Poems

Apr 302013
 

At the end of National Poetry Month, here is a list of the poems I published this month. I call this virtual chapbook “A Month of Somedays.”

These poems received the most Facebook Likes are:

Thank you for reading, for “liking,” rating, and commenting. peace, mjh

In 2011, I published my first virtual chapbook:

Themes (larger size indicates more poems):
age, dogs, misc, poetica, poets, unbooked

 Posted by at 4:47 pm on Tue 04/30/13
Apr 292013
 

Miguel Seco walked into Café Cervantes
and slapped a fat coin on the mahogany bar.
Staring each patron in the eye, he announced,
“This gold goes to the one whose poem pleases me most.”
A hush fell as we all looked around.

A young woman rose.
She told of bitter-sweet adolescent love lost.
With kindness in his eyes,
Miguel shook his head.

The newcomer confidently quoted a trite ditty.
He beat hasty retreat
as if Miguel’s look could kill.

The town fool belched a limerick that won only a wan smile.

After some silence,
an old man stood straight and
spoke of youth as a gift
unappreciated until gone forever.
We stared into our cups, some sobbing.

Tossing the coin to the old man,
Miguel said, “Otre vez, por favor. Otre vez, Señor.”

———–

[Café Cervantes is on the plaza in Poetica. It's always open mike and most hours are happy.]

 Posted by at 7:47 pm on Mon 04/29/13
Apr 282013
 

Last night
the moon was a lantern
held aloft by Orion
on his stately, ancient walk
across the sky.

In the glow to that lantern
this place was the Garden.

If I were Adam
you would be my Lilith and
I’d have no Eve.
We would stay content
knowing none would follow.

11-06-1998 – Herb Martyr CG, Chiricauhuas, AZ

 Posted by at 12:47 am on Sun 04/28/13
Apr 272013
 

My oldest poems swing between love and loss. I’ll spare you the bulk of early efforts, but these three still appeal to me. mjh

I’ve cried and I’ve laughed
I’ve loved and I’ve lost
and yearned for companionship,
whatever the cost.
And through all the learning
and loving and living,
I’ve wanted to balance
the taking and giving.

Fall 1977
– – – – –

October Fourth

I need to hold a pen all night.
I need to hold a lover.
I need to hold a friend all night.
I need to hold some other
some other one to comfort me
to cuddle and embrace
someone to be here next to me
and fill this empty space.

10/4/1977
– – – – –

Your scent has left my skin
following your warmth.
Your taste has left my tongue,
now dry in my mouth.
You’ve gone
and taken the things one can’t
leave behind for long.
Gone from my senses,
you remain in my thoughts,
my thoughts that tumble over each other
in search of ink
only to dry in my mind
before they reach the page.

05-25-1977

 Posted by at 12:47 am on Sat 04/27/13
Apr 262013
 

Like a monk rising before dawn,
I am unalarmed as claws clatter in the hall.
He stands by the bed
to call me to service.

I perform my ritual,
bowing my head over his bowl,
murmuring my prayer: “good boy.”

If you are troubled,
rise quietly before dawn.
A world growing brighter
will lift your heart. mjh

11-20-07

 Posted by at 12:47 am on Fri 04/26/13
Apr 252013
 

High in the mountains,
I wish I could
absorb the cold clear air,
soak up some snowmelt,
capture the rush of the wind
and the sudden quiet in the pause.
I wish I could
take all of this in
and carry it home
to the desert.

I’d invite over friends
and breathe out a cool wet breath
drop ice in their drinks
and let them put their heads
to my heart to hear
the thunder of waterfalls.
And each in turn would look into my eyes
at the light from the top of the world.
Cool, they would say,
Que cool. mjh

06-10-03 in Colorado, of course

 Posted by at 12:47 am on Thu 04/25/13
Apr 242013
 

It’s strange
to rise from sleep
and feel that heaviness
as if returning to earth
after weeks in space
or is sleep
a graver world
pulling us down
as we struggle back toward light.

06-24-1995 [same time as MERRI!]

 Posted by at 12:47 am on Wed 04/24/13