Slaying Hobgoblins
A poem every day for a year by Dr. Mike Desing
Saturday, April 30, 2022
The Best Laid Plans
Wednesday, April 27, 2022
April 27: Poem 26
2:28 (a.m.)
by M. Desing
At 2:28 (a.m.)
I lie awake in bed
hearing the gentle thunder
of a cargo train,
rolling over rime-covered fields
and ice-glazed paths
Thinking how lucky the engineer is
to be alone with his thoughts
at 2:28 (a.m.)
with miles of track before him,
His future lay out
in neat rows of wooden struts
at right angles to steel track
drawing him on
To infinity.
Notes
Another cheat day. I didn't think ahead to how creatively draining it would be to talk about poetry with students all day and then try to get fired up to write a poem... so here is one that I wrote before, but will be using with students this week. I am completely and totally breaking the rules I established for this project - but it's still a poem I wrote, so at its heart it is in line. Furthermore, I only have about six more decent poems in my notes anywhere, so at worst ten of the poems for a year of poetry would come from my archives, which means (even if I miss a day here and there) I would produce 300 or so original poems... which is a lot.
Tuesday, April 26, 2022
April 26: Poem 25
My Head is the Moon
By M. Desing
My head is the moon,
A round orb
Where the meteor of cancer
Has left a deep crater.
My head is the moon,
A senseless rock
Circling in a cosmic dance
That has no discernible end.
My head is the moon,
A thing of mythic significance
Where ancient rituals
Call forth its power.
My head is the moon,
But it’s no moon.
It’s a space station.
And somewhere,
Roger Waters flow into
a sea of tranquility
on the dark side
of the moon.
Notes
Wow but I am cheating a lot. I missed yesterday, even though I wrote a poem for my class and spent all day talking about poetry... but never posted one. Furthermore, I'm breaking one of my rules - this is a poem I wrote maybe two years ago, but realized how much I love it (especially the last stanza) and decided to post it despite my pledge not to do that. Meh. It's my blog. Whatever :)
Sunday, April 24, 2022
April 24: Poem 24
wore black and spikes, oh gosh.
One time she fell into a pit
and therein she did mosh.
Some say she tried it, too.
But when you are a bad bunny
That's sometimes what you do.
she really didn't care:
Her mom, she was a wild rabbit
her dad, he wasn't there.
grow up to do some good
she would always be the one
from the bad side of the wood.
at this recent event -
Instead of causing anarchy
she's now our president!
you have a choice to make
you can choose to freak and rage
Or just give them time to take.
Saturday, April 23, 2022
April 23: Poem 23
Friday, April 22, 2022
April 22: Poem 22
was very bad you see
That Oreo the kitty cat
oh she was quite naughty
to wake me up at three
and as she just kept ripping it
I sprayed water with glee.
more than a little mist
and she soon returned again
I started getting pissed.
to shoo her fast away
But soon she did come back again
determined she would stay.
from my slumber there
and this time I got throwing stars
She didn't even care.
to force her soon to leave
but she just jumped around the flame.
It was hard to believe.
to try to restore peace
but she evaded everything
that fuzzy little beast.
to blow it all to bits
But my alarm went off at last
and I fell into fits.
my eyes can take no more.
But Oreo is on my bed.
She has begun to snore.
Thursday, April 21, 2022
April 21: Poem 21
that perches near my heart
waiting for me to have a chance
for something good to start.
that monster from my side
but ever has it come again
my peace of mind to hide
to leave me safe at last
But for the pain it brings again
There seems no true repast.