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I’m poet Guy Farmer and I love exploring the human condition, from the sublime to the silly, through poetry. I created Poems and Poetry to feature original contemporary poetry about the human condition by thoughtful poets worldwide. This site is completely reader supported, please help me keep it going.

 


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Hemispherical Sculptures | A Poem by Robert Kohlhammer

I recite to a bird with the cortisol level of my bookworm finger
As a loop of a plane lifts like a lid’s sticky picnic licked jam richness
Daily writing task are like poison ivy drooling on my unlaced trainer
Is there irony in a leaf half eaten between hemispherical sculptures?

My momentary surprise deflating slowly like sandy diet cola.
I count down the shuttle of froth with the gravity of a coaster.
I hope the goal in my head does not hide like a marbled mothball.
Ponytails in the sky are smiling behind the roofs of cork rind sun.

Sometimes I shelf ancient books leafed through a tall tree
The wisdom of the tree disguises the branch logging me in
There is a friendly walk into a tunnel’s incubation of trees.
Without the crowds of people nobody’s bar-coded identity reads.

The leaf is as dog-eared as the seven day television listings
With blue opaque smog like the smell of a petrol stations
diesel dripping on the foliage lingering the day’s restlessness
The caterpillars comatose neutral gears ignites a car alarm.

Ireland 2007 | A Poem by Roy Pullam

It is as if
God formed the cliffs
With a serrated knife
The uneven cuts
Home for the puffins
Their nests in the recesses
Bald peaks
Inhospitable to man
But a refuge
For animals
His actions have destroyed
From the time
He walked this land
The ocean rolls below
Slamming waves
Against the shore
A great growl
Reminding us
Of its power
Luring us with its crystal
Shimmering glass
Until with force
It reclaims
Its sovereignty
After giving
It takes
A timeless tyrant
Challenging those
Who bravely
Go to sea
I stand
At the ragged edge
Feeling small
Finding my true place
In the vastness
Of the world

Madness | A Poem by Nitya Muralidharan

Enclosed amidst four walls we dream of mountains
Of running alongside sea lines, sleeping under the clouds
And we run far away far from this chaos and crowd
To clear blue seas and skies, beyond petty things
Beyond hatred and bitterness to love and happiness
And to choose sadness, the kind that makes us want to write and sing
Beyond a world that is obsessed with sanity
Because we all are mad, that’s what keeps us alive
Madness that lets us see mountains beyond walls
Madness that lets us reach out beyond the walls
Beyond reason and logic, to that land where we try to reach
Through liquid and smoke, where our worries are taken away
And blissful happiness surrounds
Where the cloak of adulthood is taken away
And Childhood descends with a twinkle in its eye

My Credit Adjustor Nightmare | A Poem by Roy Pullam

He cupped his hands
Around the flames
of a kitchen match
Large, hairy knuckles
With a Bic tattoo
Spelling love
On one hand
And hate
On the other
The fraternal love
An orphan emotion
If his reputation
Was to be believed
Prison time
Numerous scrapes
With neighbors
The hardness
Of his face
Lies about his age
He has not worn well
With nicotine-coated, sausage fingers
And yellow teeth
His hands
Blocking his face
Assuring the flame
Allowing the unfiltered cigarettes
To burn
I sniff the tobacco
As he blows a stream
Into my face
The mixture of sulfur
From the match
And burning leaf
Creates a cloud
Floating across
His broken teeth
The cigarette burns down
As the light grows
Gray swirls
Circle my face
Like dirty cotton
The smoke is extended
Thinner still
Until it disappears
The remnant
Of a Budweiser
Sits beside an empty
His primitive ash tray
Ours is not a conversation
Just the bones of words
That transmits
Basic information
He does not have the payment
He is threatened
By my attitude
I dare not
Push the issue
There is a coldness
In this man
He promises
To have the payment
By the end
Of the week
I take his promise
Chewing on a sandwich
Of frustration and fear