POEM |
TAKING THE PLEDGE
Today a young friend wrote
To say, "You're a scapegoat
David, not for others'
Guilt & shame
But rather
For all the violence & lust
For life that goes unclaimed."
...
Posted by David Rowe on Thu, 03 Jul 2008 08:38:00 PST |
outlaw poem |
NATALITIAL NOLA POEM
& I just wish
I were poet enough
To do it all justice
& albeit I stuck me beezer
In boo-coo cups of sangria,
I can tell you this:
&nbs...
Posted by David Rowe on Fri, 23 May 2008 06:23:00 PST |
Whirling dervishes of Konya poem |
DERVISH DANCE VERSES
Brutally uprooted,Bereaved of kith & kin,The reed flute begins to pine & keenOur cue to unskein, to shed Somber skin& widdershins spin our spines We turn...
Posted by David Rowe on Sun, 18 May 2008 05:58:00 PST |
Poem |
BREAKFAST WITH MARGARET,ST. JOSEPH'S DAY While daughter Rosie's busy zilling & bellyDancing to Willie Nelson & son Edmund'sOver in Biloxi ornamental metal & colorguard drilling,Miss ...
Posted by David Rowe on Sun, 04 May 2008 04:11:00 PST |
poem |
IMPROMPTU CEREMONY TO SPEED MY DAUGHTER BACK HOME
In postdiluvian New Or-le-ans
In lieu of Deucalion's stones/earth's bones
At the base of the golden virgin, Joan
I place a magnolia seed pod,
Its var...
Posted by David Rowe on Tue, 29 Apr 2008 03:05:00 PST |
Praise poem |
WALT WHITMAN IZIBONGO
Walt Whitman! He who supp'd with the queen & then dumpster-dove for
&n...
Posted by David Rowe on Sat, 19 Apr 2008 06:49:00 PST |
Poem |
FOR SIENNA: AN UNZA-UNZA SEND-OFF SONG
Like pairs of lucky old shoes
I chuck these
my words after you,
fare-thee-well jujus
in your journey’s wake.
Don’t neglect to raise up
an I’m...
Posted by David Rowe on Thu, 03 Apr 2008 07:38:00 PST |
Poem re: my old watering hole |
CHEZ COMEAUX ON THE CORNER OF JACKSON
& Rousseau, where the shades
Of Old Hickory & the Sage
Of Geneva shake
Hands:
Everybody’s Uncle Lionel insists
On wearing his wrist
-watch on the ba...
Posted by David Rowe on Mon, 31 Mar 2008 02:00:00 PST |
poem |
FUCKMan-o-man-o-MANAll day you struggle all day longMaybe make yourself a big-ass "ThingsTo Do" list & get it all doneCongratulate yourself every time you passA cantina & don’t go inPick...
Posted by David Rowe on Thu, 20 Mar 2008 07:34:00 PST |
Poem |
HER URBAN GARDENIt’s an occasion fit to be fetedWhen the beat-up Papa Still AlivePick-up truck arrives& she greetsThe bartered-for ½ ton of alluviumReplete with corybantics & accordionWh...
Posted by David Rowe on Thu, 13 Mar 2008 08:33:00 PST |
