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Poems By Poet Albert Ahearn  10/24/2014 4:15:23 PM
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Fourteen Verses

My passion is to write modern sonnets
Yes indeed modern not traditional.
Iambic pentameter I regret
Is too restrictive and conditional.
I had observed that many years ago.
Expression of thought is more important
Than any well-placed iamb, apropos.
These little songs* are not songs at all; shan’t
Pretend when they're not. Mine are messages
That I compose within fourteen verses:
Some assurances, other presages.
They are my work for better or for worse.
If I fail to convey in fourteen lines
I'd nothing to say and wasted your time.

* Sonnet means little song.
Albert Ahearn



Human Folly

The gods looked down upon the plebes
and roared a loud thunderous laugh.
Those arrogant humans never
Learn. They spend precious time flirting
Audaciously with foolishness;
They set their eyes toward heaven
And expect to achieve greatness.
By whose precious standards do they
Trust determining their greatness?
Their own supreme egotism
Suffices as their bellwether
And so therein lies their weakness
A trait exclusively human.
Albert Ahearn



Memories of mother

Mothers Day always trips sadness
in me since her death years ago;
impelling a circuitous
journey of memories that flow
within a stream of consciousness
always the same, unabated.
It's queer how an act of congress
can regress a mind effected
in such a way as to cause tears.
I guess stranger things have happened
and will happen over the years.
Though measured in nanoseconds
these yearly memories of her
are all that remains of mother.
Albert Ahearn



Not All Pigs Oink

He sat in front of the TV
while eating a large plain pizza
washing each bite down with iced tea.
The sight made me laugh… Ha-ha!
reddish oil dripping onto
his already grimy t-shirt.
What a slob! (If he only knew)
To call him that would only hurt
his feelings. I couldn’t say that
to him as much as I’d like to
so I struggled through the chit chat
when he asked, what’s so funny, dude?
Funny? Umm! Oh Nothing, I lied
Please! Don’t mind me. Finish your pie.
Albert Ahearn
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