Poetry

Poetry Club w/Charles Luden

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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

Poetry Club w/Chuck Luden

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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

An Email from Charles Luden

Greetings:

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
Space Rabbit
Dangerous Poems Ahead
Spark Driven Platypus
Sneezing in the Falling Snow
Truncated Metaphor
The Sons of Angela
Turd Ape
Penguination: The Art of Becoming a Penguin
A Tight Group of Colored Dots
 
Sincerely,
Charles Luden

Poetry Club w/Charles Luden

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The beginning is where I began.

Began what?
That is the question.
I became.
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.
Please wait.
I think I can hum it backwards.
     
                  Charles Luden
                    Jan 8, 2015
             at Black Sheep Coffee