At The sPEEd of Sound

From the head of the stairs
"Shhh!" cuts me off:
"They're still sleeping upstairs.
MUST you yell at me
from across the house!"

Forgot again. Hard not to:
I use my voice
in the alien morning
as a dog uses piss:
To lay claim to spaces.

Dean Blehert
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Time for Breakslow?

Nights I'm fast
asleep,
mornings slow
awake.

[Note: Reminds me of a recent joke of mine, defining languorous sex as "a slow poke."]

Dean Blehert
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Trying to Fit In (With a Bad Crowd?)

Rust and tarnish:
metal trying to be
less standoffish.

Dean Blehertdean@blehert.com, dblehert@verizon.net
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AFTERTASTE OF ARGUMENT

Arguing--PFEH!
Not the disagreement,
but being left in such solid agreement
with what someone else disagrees with.

[Note: "Pfeh" or "feh"--I think it's a Yiddish form of "ugh." Sometimes after an argument, I'm left wondering, do I really need to have opinions?]

Dean Blehert
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dblehert@verizon.net
Blogs:http://deanotations.blogspot.com (short poems)
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A PUNISHING FEAT

Black Belts pulling
their savage kicks:
No mean feet.

[Note: Some of you may not know that in most Karate practice and in tournaments, the fighters are supposed to "pull" their kicks and punches. The judges award points when a punch WOULD have caused damage if it had not been pulled (stopped just before impact). I've heard that at higher levels there are matches with real punches landed. And sometimes in regular matches someone walks into one.]


Dean Blehert
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dblehert@verizon.net
Blogs:http://deanotations.blogspot.com (short poems)
http://dearreader08.blogspot.com (essays and longer poems)
WWW.BLEHERT.COM

SUNRISE AFTER RAIN

Under cover of darkness
the rain smuggled in
billions of beads of light.
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Yesterday's poem (the emailed one, not the blog) had a typo: I wrote "old" where I should have written "hold". Here is that poem, corrected:

Most birds flap their wings
to stay aloft, but the spirit bird
flutters frantically to hold itself
near the earth. If you shoot one,
it falls into the sky.

[Note: But there SHOULD be a verb "to old"--as in, "the child slops about in Daddy's shoes, trying to old himself." Or "To have and to old." Has a different feeling from "to age."]

Dean Blehert
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dblehert@verizon.net
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The Spirit Bird

Most birds flap their wings
to stay aloft, but the spirit bird
flutters frantically to hold itself
near the earth. If you shoot one,
it falls into the sky.

[Note: Perhaps that's why the ones who try to destroy themselves call it "shooting up."]

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