Category Archives: Poems

A Good End-of-November Poem

“The Thrush” by Edward Thomas When Winter’s ahead, What can you read in November That you read in April When Winter’s dead? I hear the thrush, and I see Him alone at the end of the lane Near the bare … Continue reading

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A Sonnet! from Senator Al Franken

In Minnesota these 6 years, I have watched Al Franken become a genuine US Senator. Now he’s up for re-election and guess what we Franken supporters got in our Inboxes today? A good old-fashioned sonnet! It’s actually a request for … Continue reading

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“Ode to Browsing the Web” by Marcus Wicker

“Ode to the Browsing the Web” by Marcus Wicker Two spiky-haired Russian cats hit kick flips on a vert ramp. The camera pans to another pocket of the room where six kids rocking holey T-shirts etch aerosol lines on warehouse … Continue reading

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Something to Aspire To

“Sonnet 2:  Not That I Always Struck the Proper Mean”       by Alan Seeger   Not that I always struck the proper mean  Of what mankind must give for what they gain,  But, when I think of those whom dull … Continue reading

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A Happy Poem on a Stormy Day

Here’s a love poem that I could have written when I adopted my cats in 1997. “The Orange” by Wendy Cope At lunchtime I bought a huge orange– The size of it made us all laugh. I peeled it and … Continue reading

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A Springtime (?) Poem

Today was only about our third warm day in Minnesota for the season, so I took advantage of it by doing some spring cleaning out in the garden. Mostly I raked out old leaves that blew in last fall and … Continue reading

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An Old Poem

“Western Wind” (a fragment of medieval English poetry) Western wind, when wilt thou blow, The small rain down can rain? Christ, if my love were in my arms, And I in my bed again!  

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