Entries Tagged 'Poetry' ↓
May 18th, 2015 — Art, Chuck Luden, Poetry
Larry The Z’s Mandolin
Still Evokes A Memory
Saw BZ on bass at the Sunbird Lounge last night
Remember you on mandolin at the J&M years ago
So many nights between those events
Nations have born and died
But the power chord and
Slippery mojo workout remain
March 3, 2000
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Note: Larry the Z is Larry Zierath
BZ is Butch Zierath
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The above poem is a sequel to one in my first book Virgin Death published in 1977.
The poem is:
Larry The Z’s Mandolin Evokes A Memory
Your mandolin rings my ears
Like an old Gypsy dancer, once.
She came up and pinched me
Since we spoke not so much.
I remember her nervous hand
Which she probably didn’t want.
May 6th, 2015 — Art, Chuck Luden, Poetry, Sioux Falls
I don’t like selling naming rights for public places.
I don’t like changing street names or other place names.
I like strip joints and rock n roll in general.
For specifics call me.
Charles Luden • 2-20-15
May 2nd, 2015 — Art, Chuck Luden, Poetry
A Bang Bang Morning Missive
I know you want to do the humpty dance, but can you?
If you ain’t strutting your stuff, what are you doing?
Last night did you go flyin’ without leaving the airport?
Now it’s morning and peaches are the breakfast fruit.
How did the rags get in the garbage without being used?
How did you polish that thing off standing alone by the window?
What did you mean when you said it’s not Christmas and it’s not cold?
Does that matter today if there’s no convertible waiting?
How old are you if you don’t remember the beast in the wagon?
Who are you?
Charles Luden • 3-14-15 • at Black Sheep
March 29th, 2015 — Art, Chuck Luden, Poetry
Early Morning Report
I just got a spam message from Dorothy Boom.
To avoid a real boom I deleted it unread like maybe blue.
Yep, it’s gone down some dark drain on my screen’s left.
Will never know Dorothy’s real noise or true color,
a special time perhaps missed only imagined.
Charles Luden • 03-28-15 • at Black Sheep
February 21st, 2015 — Art, Chuck Luden, Music, Poetry
Luden riding the pine in ’79
My History in Medicine
I can supply pretend medications
for your pretend maladies
if you pay me pretend money.
I’m a pretend doctor.
at Black Sheep
January 31st, 2015 — Art, Chuck Luden, Poetry
I peeled these possible poetry book titles from my current notebook. Probably won’t use them, but I enjoy thinking them up.
Dogs in Pajamas
The Girl with Big Fingers
Dangerous Poems Ahead
Spark Driven Platypus
Sneezing in the Falling Snow
The Sons of Angela
Penguination: The Art of Becoming a Penguin
A Tight Group of Colored Dots
January 8th, 2015 — Chuck Luden, Poetry
The beginning is where I began.
That is the question.
I met a small frog named Lucy,
my first memory.
The stories have not ended yet.
Winter is very hard on my friend.
I’m enduring just fine.
My favorite poem has no words yet.
I think I can hum it backwards.
Jan 8, 2015
at Black Sheep Coffee
December 6th, 2014 — Art, Poetry
Charles Luden & I brought back the Annual/Holiday/Christmas postcard. You will be seeing them in the mail soon.
July 3rd, 2014 — Art, Chuck Luden, Poetry
At The Next Table
She’s fingering her hair,
but is it real
Just a minute I’ll ask her.
Damn, she slapped me.
What’s that mean?
I still like her.
She has passion,
and a purple blouse.
at Black Sheep
March 20th, 2014 — Art, Chuck Luden, Poetry
How will global warming affect the forthcoming nuclear winter?
Charles Luden • 3-19-14