By John Kaufman I polled myself-- a single throng-- With two choices--right or wrong? When wrong was loud and right was soft, Wrong was the one I held aloft. . . But then I saw it wasn't right-- The crowd went quiet; the voice was mine.
If Rudy* is a “hand grenade”*Why did Bolton* send his aideTo disarm the whole charadeWhile Bolton lounges in the shade? Well, that is how his wars are made:From the safety of Bolton's brain. Note: *Rudy Giuliani, former mayor of NYC serving as President Trump's personal attorney and covert diplomat in Ukraine. *John Bolton was the … Continue reading John Bolton’s Wars (a poem)
Within the White House the forecast is "Stormy." But the president swears that NOTHING porny Ever happened with that woman hushed With money that had NOTHING to do with slush. Lawyers pay off porn stars all the time Right before elections . . . with their own dime Without the knowledge of the one was … Continue reading Couplets: “It Was a Dark and STORMY Day”
By Rumple Oxbridge, liberal lyricist I'll say this much for Twitter: It's Tr------p's Achilles' Heel. Eventually he'll tweet something so far beyond the pale, almost every Republican will admit the news is real. They will stand before a mic to boldly, angrily reveal--- "Hillary hacked the president with a scandalous e-mail!" For evidence they will … Continue reading Rumple Oxbridge: “Twitter Totter”
[JK: An augury is an omen and this is a political poem because . . . today is Blake's birthday and the poem details connections, relationships ecological and human we too often, especially in the halls of power, fail to acknowledge. The first four lines are famous but we often neglect the rest of this … Continue reading William Blake: “Auguries of Innocence”
A poet in a bad mood can ruin a reputation, as T.S. Eliot did for April when he called it "the cruellest month", adding an extra letter l for emphasis. I prefer what Robert Frost had to say about April in is his poem "Two Tramps in Mud Time." Mud time is what rural people … Continue reading April: Poetry & Mud
The Poem to End All Cruelty For many years she wanted to write a poem To end all cruelty. But always she failed to start Or finish because she thought: Who am I To try to change what many holy people Failed to do? And how could one poem Accomplish what entire books Said to … Continue reading “The Poem to End All Cruelty”
A Banished Sound by John Kaufman Banishment has this benefit: Art becomes your argument. You're free To dabble in the resistance of language, Rebel in babble, decorate the walls With something human that will last or have To be furiously, futilely erased. Exhausting to elaborate the facts, Explain thisness of this, thatness of that … Continue reading “A Banished Sound”
There Is by John Kaufman There is injustice . . . There is tragedy . . . And there is a woman utterly frank laughing as she unbuttons her blouse. And there is an ocean far to the west where whales and sea otters dine lying down.
(This poem of mine first appeared in the last issue of Verse Wisconsin, Issue 113, in April 2014.) What We Must Preserve by John Kaufman To hear each other, what we must preserve is the dignity of trees, obstinacy of rock, the patient way a book occupies space, its voice less than … Continue reading “What We Must Preserve”
Welcome to American Life in Poetry. For information on permissions and usage, or to download a PDF version of the column, visit http://www.americanlifeinpoetry.org. ****************************** American Life in Poetry: Column 498 BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Here’s a lovely poem for this lovely month, by Robert Haight, who lives in Michigan. Early … Continue reading American Life in Poetry Column 498 by Ted Kooser