RUMINATION
Alarmism has turned off my alarm. The rooster crows as I walk with my dog around the farm. Now I sleep. A world inside a world is safe from harm. Among tall trees, a lush, fantastic, garden, Three...
View ArticleWHY LOVE IS JEALOUS
Women are wise to hate men’s jealousy; The jealous man loves the woman Through a standard of beauty loved by men. A man wouldn’t mind if a woman loved him this way. If she loved him through a female...
View ArticleWE NEVER SEE THE SUN
We never see the sun. We only see the sunbeam. We get but a glimpse of the true, romantic dream. The wisdom of Socrates and the old Romantics The Moderns never get. Tears of—laughter—made Byron’s face...
View ArticleHOW CAN THERE BE
How can there be a sexy face? Sex is something done in private. But here is sex in every place. Let’s cover the face, As we cover the other parts Which render and distract so many hearts. God help me,...
View ArticleI WENT DOWN
I went down to poetry, with quiet thought, Finding, but not finding, what I sought: Ambiguous cigarette, ambiguous kiss! Is it possible poetry can give me this? What do words mean? What do words mean...
View ArticleIF YOU HAD A BODY LIKE THAT
Two gloves, a left and a right. Only the fool doesn’t get it right. God is peace. Then a note from Mozart, and a little bit more. Following the concert, we run home to bed. No ambiguity and nothing to...
View ArticleLOVE WILL NOT GET YOU LOVE
Love will not get you love. Loving will not make you loved. Have you loved one who did not love you? Why did you think that would do? She loved a pile of pennies more than you. She was the one who...
View ArticleTHANK GOD I’M SAFE
Thank God I’m safe. Free of lamentation— Now that I see She’s not the one for me. Oh God, had she been, I would have had to cross the sea, and I cannot swim. I’m safe now. Love would have meant An...
View ArticleI HOPE IT STAYS THIS WAY
“what I had before” —old blues song Yesterday, when reading the news I suddenly realized only conservatives can sing the blues. Look at my hand! My hand was praised once by my love. I heard that...
View ArticleINDIAN POETRY NOVEMBER
Welcome to the November 2018 Scarriet Indian poetry in English. It is advantageous when a poet knows what they want to do. Knowing what you want to do is the play you’re putting on. I vastly prefer...
View ArticlePOETRY LIVES
We’re all poets, but poetry is the worst part Of ourselves: mawkish, declarative, the inner coming out like a fart. Disgustingly clever, airy, vain, Presuming to change the world, insane. We’re all...
View ArticleA WHOLE LIFE
Think of life: millions of hours, and yet you stay the same! For years you meditate, try to love, yet always, who do you blame? Yourself. But I love you, introvert misanthrope!—you made me see That I,...
View ArticleTHE WORST POETS ARE THE POETS
The worst poets are the poets. Here they come. Looking for money. James Oswald III has some. Workshop your poems with a mountain view. Oswald’s retreat. Make it new. Do you want to buy my book? Look...
View ArticleI KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVED
I was not the top of a thick tree. She built her nest low, but she nested in me. I know how much I loved. I know it wasn’t me. I was only the lyre. Not the melody. I was not the wind, which came...
View ArticleHEARSAY
“Someone is speaking but she doesn’t know he’s there.” —Here, There, and Everywhere, The Beatles The great Renaissance genius Leonardo da Vinci said truth is what we see with our own two eyes. The...
View ArticleSHE DIDN’T SAY A WORD TO ME
One day my lover. The next day she didn’t say a word to me. A coward? That’s okay. That’s what we want. To be free. To be silent, if we want, when someone says “Hey! Answer me!” The best relationship...
View ArticleWOMEN WANT TO CONTROL MEN
Women want to control men And men receive this benefit again and again. As mother pleased the boy The goddess Kali wraps the man in joy. The man loves the female form and face Solely, and wants its...
View ArticleTHE POET DOESN’T HAVE TO DO ANYTHING
I am beautiful, I don’t need to sing. I don’t need to practice notes, harmonies, or words. I am beautiful. I exist, like the birds. I am beautiful. I never listen to the owner of the store. Owners...
View ArticleGRADUALLY WE HATE WHAT WE LOVED
Gradually we hate what we loved Since love cannot be loved alone. Every land that stretches out next to love Is dry; nothing but dry stone. All that sleeps and wakes next to love Is not love. You...
View ArticleMY DEAREST FRIEND
Don’t believe it until you see it, and yet You won’t believe it if you disagree with it, I bet. Even the whole video depends on who sees it. The world does not belong to what or why, but who. It...
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