Stellar Showcase Journal
I
SSN 1911-1827 

 

Summer 2011


 

Contents


Back

 


 

 



 

 


 

Clinton Van INman - Poet,  Florida


A graduate of San Diego State University. Recent publications are Blackcatpoem.com, Tower Journal,  The Hudson View, Winter 2011,  Inquisition Poetry, and Munyari.com to name a few.  These poems are included in future book called, “The Last Beat,”  becaise. acording to Clinton, he believes the Beatniks are a dying breed.

 

FRANKINSTEIN

 

Color coded complete with picture I.D.

We’ll teach you to be like us.

Give you a turtle neck or bow tie

You will be our kind of Mensch

Complete with certificate of authenticity

Credit rating and charge account,

Security, savings, and even disability.

We’ll teach you how to walk and talk

in circles as if you had some sense.

We will give you some brand named shoes

We’ll even call you Frank or Frankie

We gave you a brain doesn’t matter

Which for they all are just the same,

But why are you still reaching for

Flowers?

 

         NO IN MY NOEL

 

I learned at an early age

What happens to all snowmen,

Why the fake beards

 

As I sat upon his lap

And took his hard candy.

Now there is only no in my noel.

 

But I fool them in my

Berry reds and holly greens

Perpetual as prize ribbons

 

Now New Years breaks with bad breath

While the world awaits with

Its perfect white teeth, I run like a gnome


 

           GUESTS

 

It was no accident my coming here,

They must have known long before

I wandered to their farmhouse near

That soon I’d knock upon their door.  

 

 

Call it more than a good neighbor’s sense

In snow to leave the porch lamp lighted

Or post the sign on the picket fence,

For those in need are all invited.

 



 

 

       MONO-GAMY

 

Dragged before white cake    

I dare choose only      

Mono in my gamous

Before the life sentence of I do.

I will learn to settle

Down to yard work and

Become a tinker in my trade

Before the perturbations prove

Too much for me with

More patience than a starfish,

My topsails are still flapping.

Run Jane run

And drag some

Other toad of a prince

Before you!

 

 

 

IF WE COULD DANCE ONE NIGHT AWAY

 

If we could dance just one more night away

Filled with champagne and candlelight,

In hours held by our own delight,

Only this and this alone would please.

Like Chablis mixed with sweet bouquet

In moments we soon shall not forget

Save all not close to the clarinet,

Where only perfume and tobacco lingers

Our love shall rise above all of these.

While we tango upon the outer terrace

Moonbeams shall fall upon your face,

And I shall say that nothing really matters

Except this time that we have passed

Because we have saved our best for last.

 

 

 

 

 
                   Copyright 2006-2011
                   Copyright of each contribution remains with the contributor. No part of this collection may be
                   reproduced without the permission of the individual author / poet or writer.

Copyright 2006-2011  © All rights reserved The Stellar Showcase Journal
Website Created, Designed and Maintained by
Stellar Showcase   webmaster@stellarshowcase.com