Tag Archives: Poetry

A Romanian sentence

Posted on September 7, 2021 by James Steerforth

Electronic dog that barks when someone walks by –in a white Sprinter van with Bucureşti license platesparked along the shore of Lago Maggiore. – James Steerforth (© 2021) Based on true events. Has the form of an American sentence but … Continue reading →

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The WTF poem

Posted on March 6, 2018 by James Steerforth

“WTF – I wonder how that is pronounced…” “Not that easy to say, it being Proto-Srpko-Pannonian. Not at all what you would guess from the spelling. Probably sounded like hwiss, the final f generally being mute for all we know.” … Continue reading →

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De profundis

Posted on April 17, 2015 by James Steerforth

I always have moments of insight of enormous profundity, and they frequently occur in very ordinary places, like a supermarket, doctor’s office, parking lot. Yes, particularly in parking lots. – James Steerforth (© 2015) It’s National Poetry Month, and today’s … Continue reading →

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Fair Emily speaks her mind

Posted on September 25, 2013 by James Steerforth

Oh Emily, I’d love to be Down by the sea with you Having tea with you – John Cale, Emily “I must admit I am a little confused, Edward.” “Confused?” “Yes. In your previous correspondence you called me your earthy … Continue reading →

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Dear sensible reader,

Posted on August 10, 2013 by James Steerforth

have you come across poetry that is gratuitous and show-offy? That is camouflaging, experimental to a kind of insane degree? The difficulty of which really ignores the possibility of having a sensible reader? I have. Or have I? I’ve quite … Continue reading →

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Mirror to the sky

Posted on October 14, 2008 by James Steerforth

For A., once again They were carrying her newly purchased full-length mirror between them. “I can see you,” he exclaimed, “and I can see myself, the sky and that electric wire!” She smiled shyly. He could see it in her … Continue reading →

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Changes

Posted on March 4, 2008 by James Steerforth

Grandpa said Here’s some change go buy yourself some chocolate Grandma said as usual Oh my you’ve changed so much! Again! I took all of these changes in stride like a champ Grandma’s trembling wet kiss however inevitable after the … Continue reading →

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Take a Message to Mary

Posted on February 28, 2008 by James Steerforth

Posted in response to Totally Optional Prompts‘ request for poems inspired by the ‘Send a Message’ prompt. When I read the prompt, I immediately thought of this song in the version I know – by Bob Dylan. It is on … Continue reading →

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Flickering lights of questioning turn beside the river

Posted on February 15, 2008 by James Steerforth

Water Roses (2008) by Johannes Beilharz Pixels on screen I’m in a mood to resent the flickering poetic lights strewn across the water, and any questioning I might have a turn with is dulled at this moment, lulled by undulation … Continue reading →

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Poets who blog

Posted on January 27, 2008 by James Steerforth

Here’s a link to Poets Who Blog, a site that “supports all poets who blog. To spill your soul in words and verses is to live a life beyond mere breaths.”

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Christian Morgenstern: The guinea fowl

Posted on January 25, 2008 by James Steerforth

The guinea fowl The guinea fowl counts: one, two, three, four … Pray what is all that counting for, Out there among the deep dark pine trees? The bird, driven by knowledge’s itch, And doing so without a glitch, Is … Continue reading →

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Happy poem no. 3

Posted on January 6, 2008 by James Steerforth

This one’s seen happiness beyond bliss It squints in happiness like someone exposed to too much bright sun coming in at an awkward winter angle What’s left after so much bliss? – James Steerforth (© 2008) Autobiographical note Written not … Continue reading →

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Happy poem no. 2

Posted on December 1, 2007 by James Steerforth

It’s wearing a big wide grin (and nothing else but a scratched Swatch wristwatch) Omigod what big spade-like teeth, but white and healthy from regular brushing and flossing What big round blue eyes that smile at you, whoever you are … Continue reading →

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Happy poem

Posted on November 3, 2007 by James Steerforth

Look at it – it’s happy on its cerulean blue plastic stool. Wouldn’t you with a bright chromium yellow bill like that? And ocher webbed feet comfortably sheathed in extra wide carmine rubber sandals? – James Steerforth (© 2007) Note … Continue reading →

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Ode in D blue

Posted on August 30, 2007 by James Steerforth

This toneless ode might be imagined And might take on contour slowly Like a blue being stepping out of the mists And as the mists dissipate you might glimpse some waves of the ocean Blue came from. You might hear … Continue reading →

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