Poems by Budart, by newest first

• What a Long Strange Trip

  William Belsin
  At eleven

  by Budart 70 lines, 4 hours ago. In memories
• Sometimes It Is Best Just To Say NO!

  I broke up with my
  High school girl friend.

  by Budart 45 lines, 3 comments, on Nov 26 10:45 PM. In Relationships
• The Cat Remembered Me

  Long after I had stopped living there
  I came back to the house to see my ex-wife, my ex-family.

  by Budart 16 lines, 3 comments, on Nov 25 4:09 PM. In relationships
• One Sunday Morning

  Wind blown leaves
  Impaled on thorns.

  by Budart 29 lines, 3 comments, on Nov 22 5:34 PM. In relationships, philosophy
• Norma

  In the southern sky
  There is a patch of dim stars

  by Budart 46 lines, 2 comments, on Nov 20 8:46 PM. In Philosophy, Sex
• The Eighth Sorrow

  A response to the Seven Sorrows by Ted Hughes

  by Budart 14 lines, 3 comments, on Nov 19 10:29 AM. In poetry, philosophy, art
• Watching The Gulls I Think Of You

  We were a family
  Of few traditions

  by Budart 64 lines, 3 comments, on Nov 12 3:15 PM. In Life, death, memory
• It's A Different Culture

  In Paris
  The coffee

  by Budart 24 lines, 6 comments, on Nov 8 3:11 PM. In humor, life
• The Frozen Moment

  The shutter clicked
  And time stopped.

  by Budart 19 lines, 2 comments, on Nov 7 3:02 PM. In Philosophy
• Why Seven When There Are So Many Sorrows (musing on the Seven Sorrowsby Ted Hughes)

  But why stop at seven?
  A magic number I suppose

  by Budart 31 lines, 3 comments, on Nov 3 2:48 PM. In poetry, philosophy, art
• Thank You!

  by Budart 45 lines, 2 comments, on Oct 30 9:30 PM. In adult, love, sex, erotica
• One Page at a Time

  by Budart 57 lines, 3 comments, on Oct 27 1:04 PM. In adult, humour
• Emotional Evolution (Three reactions to the same incident)

  by Budart 64 lines, 2 comments, on Oct 27 12:23 PM. In Life
• Long Distant Call (A True Story)

  She calls me from LA.
  She has had a heart attack,

  by Budart 60 lines, 6 comments, on Oct 25 2:59 PM. In Life, self deception, hope
• The Bohemian Who Became A Soccer Mom

  For my friend Nancy, the hippest fifty year old I know even if her kids think otherwise.

  by Budart 54 lines, 5 comments, on Oct 20 1:43 PM. In Growing up, philosophy.
• I Am Not A Good American.

  I am not a good American.
  I do not believe in democracy.

  by Budart 46 lines, 2 comments, on Oct 19 8:04 PM. In politics, humour
• Grasping at Immortality

  The Library of Alexandria burned
  And our knowledge of the classic world

  by Budart 39 lines, 3 comments, on Oct 17 7:34 PM. In Philosophy, Family history
• I gave her my heart. My imagination I keep to myself.

  When I jerk off
  I never think of you.

  by Budart 12 lines, 5 comments, on Oct 13 12:43 PM
• The Piano Player Has Fat Fingers

  The piano player has fat fingers.
  People told him he would never make it

  by Budart 28 lines, 4 comments, on Oct 12 2:09 PM
• Lenora Hotel

  It sat there on the corner for years
  A great shoebox of a building

  by Budart 36 lines, 2 comments, on Oct 11 10:22 AM. In Everyday land marks
• A Recipe for Poets

  Mama Africa was making poets
  In her kitchen one day.

  by Budart 39 lines, 2 comments, on Oct 10 2:46 PM. In Thoughts, Spiritual, Art
• A Dead Poet's Body Parts Have A Final Argument

  by Budart 18 lines, 9 comments, on Oct 8 5:11 PM. In adult, weird, dark humor
• Motivation (an essay)

  From the beginning I have been aware of how trapped we are in our own experience with only the crudest methods of sharing that experience with another human being. I have longed to know how my experience compares with those

  by Budart 12 lines, 3 comments, on Oct 5 5:16 PM. In Art, Philosophy
• Radio Poem

  Garrison Keeler
  Is telling a story on the radio

  by Budart 29 lines, 3 comments, on Oct 4 2:57 PM. In Modern life, Thoughts
• Life Imitates Art

  At the end of the movie
  Kathy Bates is talking to her husband

  by Budart 30 lines, 2 comments, on Oct 4 2:48 PM. In relationships, philosophy
• Yes It Can All Be Too Beautiful!

  It was the first official
  Day of autumn.

  by Budart 26 lines, on Sep 27 4:54 PM. In Modern life
• The Price of Paradise

  The wine is bitter.
  The wine is sweet.

  by Budart 20 lines, 1 comment, on Sep 25 8:44 PM. In Love
• Art Supplies

  It’s all there;
  The paranoia,

  by Budart 26 lines, 3 comments, on Sep 24 4:37 PM. In art, poetry
• Options

  I live north of the airport
  I watch the planes

  by Budart 26 lines, 2 comments, on Sep 23 5:10 PM
• The Creep

  I was a creep
  And I was a looser

  by Budart 25 lines, 5 comments, on Sep 19 11:34 AM. In High school politics
• Negotiated Misery

  You see them at the grocery store.
  You see them at the movies.

  by Budart 33 lines, 4 comments, on Sep 16 2:55 PM. In street life
• In a Little Town

  The Tigris embraces the Euphrates
  At a little town called Querna

  by Budart 35 lines, 3 comments, on Sep 16 2:01 PM. In spiritual, humor, philosophy
• Stupid Advice

  They say I should learn
  To live alone, by myself.

  by Budart 17 lines, 4 comments, on Sep 12 4:05 PM. In Humor
• Breakfast at the Athenian

  They have been doing business
  Here a long time

  by Budart 41 lines, 2 comments, on Sep 11 3:57 PM. In street life
• Personal Problem

  I answer an ad in the personnel column.
  We meet at a coffee shop.

  by Budart 21 lines, 5 comments, on Sep 10 1:24 PM. In relationships, philosophy

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