Old Poems by Colin Ward - Part II

Colin's Poems
and aphorisms

Earliest efforts
Second collection
Third collection
Latest efforts
Geese
Acrophobia
In the End
Bound
Cosmos
Vietnam
Promise
The Way Home
Faces
Azteca
White Lines
Sex, War and Ferris Wheels
Jealous Fans
Burma
Mythology
Praetor Dominum
Beginning
Echoes
Connected
Pluto
Lawyer John
By the Pond
Restless
Detente
Footnotes
Mandalas
Words
Jericho Manhattan
Widower
Mourning Constitutional




Geese
Travellers, honking
and waving goodbye
fall

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Acrophobia
Afraid of falling?
Or jumping?

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In the End

Children always have
the last word

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Bound

Trains ran on time

Bound
for Auschwitz

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Explanation


"Cosmos" was inspired
by a documentary stating
that 8-12 billion years
after the Big Bang
we have suns
dated at 17 billion years old.
Cosmos


Sun stars burn
before the Big Bang.

Leaves scatter
slower than the wind.

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Vietnam

Rust can rest
after burning out
a Patton tank
abandoned
barrel broken
turret pointed
toward the sun

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Vietnam II

As fact forms mystery
And speakers don't dare
We can't write history
While people still care

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Promise

Young widow cries
"He said he'd never leave me."

Promise kept
broken
and unfulfilled.

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The Way Home

Every road
a dead end

But some lead
all the way

to the ocean

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Faces


Mirror shows the trace route,
but our recall
approaches imagination.

I still see my sunbeam bride;
eyesight fades
faster than memory.

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Azteca
Hummingbird days
flit past, chased
by jaguar nights

Ancient tablet reads:
"Time is hunger
in motion
"

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White Lines

A polecat
on the freeway
cracks a smile
at the white
line between reason
and fearful pleasure.

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Sex, War and Ferris Wheels

Up, down, circling,

cardiac clench, bones mesh

surrounded by arms


proto-human surfaces

showered in body fluids

loving only
what was at risk

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Jealous Fans

Dumb critics
sonic showers of applause
the heroin(e) of the moment
we coveted the accolades

Older now
we envy the talent

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Burma

Still miles from Myanmar
and Aung San Suu Kyi
we wade through jungle:

a black green sea,

dark at noon.


Swamp and vine

slow our steps.

Back home

it is tomorrow already

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Mythology

The battlefield has changed since Custer:
tourist paths around naked markers.

It changed again after John Wayne
and once more after Dustin Hoffman.

Someone behind me said:
"History is legend, spiced with hubris."

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Praetor Dominum

Even as the weapon whispers,

we seek the protection
of peril.

The lamb knows peace
without freedom.
The lion
knows neither.

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Beginning

Our performance made us forget
audition and rehearsal.

Time began and ended
after wasted youth

chanced upon your event horizon.

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Echoes

Two old men
on sunlit bench

in Pigeon Park

Did they speak
in mother tongue

of homeland lost?

Discussion
of absent friend

or ancient scar?

Was their talk
of Anne Marie

That flower pressed
by yellowed leaves?

No.


Waiting for night

Two souls basked
in silent communion

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Connected
Before this mass communion

we were mad Trappists,

our disparate clamour

stretched unheard

across the tundra.

Now, steppenwolves howl

on databanks

by info streams.


Swept up
in this lightning storm
few raindrops notice the puddles
have become an ocean.

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Pluto

We were introduced
when you visited

my sleep

Dark and distant

stark and silent

completing us

something that just had to be
out there

somewhere

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Lawyer John

Hooker prone. Helpless.
Her Chasey Lain stare lured him
Like a siren's call.

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By the Pond

They never spoke
of triggering dreams
or intimacy bordered
by silence.

She trusted her eyes.

The pebbles he threw
blurred their reflection

better than boulders.

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Restless

He was spent,

but she remained
a masterpiece unfinished.


Leading him back,

she quoted the partisan:

"A peace without justice
is surrender."

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Detente

This cold accord, these lonely kings

Divide the weak, avoid a fight

Mere shell cocoons by monarch wings

With boldness borne towards the light

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Footnotes

Media kings cluck

"Unpaid ad!"


Their half-open hands

quiver for coin


No cameras catch

the ribbon cutting


Companies notice

the very lack of it


Indifference passes

into corporate religion



Other footnotes burn

in cauldron memory


Rising like smoke

from Sobibor


Chiffoned monks, shaman's rattle

and druid's tree


The calls of Montezuma

trail off


History and news

the tail of the dog


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Mandalas

Before the cold
A star goes by
Streaks red and gold
On canvas sky

Her musings play
Like Persian weaves
She rakes away
The red gold leaves

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Words

It was you
who told me
that chaos is the fascist word
for freedom.


Speak well
and I will understand.
Speak better
and I won't.

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Jericho Manhattan

We saw it on the news
Walls crumbling

Looked at each other
Walls
Crumbling

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Widower

Old sage among fool's parsley,
he endured us.

Slum lights strobed, spectres played
dice as Dad spoke of her.

"The cost of any gift
is in living without it."

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Mourning Constitutional
Too early

No coffee

Morning stroll

You spooked me

with that morbid bullshit:

"Every footprint a grave,

every footfall a dirge beat

every footstep a tombsite
on this planet made sacred

by forgotten sorrow."

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Ward's Rules of Poetry

1. Never say anything in a poem that you wouldn't say in a bar.
2. If you can't be profound be vague.
3. Learn the difference between poetry and hebephrenia.
4.
The McNeilley Rule:
Cut off the last line! This will make your poem better!
(If this doesn't work, keep cutting off the last line.)
5. Sloganeering is about what you said and how you said it.
Poetry is about how you avoided saying it.
6. Poetry lies between synonyms.
7. The difference between self-expression and communication is poetry.
8. If you can't spell a word don't use it.
9. Bad poetry haunts the writer.
Good poetry haunts the reader.
10. Don't express. Evoke.
11. Technique is the difference between a good story and a good poem.
12. The trick isn't to avoid being understood.
The trick is to be understood too quickly.
13. If it doesn't sound like poetry to a Lower Slobovian it isn't.
14. Every modern poem must contain at least one em dash abuse.

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