Creation

I. Indoors; outdoors

Outside; inside

Sunlight; tubelight

The poet must choose

 

II. Lights on

Lights off

The glow of the computer illuminates

the poet’s minds

 

III. Turn to a fresh new page

Clean, blank –limitless

Grabbing the pen, 

the poet begins

 

IV. Look out or look in

What do you want to see?

Tell us, poet, what inspires

you?

 

V. Write

Poiesis

Imagine you are a poet.

 

Forget everything else

Poetry is your calling,

for these next few minutes

Can you describe it?

 

What is the point of a poem?
Of poetry, in general

Do you know?

Does anyone?

 

A poet looks out at the world

Takes in the world; breathes it in

And lets out meaning; Writes meaning

 

Meaning is life;

What the poet

sees, hears, does

from his glasses

 

His point of view

Your point of view.

Can you do it?

Should you do it?

 

Theft

A poet reads

No he devours

Others’ works

 

Reads to steal

 

Not the superficial language

Not the words that are on the page

A poet’s theft is far deeper –more meaningful

Thoughts and ideas

 

An idea

can change everything

An idea

is a poet’s strongest weapon

 

A weapon to cause

change

A weapon to cause

what he wants

 

Pablo said, ‘Bad artists copy,

Good artists steal’

What kind is a Poet?

Les Textos

“Will 2025 be anything like today?”

“I feel like I need some coffee. Even though I don’t feel tired at all. I want coffee. I feel like I need. Does that make sense?”

“How do you know what you want? Is it a thought, hmmm I want that. OR is it an insatiable urge. I need that!”

“To be sure that I remember how to write, I often sit down in odd places and just write. About anything.”

Blank

A blank page lets you write what you
want
A blank canvas lets you paint what you
want
A blank room lets you decorate it like you
want
A blank house lets you design it like you
want
A blank office lets you organize it like you
want
A blank world doesn’t
exist
A blank life lets you change the one we live
in
A blank _______ lets you do whatever you
want
Just choose a
blank.


Watching that ticking Clock

Tick. Tock.
Tick. Tock.
Time passes us by
When we aren’t looking

Tick. Tock.
Tick. Tock.
The key is is
that life is too short

Tick. Tock.
Tick. Tock.
Yet we still play these
Games

Tick. Tock.
Tick. Tock.
We can’t ever cut
right to the chase.

Tick. Tock.
Tick. Tock.
Don’t ever look 
at the clock

Tick. Tock.
Tick. Tock.
Waste your time
playing games

Tick. Tock.
Tick. Tock.
Do that, and
your life won’t ever come back.

Tick. Tock.
Tick. Tock.
Go. Waste.
That’s what we all do.

Tick. Tock.
Tick. Tock.
Waste. Those precious
Seconds.

Tick. Tock.
Tick. Tock.
Seconds that can
change your life

Tick. Tock.
Tick. Tock.
Completely.

Tick. Tock.
Tick. Tock.
And Forever.

Tick. Tock.
Tick. Tock.

Tick. Tock.

Tick. Tock.

Tick.

Tock.

Tick.

 

Inspiration

A beautiful girl
Dark curls caress her soft nape
When will I see her?

Chocolate eyes –
Deep and full, draw me closer
taking me away

Her pink lips
glistening in the moonlight
taste of strawberry

A woman’s body –
bare, smooth and supple
Pure perfection