Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Poem: It Doesn't Matter

It doesn't matter how well you plan,
though planning is important.
Last minute unforeseen details 
force adaptability.

It doesn't matter how much you research,
though researching is important.
Last minute unforeseen minutae
force contiguity.

It doesn't matter how well you prepare,
though preparing is important.
Last minute unforeseen disasters
force flexibility.

All that really matters? 
Fortitude.

Sunday, November 15, 2015

Poem: Upon Seeing Our Stuff Gone

My heart skipped, something was missing.
Not just one thing, but all the important things.
Wait. That car. Those men.
They didn't? They did!

Air gone. Lungs uncooperative.
Breathing mechanisms have failed me.
They took...no, they didn't.
Yes. Yes, they fucking did.

They got it all. All those years of work.
My novel. My poems. My anguish.
My knees hurt. I can't stand.
How did they? Does it matter?

Someone, look at the cameras.
Tell me your cameras work.
I don't understand. How did they...
Call the police. Call them quickly.

They took our ID, our money.
My cigar box of memories.
My lost loved ones - stolen.
Your notes, your momentos - gone.

Thursday, October 15, 2015

Poem: Hardy Stock

We come from hardy stock.

Cruel custodians of pragmatism,
beasts tamed by curiosity,
set loose by the possibilities,

armed with weapons of mass ignorance.

Defended by antipathetics
who misunderstood the starlight,
then sought to hold the cosmos -

criminals and heretics, everyone.

Tuesday, September 15, 2015

Poem: Holding onto Selves

What're you to me, me to you?
In the dissonance, a dataset is misplaced. 

A parched esophagus in the liquid 
refreshment aisle: plethora of decisions.

Uncontaminated H2O will suffice.
Self-collection devices confiscated.

Per capita, we're bureaucratic chattel.

Fines issued by insolent governments
intent on auctioning our inheritance. 

Questions mar one courageous enough - 
ask why - get an iron boot to the throat.

Protest? Mask. Protesting veils? Unmask.
What're they to us, us to them?

Per capita, we're bureaucratic chattel.

Slowly, time brings the wellspring dews
the news of radically progressive changes.

Daily, the collective acts on the system,
compliant or not, as each deems right.

They are us. We are them. Thus, they and
we are everything to each other. See us?

Thursday, August 20, 2015

Links: 2005 - 2009 Poetry

Years are listed in reverse-chronological order, while the poems are listed arbitrarily within the year they were originally written and published.

With the 2014 demise of Helium.com and Yahoo! Contributor Network, I'm looking for new cyber homes for my work, subsequently, I'll add the links as I find homes. In the mean time, here are some links to poems found on my Finley Experience blog. Some of these were written for the annual Finley Experience International Views Poetry Contest and some were written because poets write poetry. 

Check back regularly for more poems. Check the archives for earlier works.

2009
Collapse of Sanity

2008
Coming soon

2007
2006

2005
Coming soon

Saturday, August 15, 2015

Poem: On an Insomniac's Napping

A budding habit must repeat regularly. 
An established habit must repeat indefinitely. 

I habitually napped. 
I enjoyed the habit. 
Something happened. 

It was tragic. 
I broke the habit 
and napped no more.

Friday, August 14, 2015

Poem: New Horizons to Interstellar Space via #PlutoFlyBy

I use NASA's Eyes to see:
The Earth. 
The Solar System. 
The Exoplanets.

Mnemonics ages learned
now defunct as
new technologies
improve our sight.

Wednesday, July 15, 2015

Latin Poem: Sed, Tempus Fugit.

A time and a place for everything,
so they say.

Sed, tempus fugit.

Incipio:
Carpe diem
et ama.

Don't wait, breath bated,
have a drink, stay sated.

Monday, June 15, 2015

Poem: Not the Keeper's Plight

(or, Ballad of the Bees)

I.
Some flowers in a field,
poison is Beauty's yield.
A colony dies at night,
not the keeper's plight.

Not the keeper's plight,
dead nowhere in sight.
Miles from home, alone,
worker lost: dead drone.

Wednesday, June 3, 2015

FE-IVC: 5th Annual Winner Announced, 6th Annual Underway, Rules

Click the link to view the initial announcement of the 5th Annual winner of the Finley Experience "International Views" Contest.

The 6th Annual FE-IVC is now underway.

The FE-IVC rules are quite simple:
1.) Annual means "yearly" - the contest runs annually from June 1st to May 31st.
2.) For purposes of this contest, International means "not part of the U.S.A."
3.) Views means "site page views."  

The prize:
POETRY.

How to win:
The country with the most page views at the end of the year, wins poetry written specifically for them. Plus, the honor and privilege of winning. :D

"Fill them views, people..."

Friday, May 15, 2015

Poem: On Traffic Circles and Triumphant Arches

I play Google Map Pac Man
on the Arc de Triomphe.
Of well-designed streets,
I don't believe that's the epitome.

Ever try to evade ghosts in
the grandest traffic circle?
Like evading the NSA,
if you're Angela Merkel.

An exercise in futility,
isn't everything political?
Left-Right, Up-Down, while
we all become statistical.


Saturday, April 25, 2015

Poem: Products of the Mind (iii)

To live; leben; vivere

YOLO, young ones yell out
before opting for a new route.
Amazon can't, in D.C., drone.
What? No aerial dropped phone?

Instead, cyber biotech deal,
still delivered wonder weal.
Unintended consequence
like a film out of sequence,

flowery golden Democrates,
proves the virtuous can tease,
can cause delayed reactions,
and hastily made retractions.

*****

NOTE: As indicated in the title, this is part 3 of a multi-part poem. Click here to read Products of the Mind (i) and here for Products of the Mind (ii). 

Monday, April 20, 2015

Poem: Products of the Mind (ii)

To play; spielen; ad ludere

Bored people happen:
Google Map Pac Man.
Back now? Glad?
Donde es realidad?

Blended, extended,
and augmented
intuitive software
-oh, so, very rare-

seamlessly render
bits from sender
to cloud cuckooland.
To Aristophanes, a hand.

*****

NOTE: As indicated in the title, this is part 2 of a multi-part poem. Click here to read Products of the Mind (i). Come back on April 25th, 2015 for Products of the Mind (iii). 

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Poem: Products of the Mind (i)

To think; denken; cogitare

Look, do you see?
There it is, reality.
Everywhere things:
idea action brings

mind to matter.
Thoughts scatter
to global winds.
Now, it begins:

a thought had,
a market fad.
This dog wagged.
Aristotle sagged.

*****

NOTE: As indicated in the title, this is part 1 of a multi-part poem. Come back on April 20th, 2015 to read Products of the Mind (ii). And, April 25th, 2015 for Products of the Mind (iii).

*Prior to the dates listed, the links will not work. 

Sunday, March 15, 2015

Poem: Unto Caesar? Eh, Brute?

"O' great Caesar,
do you feel the knife
in your back?"

Brutus asked as
he plunged the knife
in deeper still.

Ever that sudden
realization: frienemy's
sneak attack?


Sunday, February 15, 2015

Poem: On Napping Along Side an Ancient Roman Road in Britania

There we slept. I imagine 
like many before us. 

Pilgrims 

along for the day, 
energized by the stones 

placed 

by some ancient unknowns, 
ancient even to the Roman 

builders 

of this marked mile of stones,
where an old Roman road slept in

Avebury.

Friday, January 23, 2015

Latin Poem: O' Dracones!

O' Dracones!

Ubi sunt thesauri tui?
Ubi sunt opes?

In mundo habitas?
Expendere mortuis?

Ubi est cor tuum?
Ubi animus?

O' Dracones!

Ubi sunt familia tui?
Ubi sunt opes?

In familia est cor.
Familia thesauri mea.

Ibi est cor tuum.
Ibi animus.

Vale,

Tokus Cassius

Thursday, January 15, 2015

Poem: On Getting to Ancient Roman Ruins in Germania

Sits back, off the main track:
slim brown sign points the way...
or follow orange squares, either way...
huff, puff, up the hill, a ways...
a ways, further still, nearly there.

Don't slip on the ice and snow: 
stay to the edge, walk up the road...
or follow the sidewalk, another road...
huff, puff, up the hill, O' road... 
O' road, further still, nearly there. 

On the hill, finally, Roman ruins:
before me memories, rock outlines...
or long standing, little stone room lines...
huff, puff, up goes the smoke lines...
smoke lines, further 'til, no roof here. 

Which room, Roman cooking:
guess a lot while German reading...
or follow intuition water treading...
huff, puff, abwasser downhill leading...
hill leading, further 'til, no pipe here.

Down we go, a Roman path:
trodden snow, evidence still in use...
or follow creek's babbling as an excuse....
huff, puff, downhill, O' ice a truce...
ice a truce, further hill, let slip no fear. 

Thursday, January 8, 2015

Links: 2010 - 2014 Poetry

Years are listed in reverse-chronological order, while the poems are listed arbitrarily within the year they were originally written and published.

With the 2014 demise of Helium.com and Yahoo! Contributor Network, I'm looking for new cyber homes for my work, subsequently, I'll add the links as I find homes. In the mean time, here are some links to poems found on my Finley Experience blog. Some of these were written for the annual Finley Experience International Views Poetry Contest and some were written because poets write poetry.

Check back regularly for more poems. Check the archives for earlier works.

2014
On Civil War