“Catalogues” Catalogues online are very Hard because out-of-stock items Disappear forever. Excuse Me, I was trying to find that Shirt in my size, now it’s gone for Eternity. Eons upon Eons I must live without that Shirt—age of frustrated shopping. “Form and Function” Form and function in a poem serve As a guide and game … Continue reading Catlogues, Form and Fuction, Birds on a Telephone Wire
Tommy Poetry
By Thomas Page 8X8s (eight lines of free versed octameter) “The First Snow of Winter” It always comes as a surprise Whenever it snows for the First time in winter. Hold out your Hand to see indistinct snowflakes Dissolve on the surface of your Gloves. The outside world blanketed In flawless white with sideways … Continue reading Tommy Poetry
Tommy Cinquains 1-3
Cinquains (1/2/3/4/ 1 stresses) A fish Slowly swims in A pond of clear water Hidden by a forest unknown To us Penguins- Antarctic birds- Are associated with Dance for some reason. Well, dance, birds, Dance now An elf Working during The Christmas Season will Look at an advent calendar— Countdown
Tommy Haiku #131-135
By Thomas Page Grief blooms like wild Flowers; their petals slowly Fall onto living earth. Rawls says a mighty Tower must be built upon Reinforced steel beams. The dawn has many Names—Aurora, eos, day Break; different each day. Feel the brown leaf in Your hand, hear how it crackles, See how it lays there. The … Continue reading Tommy Haiku #131-135
Tommy Haiku #126-130
By Thomas Page What is the color Of justice? Is it judge’s Black or angel white? The pragmatist must Wonder if a sword is only Sharp piercing a heart. The pragmatist’s thoughts Are like dull skipping stones With a pow’r to blind. November must be Latin for “stressful” ‘cause it’s Thirty days of “aaahh!” I … Continue reading Tommy Haiku #126-130
Tommy Haiku #121-125
By Thomas Page A regent’s cape dyed In the kings of the sea’s soma. A crown is manmade. Omnibus—For us All. You must pay a fare for The general will’s use. A new snowflake is Its own unique universe Of shapes and slant lines. Trace your finger ‘long The sand. A wave washes it … Continue reading Tommy Haiku #121-125
Tommy Haiku #111-115
By Thomas Page What kind of bird would I become if I were in Ovid’s tale? Cuckoo? What are the roles of Myth? How many more times does It take to not err or fail? Dionysia, Steeped in wine and tragedy, Revel in comedies. Students read of trials Herakles or Hercules Wrapped in giv’n cloaks. … Continue reading Tommy Haiku #111-115
Tommy Haiku 108-110
By Thomas Page Hawthorne glances at A glen, asking whether it A devil’s office. Milton and Hawthorne Seem to agree that sin is Born of a cold head. Are poems that are lost Really gone? Passing zephyr On a sunny day.
“Sleepiness”
By Thomas Page It is the point in the semester I Lie down a lot because I am tired. Wired to finish my assignments by My own furious fate to get good grades Wades down my other activities, much Brunch-like pleasantries afforded to those Chosen few who don’t have something due now. How can I … Continue reading “Sleepiness”
“We Report to You Now” Or A Golden Shovel of Stephen Crane’s The Open Boat”
By Thomas Page “None of them knew the color of the sky” —Stephen Crane How can one report on tragedy? None Of the academics can offer explanation of The role of journalism in tragedy. Am I an outsider to them, Getting the facts straight as they sort out them Who are no longer with us? … Continue reading “We Report to You Now” Or A Golden Shovel of Stephen Crane’s The Open Boat”
Academy of the Heart And Mind 