From The Encampment Of Heartstrife, A Sampler Of Poems As An Autobiography
There is another world, but it is inside this one. - Paul Éluard
I think poetry must
I think it must
stay open all night
In beautiful cellars - Thomas Merton
The one eyed
flicks and claps
as he will and is
his lips moving
does a spider make
a darker corner
no sight needed
only sense and silk
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Warren Falcon Poems
Abandoned Train Station Near Grandmother...
for Lida Harris Then died there the rose beside the house of tin.
Ars Poetica Redux
Dying trees fall easily. Poems, too, as they should. Dead wood rots from which One good poem may grow,
Upon Reading Naseer Ahmed Nasir's 'Don'...
'Deserts unnumbered have expanded in me.' - Naseer Ahmed Nasir' A slight sigh moves sand
Brittle Goes the Bone
for Ocean The animal we are reserves just rights
The Case For Love As Storm
for Crimson Love This can only go well.
That Salt Adheres
for Karthik that salt adheres to the palm
Nicht-Gesicht/Not Face by Rainer Maria R...
From the German, translated by Priscilla Washburn Shaw: Face, my face: whose are you; for what things are you face? How can you be face for such insides, whose something is beginning continually rolled together with dissolving? Has the forest a face? Does not the mountain basalt stand facelessly there? Does the sea not raise itself without face, up from the ocean-floor; is not the sky reflected within, without forehead, without mouth, without chin?
Because They Rhyme They Live, Not I
'O Poesy! for thee I grasp my pen That am not yet a glorious denizen Of thy wide heaven; yet, to my ardent prayer, Yield from thy sanctuary some clear air,
For All The Words Dished Up - Two For Em...
1 For all the words dished up, A plate without meat. Maybe, bone.
How It Was I Came To Be What I Am
[from early poems,1970's, youthful attempts at voice] For 'Spider' Bottas
[from early poems,1970's, youthful attempts at voice] Fogs of summer Through the green
Minimalist Death Cyphers, A Meditation I...
. for Mooky, not even two hearts could contain your
After Folly - An Aging Poet Addresses On...
'Now I've broken my ties with the world of red dust; I spend all my time wandering and read all I want. Who will lend a dipper of water to save a fish in a carriage rut? ' - Han Shan, Tang Dynasty, China
Comments about Warren Falcon
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
Even from my front porch
the rusted sewing machine
yearns for golden thread.