Tag Archives: Poetry

NASA Finds Poetry of Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings

Posted on January 9, 2013 by B Gourley

The poetry of Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings of Greenbridge, Essex, England was thought to have been completely lost when the Earth was demolished to make way for an interstellar expressway. However, a scrap was found adrift in space. Scientists believe the sheer awfulness of the poem may have made it impervious to incineration, which is to say that the rays of the Vogon demolition beams refused to land upon the piece. Continue reading →

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Birds in the Pine

Posted on January 8, 2013 by B Gourley

black bird wing beats  an oscillating fan whoosh overhead twisting, the formation alights  high in the pines chirps mingle with pine cone picking imitating the tinkle  of tiny snapping icicles, or miniature wind chimes the flock clears a tree then … Continue reading →

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Chill Comes to Town

Posted on December 21, 2012 by B Gourley

The chill rides on gusts slapping and snapping flags turning cheeks ruddy making ears and noses numb selling winter with gusto

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Autumnal Haiku

Posted on December 7, 2012 by B Gourley

Sitting, eyes shaded Chirping birds tell lies of spring Chill air tells the truth Crunching leaves, I look No undergrowth, trees barren, Ghost squirrels chasing Walking. Time dilates. As crisp leaves drift to the ground Winter can wait

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Drunken Monkey Got No Kung Fu

Posted on December 5, 2012 by B Gourley

[NO ANIMALS WERE INJURED IN THE WRITING OF THIS POEM.] jungle nights, so very scary creepy-crawlies, beasties hairy caws, screeches, and echoed calls no protection of moat or walls just the thinnest nylon tent then, an idea, heaven-sent who can … Continue reading →

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Phnom Penh: City on the Mend

Posted on November 20, 2012 by B Gourley

City arisen from a beat-down by villains and despots Wounds unhealed, but scabbing highrise tinted glass City of two million in ’74 –two thousand in ’78 Lonely omegamen huddled in dark closets, Anne Franks all, listening for the sound of boots, … Continue reading →

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Sleeper Car Dreamscape

Posted on November 11, 2012 by B Gourley

The sleeper car dreamscape is constant sound and motion A thin curtain separates one from the universe of humanity The car sways as steel wheels clack hard over iron rails That’s the backbeat to which one’s subconscious creates One is snatched … Continue reading →

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Autumn Colors

Posted on November 11, 2012 by B Gourley

Autumn colors are
one vibrant last punch before
winter’s silence comes
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Satori

Posted on September 20, 2012 by B Gourley

Plucking a small red apple off the tree She held it aloft, observing its smooth skin A soft breeze fluttered the hem of her dress In that moment, she was awake

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I love what you’ve done with the place

Posted on September 20, 2012 by B Gourley

Carpet of copper needles Columns of hardy pine Your space is impressive Still liquid pool mirrors Azure ceilings arch above You may enter in your shoes, but please obey the house rules.

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