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Order should be imposed on my poems, but isn't likely to be until I turn to carpentry, or painting, to carry me through the day. The display here is latest first.

Epigram
Ancient Weavers
Season to be Witched
Not Unlike the Hoi Polloi
Tart Sweet, Mes Amis
Delirious
Boycott and Embargo
Patriotic Pronouns
Holy Calendarism
Words couldn’t care less
Face Plants
Meditation on the Counter-revolutionary Nature of Laureateships
Introibo Ad Altare Dei
From the Book of Young Dave, the Elder
Caution! Babies on board
Word Play
Take Care
Only Poets Can Serve Two Masters
Hollow and unholy is “it”
Make Calfs Golden Again?
Reading Matters
Five Stars to 34 Felonies
What Poetry Does
Expel Poetry to Restore the Republic
The First One’s Free
Poetry Isn’t Blue, It’s Read
Use of Verse
After Dallas, There’s More
Partisan Scourge and Poetry Prize
Most Foul Murder
Big Sister Watches Ewes
Mutual of Idaho’s Ivory Tower Power Hour
Big Beautiful Bombs
Birdsong at Dawn
Anti-social Media
No Virginia, there is no Santa Clause
Google’s Trumpian Gulp
Social media makes bank, not community
Dogs, Cats, Birds, and Breeze
A Rose Versus Prof’s Nosegay
Let MAGA Quake, the West’s Awake
Death Hasn’t All Dominion
Hoist on their own petard
Poetry is Dead, Long Live Poems
Semiquincentennial dirge/hymn
Organics matter
Spring, alas
Whiff of Lilac
Savage Matter
Vernal Homily
One Decade At A Time
Easter 2025
Ars poetica, again
New Church
Rook’s Remorse
The Equity of Poetry
Eyewitness Blues, April 5, 1968
A Biblical portion
Ode to books
Fringe of lunacy
Live Rock
Pulpit Humor
Easy Did It
Caveat Emptor
Dopler vision
Woke
By Their Agreeable Quarrel
Opus Dei
The Second Falling, Jan. 20, 2025
February 24, 2022
Or, are we smarty pants after all
You’ll Find Poems in the Dairy Aisle
1964
Hey Kids
Say Cheese
Be Quiet
Manhattan Bridge, Edward Hopper, 1928
Berkshires fall foliage, Parson’s Marsh, Lenox
Prayer for the Fallen
Speaking of Which
New England October
Why JFK Had to Go
Wither Grass Roots
Red Dead + Blue Dead = Dead Dead
When Lilacs Next in Cell’d Palms Wither
Wiseguys are the New Wranglers
Pivot of Fall
Al fresco
Botanical America, or Project 2026
Semiquincentennial Dirge
Lament for the Visually Impaired
Don’t Be So Retarded
All that glitter
They’re OK, I’m OK
If Pronouns Could talk
Charge of the Light Blue *Brigade
Poetry is not speech
Apprentice and Aspirant Poets
April is cruel to Kings, not lovers
Alma Mater, or The Football Poem
War Orphans
Readers and Writers
Which dash-American are You?
Mothers and fathers of fodder
Yes, unless
The Know Testament
Fat heads crave A.I.
Good Morning Body, Mind, & Soul
Organic prompts
A.I. is a big fat lie
What’s new is not
Dumb as a Smartphone
The Left isn’t Right, Emerson Is
Poetry is magic
They Push-We Pull
Haberdashery
The Gravest Show on Earth
If it were only truth
Death Rattle
Eyesight Insight
The Sympathetic Point of Roses
Why reason?
Until the Muse
How to Tell a Good Poem
Overheard at VerseFest
Owl Song
Haberdashery
Who Are You
The American Binary
Song of My Community
Or, current resident
How Risible the Visible
The Poet as Critic
On feet of clay
Break the News Cycle
Rhymes with Rushmore
To the Esteemed Poets
February Souvenir
Fraught
Late October colors Lenox in the Berkshires
October in a Poem
P’s on Earth
Monetizing private Ryan, or WW Too
Principal Retardation
Word to the Wise
Terrible Twos
Not These Hollow Pols
Occidental Haiku
Profess This!
Real Weather
Primary Binary
If it’s Bad for Metaphor, it’s Bad for Politics
Alphabet Soup for the Soul
Giddy Up
Wintertime Blues
The Next Homer
Our M.O.
white chickens
Free Poets Free Poetry
Read On, Write In, Drop Out
Dressing Tennyson
Look Up
Resolution
Without Poetry
We are Champions
this just in
Syllogism for Non-philosophy Majors
Modern American Poetry
Who Am I
Amanda, Dame Commander of the Lite Brigade
Whimsy whispers
T.S. Eliot skips Pigalle
Boomers at war
Home Schoolin’
Silent Reel
Rain Delay
Backyard Agriculture
Add title
Childhood escaped, with breadcrumbs
Oswego Suite
Yoknapatawpha
Vice verse
The Poetry of Henry Adams
The British Dream
Ho Hum, More Gone
Have you seen Johanna?
Commonsense Manifesto
It Is Simple
Portrait of the Artist as a Merry Prankster, or, Who’s Felicity?
Let Them Linger
Siren or Sage?
The Plane Truth
Pivot of Spring
Mourning Meditation
Big Apple Byte
Old Poets Lament
The Times it is a changling
Mash note to Selfiers
Bi-PartisanWhich
Peeskawso Peak
Souls of gray folk
After Boomer Era
In the beginning
Founding Shyster
Knew Baltimore Catechism
Battle them for the Republic
Let’s start over
Tyranny v. Liberty
Nature’s trombone
Schools of Poetry
The Saddest Thing
Rapping with J.V. Cunningham
Saturday rosary
Haiku is no sneeze
Lament for the Poets of Little England
Did Fiona Fail Hill Republicans?
Love Rocks
U.S.A. 1776-1964
Notes on the New Racism
Peeskawso Peak, Monument Mountain, July, 2021
Poll, Pander, Plead – Repeat
Yankees Noodle
Group God
Play Skool
Be Not Apart
ill shooters
Natural world monetized
Capital poetry
the deconstruction of critical race theory.
Memorial Day
Fakir’s Dozen Ways of Looking at Stuff
Say what, Leonardo?
Spring, and All that de(con)struction
Machine Learning
I Love Lois Lane
Slice of Life
Bleak February
Body and Soul C.I.S.
If Christ is English
Poets Torch
13579@c
Who Initiates Sex?
the poet self-shrinks
Joke
R. SC
Damn you, Hasbro
Credulity Gap
The Apology of St. Andrew
crazy uncle, eh?
The Madness of Saint Amy of the Robes
Fancy Foodie Quiz
Diary of a Bipartisan Poet
Rude or Ignobel?
At the Crossroads
Kill U. or it kills U.S.
Blowin in the wings
in re: BD
burns
Judging April
Homage, or not
Unrhymed Hinge
Vital Graffiti – July 2, 2021
Deconstruction is cultural grave-robbery.
untitled
Visionaries need not apply
A Poet’s Dose
Not to brag, but
Emily Dickinson’s job?
Re-orient the occidental?
here’s to deb
When Poetry
Hope is a Golden Noose
poetic therapy
The mind’s eyeball
America’s Got Stars
Vice Versa
TV Reality Blinder
How-to Star Search
Mothers’ Work is Never Done
Ice Glen trail, Stockbridge, July 2020
Advice for the Novice, now on the Cape
Cape Cod Camp Haiku
Good Mount Rushmore
Poetry bears
Fair Haven and Fort Ontario, July 2020
The Revolution, Live stream
Not to the Sea
Sonnet-19
Living Will
Fear Sweeps America
Arts Not Popular
Poets Invent
Some Poetry
Her Subject is Poetry
Black is the new Beige
Frosted Gloss
Hunker Down
at the oh boy gym
Out the Window: June 23, 2019*
Afterparty
Poems Are Not
Savory Abstractions
Verbose Haiku
Vernal Metaphysics
Art Hole in the Berkshires
self portrait in birthday suit
Fall Vespers and Winter Reverie
Vowels of bright desire
Third Degree
Live Ekphrasis
Before Winter
We Fined God
Weight of January
What’s bracing about spring
September
We Know Breeze
In the Matter of Form
Vets
STRESS
Facade of Arrogance
The Muse Leaps Generations
Paean to an Eminence
What’s the Word
Words Are Like That
The Flush Plinths of Lenox
Mother’s Day Handwriting Samples
Who Tats Queen Anne’s Lace
Deal?
Eagle Pond Farm Market
Portrait of a Pebble
Rhymes with Chump
Awaken Yeats
Super Bowl haiku
Carillon Call
Twenty and Six
Numb Bird

Epigram

Poets are perplexed,
reluctant to accept what
amounts to the status quo.

Some are attached to the
status quo ante, others just
anti quo, status or no.

Dave Read

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