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Some of the poem titles include the following:

The Sun is Too Bright

From Whence We Came

To Those Who Hold High Places

Indigo Eyes

Persona Duality

Our Destiny

The Wisdom of Past

A Silent Prayer

A Slap in the Face

Tears of Illumination

Seeds of Thought

Nature and Geometry

Tesla's Polarity

Oh, Happy Moon

The Rhythm of the Sun

Eyes on the Skies

The Garden of Tomorrow

Snow on my Tulips

Mania Ride

my melancholy mood

The Place Where I'm Buried

My Old Friend

Give Me Back My Life

It's a Two-Bag Life

The Wind in My Hair

The Gnome

The Tease of Ecstacy

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The Gnome

By Brett Starr on June 9, 2018

The tulip leaves listen, while the dew drops glisten, and the wild wind whirls on by.
The left field’s sewn, (the one my neighbors own), and if its corn this year I’m gonna cry.
Because I like the view, when there’s nothin’ to do, from the deck on the front of my house.
I just kick back in my chair, and with the wind in my hair, and have a cool conversation with my spouse.

When it rains it pours, so we go on in of course, and we get back to where we were before.
We took a look in the fridge, and then you know what we did, we hurried on down to the store.
Now once we got there, with our soakin’ wet hair, we got a cart with a jiggly wheel.
And we went down the aisle, in a really silly style, just to see what we could find for a meal.

Now my wife already went, down the aisle until it bent, and started fillin’ up her arms till they hurt.
And when I finally got there, I couldn’t help but stare, at the blueberry stains on her shirt.
Well I thought we were done, she said looky here hun, and then she dumped all the fruit in the cart.
She says there’s a lot to do, and if I were you, I’d button that lip from the start.

Well we went on down, to the butcher and found, some steaks I could put on the grill.
We got some tators and such, but it wasn’t very much, ‘cause we’re tryin’ hard to tighten the bill.
Now I didn’t mind, passin’ part of the time, at the bakery with all the dough.
We tossed in some bread, and some non-dairy spread, and then she said c’mon let’s go.

When we got back home, we saw a 9-inch gnome, just a standing by edge of the drive.
He had a friendly face and a warm embrace, I could have sworn that dude was alive.
Who sent this thing, and what luck should it bring, my wife said I haven’t a clue.
He held a Polish flag and upon the tag, said I’m from Vratswav*, how ‘bout you? (*WROCŁAW)


We said what the heck, and we put him on the deck, and we brought all the food inside.
While the gnome stood still, I started the grill, and I cranked up the heat on high.
Well I threw on the meat, and I got a little weak, so I sat in my rockin’ chair.
Then surely by choice, I heard a loud voice, yellin’ what’s goin’ on out there?

I said give me some time, as I searched for a line, and asked how ya like your steak?
She said medium rare, and I jumped up from the chair, and proceeded to trip over a rake.
Well I scratched my knee, and looked back to see, what the heck it was doin’ in the way.
I stood back up, and I grabbed my cup, and the gnome had nothin’ to say.

Well I grabbed the meat, so that we could eat, and walked up to the door.
I said to the gnome, welcome to my home, I hope this place ain’t a bore.
We sat down at the table, and as soon as I was able, I said a little prayer for that guy.
I hope he don’t mind, spendin’ all of his time, outside watchin’ days go by.

We ate our food, and I thought it was rude, so I made the gnome a little plate.
I set it at his feet, just for him to eat, and noticed it was a quarter of eight.
So I looked at the trace, of the grin on his face, and I said you’re gonna be alright.
Then I rubbed my chin, and went on in, and retired for the rest of the night. 

And the tulip leaves listen, while the dew drops glisten, and the wild wind whirls on by.
That guy on my deck, with a really short neck, is one hell of a guy. 
So, if you see a gnome, sittin’ round your home, be good to him if you can.
He’s a friendly guy, he’ll keep an open eye, and watch out for your land.

 

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The Sun is Too Bright

by Brett Starr - circa 1985

The sun is too bright for me.

It is too hot you see.

I opened my eyes,

And looked at the skies,

And the skies looked back at me.

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A Poem of Idioms

by Brett A. Starr  (Let's see how many idioms you count.)

At noon one day just out of the blue with nothing else better to do

I went for a walk in my neck of the woods, with my head in the clouds, for as long as I could

 

I met a man who was blue in the face. His white elephant had broken all over the place.

I confess I tried to turn a blind eye. With crocodile tears, he started to cry.

 

Cat got your tongue? He inquired of me.  Cool as a cucumber, I bent on one knee.

Hold your horses, I said with a smile. I’ll help you tidy up, but it may take quite a while.

 

This is no piece of cake, and pardon my French. But son of a b____, as we sat on a bench.

We took a break just to chew the fat. From where do you come? And what the heck is that?

 

Put a sock in it, fella, he said to me.  I’m a little under the weather as you can see.

This here was a contraption of many perks. But now this throws a wrench in the works.

 

Just then it started raining cats and dogs.  We said what’s next? Locusts and Frogs?

Could this be good luck, I asked with a sigh.  He responded in the negative, when pigs fly.

 

It’s brass monkeys out, with a shiver he claimed. Both of us will never be the same.

After all of this, we were as thick as thieves. The contraption is still broken, my friend grieved.

 

This thing is dead as a doornail, he cracked. It’s a few cans shy of a six-pack.

He said that if he were to kick the bucket, in fact… That would be the pot calling the kettle black.

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Eyes on the Skies

by Brett A Starr on December 16, 2020
Photo courtesy of Ed Chandler of St. Joseph, MI

Do you ever look up to the skies?

During the day and into the night.

What do you see?

And do you agree?

It’s a wonderful marvelous sight.

 

On vernal equinox, at Eastward pre-sunrise.

What constellation will you see in the skies?

It’s not so various

It is Aquarius

As the daylight hits your eyes.

 

Remember December and a bright-lit winter solstice

The sunlight cast a shadow that holds us

I’m sorry to say

It’s the shortest day

For the tilt of earth has told us.

 

But, did you see that sky in the early night?

A celestial alignment of southwest light

Jupiter and Saturn in 2020

A great conjunction seen by plenty

Traversing the ecliptic flight.

 

The heavens have told us through space and time

Our place in the cosmos is quite sublime

It’s plain to see

And easy for me

To aptly finish my rhyme.

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