Fourteen, and Fourteen, and Fourteen More

Fourteen Poems of Fourteen Words,
contributed to 14 Words For Love
—Barbara White


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They say, “love the one you’re with.”
But what if I’m with Granny Smith?


Can’t sell me Love™, but keep on trying.
I’m sure someone else is buying.


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Fourteenth Justice

Ginsburg is better than lingerie.
Congress, in truth, is not always play.
Even today.


Vegetarian Valentine
To South Carolina Senator Thomas Corbin

You call me a lesser cut?
My loin’s too tender for your tasteless butt.


Valentine’s sentiment is but a veneer
To obscure the outrage that we live in fear.


A Song for Keats

Keats was sweet on unheard music.
If only he’d lived long enough to sing.

[Keats’s Grave.  Photo By Giovanni Dall’Orto, via Wikimedia Commons.]


We’ll be ashes before long.
Shall we gasp the Valentine song?
Is that wrong?


If it’s not love, it need not—can’t— do.
Gamergate, Rodger, Rice.  And you?


After Miles Davis

“My Funny Valentine”:
Chromatic inner line.
I’d walk miles to hear that muted trumpet.

[“Miles Davis by Palumbo” by Tom Palumbo from New York City, USA. Licensed under CC BY-SA 2.0 via Wikimedia Commons.]


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After Billie Holiday

“My man don’t love me;
Treats me awful mean.”
[Repeat first line on subdominant.]


Fourteen
lines:
Shakespeare’s
love.
Quatrains,
couplets.
Five
feet.
Prithee
love
faster:
our
minutes
hasten.

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“One of you is lying,”
Dottie says.
I think her lie
belies her truth.

Buddha Cracks Filter
“Be a lamp unto yourself,”
the pot-bellied sage advises.
Or, unto one another?

Number’s Up

Fourteen, and fourteen.
Fourteen more.
Spent am I.
Time to stop, sleep, and snore.