Thursday, February 13, 2014

(Google Image)
 
SATURDAY NIGHT DANCE
 
widows kiss
parking lot attendant--
maybe tonight. . .
 
Julliard-degreed
she does the two-step
with aplomb
 
out-of-state Reserves
sample local scene
moon chaperone
 
bold redneck
teaching dance instructor
a new step
 
popular band lures
woodsmen to town--
hounds in pickup
 
old men sit and smoke
dream of other nights
jitterbug
 
lonely in a crowd--
lovers cling
to saxophone wail
 
frogs croak louder
band sounds fainter--
going home early
~~
 
PL, from windfall persimmons, 1995, lovepat press
 


Thursday, February 6, 2014

In memory of Dr. Howard Nobles, poet, baseball fan, friend

Public domain baseball image from Google
 
Here are several pieces from the late Howard Nobles' (Benton AR) 2004 book, Poems From A Baseball Fan (Publish America/ Baltimore). He died December 5, 2013 at age 71. He was a long-time member of the Poets' Roundtable of Arkansas, serving a term as president, and active in the Saline County branch of PRA, serving as vice-president and president. He loved to make fun of politics and politicians as his limericks often showed. He also loved baseball.
 
 
NOW PLAYING WHERE?
 
Williams was with Boston.
Mantle was a Yank.
I once knew
   who was who.
But today?
I must be frank.
I don't know
   who is who,
Or what team
   they're on.
About the time
   I think I know
Is the time that
   they are gone.
I do not really know
   who is really who
For one day they're wearing red,
   the next they're in the blue.
I liked it better when,
   and, again, I must be frank,
I knew who was a Dodger,
   a Tiger or a Yank.
[page 17]
~~
BASEBALL LIMERICKS
 
There once was a lad from St. Paul
Who could really whack a baseball.
     He hit one with such force
     That it killed a large horse
After crashing through a brick wall.
 
An error-prone shortstop named Neft
Admitted that he was not deft.
   "I miss balls day and night
   That are hit to my right.
I also miss balls to my left."
[p.84]
 
God rest Howard's soul and may his memory live forever. PL
~~

Thursday, January 30, 2014

One-twelfth of the new year gone already

sweeping the rug
one long cat whisker
and then another
~~

before tonight's freeze
plucking four inch-high buds
of daffodils
~~

graveside service
momentarily halted
two geese fly over
~~

TANKA

5 degrees outside
55 inside, with ice
on the thin windows
   layered and lap-robed
   I watch birds out in the sun
~~

blackbirds in the yard
pecking among the crisp leaves
robins on the roof
~~

cat wiggling
through the barely-open door--
below freezing
~~

c 2014, PL lovepat press

Thursday, January 23, 2014

soughing of the wind

hard rain
on the chimney cap--
the wind chime
~~

windstorm
rattling this old house--
my shallow breaths
~~

soughing of the wind
silenced . . . the rising roar
of the plane's passing
~~

up and down,
cats in, cats out--
I bang my heel
~~

no ice cream--
I try meditating
on haiku
[after Santoka Taneda, from Haiku Mind, by P. Donegan]

~~~~~~
c 2014, lovepat press, PL

Thursday, January 16, 2014

unheated attic --
window lace frosted inside,
     icicle bars outdoors
--Dorothy McLaughlin, from
Connecting Our Houses, 1997
~~

mid-January
receiving the November-
December issue
~~

trapped
inside
her Ford Escape
~~

the clap of thunder--
a flock of starlings
where the robins were
~~

in a swollen river
a freighter and a pickup
which doesn't belong?
~~

winter sky
on the end of the high branch
a clump of leaves
~~

c 2014, lovepat press

Thursday, January 9, 2014

New Year's goals, resolutions. . . (breaking)

FOLLY

Most new year's resolutions fade,
for we will trade
most anything
keep a-wing
of long-held habits--dark, entrenched--
although to quench
them, we apply
the old standby:
our annual resolutions ploy--
a mere decoy.
We'll never change,
just rearrange.

from variations, 1994, PL
~~

in the silence
hearing resolutions
breaking

from New Year's Project, 2006, PL
~~

a five-year plan
that changed
every day

from  the late  Dion O'Donnol's
day to day:a haiku year, 2002
~~

Thursday, January 2, 2014

A GOOD NEW YEAR TO YOU

mailboxes
barely clear of holiday cards--
IRS greetings
~~

New Year's week
pink top of hyacinth
emerges from the leaves
~~

lighting a candle--
kitchen match burns on and on
into blackness
~~

child at the window
the sun's strange effect
on icicles
~~

the cardinal
among the gray birds
on the snow
~~

trip from Florida
his Honda hits an ice patch
goodbye, car
~~
c lovepat press 2014