the billionaire buffoon, or noblesse oblige?

Trump is on the stump,
his head hewn from the same stuff.
A true troglodyte.

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2015

haikai no renga – who owns the White House pray tell

it’s his house  he says.
I thought it’s the people’s house.
the hubris of power.
recall, sir, you but sojourn
at the people’s sufferance

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2015

A Remembrance of Time Past

How much it pleased me to hear you
say you read poetry in bed!
That’s when you became my muse, love.
So now I ask:  When you read poems in bed
do you think how the paper in your hands
is the pallid face of your poet,
now a captive of your beauty and your charm?
that every word is a kiss?
that each “o” is an eye living only –
my beloved – to see your perfect smile?
When sotto voce you form the words,
do you sense the melody of my love
rising… rising, oh dearest lovely one,
throughout your glorious alcove?
Do you hear my song of hope bubbling?
the shout of impassioned calmness
that you create in me, my love?
While you recite the verses louder
so as to better savor their sweetness,
can you feel the phrases’ little fingers
that touch you so whimsically?
or sense the ink’s scent of wine?
the quavering of commas, those
little tongues that always tarry?
Once the rhymes have moved you,
do you then toy with their now spent senses?
Do you sleep with the pages on your breast?
How happy am I still to hear
you share your bed with my ballads!
And how envious, love, am I
of those verses blessed with such good fortune!

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2015

the comb-over or the trumped-up boot-strapper or welcome, boss, to cloudcuckooland!

he’d have us believe
he’s a self-made man – he is
with his dad’s money

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2015

stormy night

spry lightning bolts waltz
through the livid western sky
– feel the wind’s envy –
yet I dream of your dark eyes
gleaming in ten thousand stars

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2015

[both memory and desire]

warm sunlight wakes us
stark naked yet cloaked in love
headier than wine

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2015

nearing the summer solstice

cheek by jowl sun clouds
through damp air hurtle birds  bees
skyward blossoms soar

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2015