisted closing his options,
He never noticed how open hers were.
She awaited his answer as her suitors
Sat on the sidelines biding their time.
He pretended he didn’t understand
The comfort of constant companionship...
Wednesday 28th November 2018 8:17 pm
At the interview, she said,
“These are some designs I’ve been
Working on since I got out of jail.”
On his dating profile, he said,
“I’ve finished the last course of antibiotics
And feel I’m ready to date again.”
At dinner, she confessed,
“I listened to a Justin Bieber song to see what it was
And I ended up listening to the entire album.”
At the office sexu...
Saturday 24th November 2018 7:16 am
If you’re a poet prowling in penumbral light,
Staggering through shadows alone and lost,
Praying for a spiritual Sherpa to
Take you to atmospheric heights,
Or at least pull you from chasmic depths
And save you from the crushing pressure
Of self-loathing and free floating anxiety,
You should get to know me.
If your addictions are afflictions
You can no longer bear an...
Wednesday 31st October 2018 11:56 am