V e r b o p h o b i a

5.01.2005

Hello all. This is the final posting of Verbophobia poems. I have misplaced a couple of emails, so if you sent a poem in and I haven't posted it, just resend it to verbopoetics at yahoo dot com and I'll happily correct my mistake(s), for which I apologize. At times, I've received an entry in one of my personal email boxes and, subsequently, they're prone to accidental deletion. Thanks to all for sending in. Adieu.

WHATEVER IT IS THAT WAS MORE IMPORTANT THAN GETTING ALONG
Michael Helsem


The Undertoad in a white sheet
Destroy the grave
Destroy the swart bouquet
Of a century without diamonds

And now a die-cut spaceship
Married to its white trance
Transcends the pity of the composition

Your will is not marred
By any demurral, Bela,
But that idiotic brush.

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ENCOUNTER
Jesse Crockett


You frighten me.

For the neutral setting. Wherever
Have we met
But long walks and thrift shops?

Then my suitcase to pack.

That is my interest; to rise mornings,
Brush away like a sheet what is done
And pack the century in a suitcase.

Another trance, I must go.

Idiotic, die-cut,
Those things impossible to destroy,
They follow you.

So do you.

As a florist
I make no marred bouquet.
Accept this composition.