Visitation

Hear

Footsteps in the hall

See

The patch of drifting light

Feel

A gentle touch on my arm

Think

Is it you?

Slow Fade

Once I floated from a field of clover
and saw myself for what I was
now the ground looms closer and closer

Bicyclist's Junk in Spandex

each kiss with a name to call it, a shame.

Changing Metered Times

You say you want to replace us--
break us down, cut off our heads.
You say you just don't need us insert coin in slot

Stumbling Man

hands on the hard earth

try to break the fall, but fail

life is a stumble

Lonely Visitor

On the edge of things
I’ll never know
how to swim on the surface
of your skin
or why the water ripples
in checkerboard across your chest

Tanka

Tonight the Thames carves a translucent jade bowl ..... read more

Blogsboro Poetry Club Back Fights Back

Someone flagged Blogsboro Poetry Club as a potential splog (spam blog) causing Google's robots to take down the site and send me an e-mail asking that I prove Blogsboro's poets to be real people. All's well that ends well as we are now back on line.

I guess Google's robots simply don't care for poetry so I wrote them a poem:

Ode To Blogger.com

You sold out to Google and what did you get?
Oodles of money but little respect.
The spammers, they hound you--
the bloggers do too--
your biggest attraction-- a poorly kept zoo
filled with spammers and con men and political nubs
as the stench of their leavings
you tote out in tubs.
And as Google's stock tumbles
you have no regrets--
that is, 'till the time comes
to call in your bets.

Your RSS signals-- they cover the land
plucked while still green
by scrapers' quick hands
who steal all our content
to use as their own,
broadcast the world over...

'til what's good is all gone.

Billy Jones is the founder of Blogsboro Poetry Club and shares his poetry at BloggingPoet.com

Blur

Stickers, Locals Only Nightclub, originally uploaded by DRheins.

the night was a blur / hot and fast, full of music / low lights and high times

Pause on the highway

stuck behind the hearse

i am sorry for their loss

but I am so late

Goodbye

Sweet cedar scent drawn out by the wet uplifting and fresh can't help me forget...

Haiku

A tiny spider ..... read more

Elvis Lives Indiana

Detail, BenWah's Garage, originally uploaded by DRheins.

Corn country garage / Elvis lives Indiana / smoking room only

Bide

Play your green-grass guitar
Throw your gold medals in the water
Buy a bouquet of yellow roses
hung round your neck like a heavy halo
and you can skate on shoes made of glass
I can only stand with my roots
making cracks across the grass

I'd Like to Hold You Once

Would that my

branches could

Find you in air, in-

hibit yor career.

Flight plan

Out over the patient ocean,

waiting for every pilot

is the circle

that maps his point of no return,

beyond which

the fuel that trembles in the tanks

will only carry him ......

where ?

TRANSMISSION FLUSH

The sign read like a beacon, above his head. Lying there like a victim of a hold-up gone wrong. Wiped out and bleeding, screaming “Play another song!” I knew this night would end in a fuss He stumbled out... *read more*

Odd Day

took dump at courthouse

and left

Odd Day [the Mp3]

Street Art, Broad Ripple Village

Street Art, Broad Ripple Village, originally uploaded by DRheins. I pause to admire / street art in the alley way / Broad Ripple is hip!