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April Breeze

Posted: September 17, 2016 in Poems
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April Breeze

By Norton Nearly – from Shiny Spaceships

I am sitting under a sour cherry tree
 in an equally sour mood
 when the lilac bush offers a sweet hug of encouragement
 but I wave off the sickening proposition in apathy.

 From nowhere, a powerful gust chases sweet and sour alike
 as if some therapeutic pterodactyl flapped his wings on the other side of the world.

Meanwhile, the birds chirp about the approaching rain
 the cat licks her hind paw because she can
 and my mood lightens unexplainably as the cleansing drops begin to fall.

And I thought dinosaurs were extinct.
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Ending War

Posted: August 20, 2016 in free verse, Poems, poetry

Ending War

By Norton Nearly

from Shiny Spaceships stuck on dead-end dirt roads, available on Amazon.com

she’s right and she’s wrong
and I’m right and I’m wrong
and it’s never about right and wrong
nor even truth
it’s about perspective
and positioning
and posturing
if we could wake up on the other side of the bed
right and wrong would fade away
in marriage
and in politics
and yes also in war

(from the book, “Shiny Spaceships stuck on dead-end dirt roads, available on Amazon)

When the local fire siren wailed
us kids knew it was time to go home
now it means
some poor bastard is losing all he owns

Once the weeds were pulled and sidewalk swept
I could hike in the woods for hours
Now there are so many weeds that sidewalks never get swept
and my kid can’t walk down her own street alone

Mom stayed home all day, cleaned and cooked
Dad worked until it was time for a few Manhattans
kids never sat on the living room furniture
and we knew how to shut the hell up and listen

Now everyone works and everyone cooks
and everyone needs a few Manhattans
the living room furniture is worn thin
and nobody shuts up enough to hear anything at all

Old Friend #2

Posted: December 15, 2015 in Humor, Poems

that old chair is a treasured spot

a dear friend who judges me not

he is all broken down and old

tired of the stories I have told

time and again I show him my ass

patiently he waits even when I pass

but any time I need some rest

he’s the one who nurtures me best

cause only that chair waits and conforms

nothing else

waits

and conforms

 

Pocket Lint

Posted: March 30, 2015 in free verse, Poems, poetry
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Pocket Lint

From the book, Stained White Shirt

Pockets of hope wake me
on occasion
though I sleep soundly most of the time

I love to stuff my hands into those pockets
fondle the lint
seek other hands in there to hold

She had but one front tooth
used it to smile cautiously
and beautifully

She dressed far too young for her age
per someone’s standards
but her timid conversation invited me deep into her pockets

a passing moment
as is all hope

HATE

Posted: March 7, 2015 in Poems
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Hate

by Norton Nearly
from the book, Stained White Shirt, contact nortonnearly@hotmail.com for info on purchasing a copy

hate boils
like broth in a covered pot
spills over
messes the stove
burns the cook

Pedigree

Posted: February 28, 2015 in Poems
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Pedigree

by Norton Nearly
from the book Stained White Shirt
contact at nortonnearly@hotmail.com for info on purchasing a copy

She grew from a
fine Burgundy vine
He poured from a
cheap cask of Port

Arabica
meets Robusta

Fine Teuscher chocolate
paired with a foil wrapped kiss

She was rare and wanted
like a French forest truffle
He was common and accepted
like a back yard spore

oak barrel whiskey
plastic jug hootch

a hand-rolled Cuban
a machine made cig

She matured like a
cave-aged Roquefort
he grew old like a
plastic wrapped slice

caviar
and clams

Russian Imperial stout
with domestic lager

Together they consumed all
fine and fair
couldn’t see labels
as for classes didn’t care
They simply enjoyed the bounty
of life
lived and loved
as man and wife

It’s love that decides
who compliments who
and finding truth in love
is the best you can do

or so he dreamed
looking at her a mansion on the hill
as he drove on past
in his imaginary Coupe de Ville