On pegs, doing gravity's dance,
Down the face of the machine,
He faces, and plays, in a trance,
Immobile, and held prisoner by
The temptation of chance.
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Art by Mark Harm Niemeyer
Photograph by Geoffrey M. Hamilton (1955~2011)
Random Rhymes From An Expat Living A Long Way From Home
Art by Mark Harm Niemeyer
Dear Reader
Thank you for stopping by .... It has been 15 years since the start of this poetry blog .... Over time, I developed a few rules for posting: (1) The verses should not be too abstract, or long; (2) They must rhyme; and (3) Need to write at least twenty per month .... So, yes, the quality varies (sigh), but I've stuck to it and have by now accumulated over 4,000 entries .... I do not write for recognition or money, rather, for some other reason I guess .... Best luck & health to you, JPN.
Far Out (By Philip Larkin)
Beyond the bright cartoons
Are darker spaces where
Small cloudy nests of stars
Seem to float on the air.
These have no proper names:
Men out alone at night
Never look up at them
For guidance or delight.
For such evasive dust
Can make so little clear:
Much less is known than not,
More far than near.
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