Showing posts with label Rp Verlaine. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rp Verlaine. Show all posts

Thursday, June 1, 2023

GAS Featured Poet: Rp Verlaine

 


Rp Verlaine lives in New York City. 
He has an MFA in creative writing from City College. 
He taught in New York Public schools for many years. 
His first volume of poetry- Damaged by Dames
& Drinking was published in 2017 and another – Femme Fatales
Movie Starlets & Rockers in 2018. A set of three e-books
titled Lies From The Autobiography vol 1-3 were published from
2018 to 2020. His newest bookImagined Indecencies,
was published in February of 2022.



Thanksgiving Prayer 


To charity

and the abandoned

in city streets.

To dogs that follow

taillights blinded

with hunger.


The winos who’re

pissing themselves in

the drunk tanks.


The abandoned

baby carriages

near the hospitals.


The preacher walking

last miles with

smiling murderers.


The harlot who has

used all her kindness

left only with hate


The cartoonist

alone with laughter

of others.


The window washer

no longer careful

after a divorce.


The actress who

died in a hundred

films afraid of death.


The wine that keeps

these thoughts at bay

or brings them fourth.


A concluding whisper that

eyes opening to another

day- is still a gift.




You're My Daisy


Yet tonight 

I think of churches with doors closed 

to me forever.

The getaway driver 

finally seeng holes in the plan 

as bullets whizz by.

The depth of dreams 

shallow as a mirror 

reflecting chaos.

Debauched youth and loss

dancing together drunk 

enough for laughter.

The missing electric hum 

of ghosts in circles 

of thought.

The door slightly

ajar to invite chance

to play another card.

Boredom like a virus 

gaunt with need 

and hunger I 

no longer know well.

A daisy in the garden 

facing the sun 

afraid of nothing




Thursday, December 22, 2022

GAS Featured Poet: Rp Verlaine

 


Rp Verlaine lives in New York City.
He has an MFA in creative writing from City College. He taught in New York Public schools for many years.His first volume of poetry- Damaged by Dames & Drinking was published in 2017 and another – Femme FatalesMovie Starlets & Rockers in 2018. A set of three e-bookstitled Lies From The Autobiography vol 1-3 were published from2018 to 2020. His newest bookImagined Indecencieswas published in February of 2022.


Eve

Wrote about
her active love life
for years. I was lucky
to be a part of for
a few eventful days
and featured in 3
or 4 poems that
fortunately
were kind.

She stood about 5' 4”
had long red dazzling hair
that went down to her waist
and would move with a
rare abandon as she
danced and twirled
reciting poems
from memory.

Now 62
that wonderful hair
is cut shot like a man’s
and is white as bones
in the desert.
She uses
bottle thick glasses
to read her work
not moving so much now.

Many of the poets
we knew are dead.
Yet her smile still has magic
even though she walks with a cane
when she reads, which is rare.
Poems about birds
and cats not
about her love life
anymore.

But I’ll always
remember her
with that wild red hair
I see it a few times still
in dreams beyond boundaries
where I gladly
surrender everything
to her again.




Of Carrion and Sunsets

We hover like carrion crows,
death in the air yet we still circle
this limited trajectory. We've mastered
the synchronized chaos of new emotions,
duplicating subterfuge of starlings at night.
The joy of laughter when the clown falls,
the curtain blind to what’s behind it,
the empty tears that fill a coffin,
calculating the odds against any sure thing.
The parade that ends with no destination,
trigonometry's failure to make things clear,
the difference between losing and surrender.
Wrong calls ghosting missing telephone booths,
vainglorious ambitions pretty in retreat,
the bright sunset never quite ours.