Showing posts with label Mark Gavoor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mark Gavoor. Show all posts

Thursday, February 28, 2013

Mark Gavoor: Fall Poem # 12


9-28-12

it was that kind of day
i should have writ a poem about
i should have strolled
golden sunshined through
crunch leafy paths amid trees
not quite in full color
me khakied and
sweat shirted
almost camouflaged
thinking deep thoughts
casually

i should have written
that poem
not this one

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Mark Gavoor: Joni Lansing

i could write every poem
listening to joni mitchell songs
'a case of you' playing
like a winter long ago
up there in the east of lansing
trying not to fall in love
and trying to be brilliant
failing at both

kicking back...
thinking and writing
sipping a cup of mesmer
icing on the cake of this day
wondering what canada
i might have lived in musing
‘bout trying to live at living

you make everything better
and angstful at the same time
you make poems just ooze
out of my natural self

what can i say but...
thanks


Mark Gavoor

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Mark Gavoor: Typing on an Airplane

I want to write a poem
No type a poem
Who the hell hand writes but me?

I was poised to type
Devoid of thought or idea
No poetic notion at all
When the seat in front of me
Tilted back making it harder yet
To type and see
But it jolted this...

Little lame thing
Out of me

Friday, April 02, 2010

Mark Gavoor: No Fooling


Tired
Or at least I was

Two Starbucks later
Awake and alert to
All my flaws and
Undone to-do list
Growing like some kind
Metaphorsisized cancer

Maybe I was better off tired
Could have just taken a nap
Escaping the natural way

Fuck even this
Poem is for shit

And yet…
I am really in a better mood
Than you might think

Gotta find my glass
And half fill it



April 1, 2010

Monday, March 15, 2010

Mark Gavoor: Haiku [4]


I came slipperless
To your house and entered
Bare in foot and soul

Monday, January 11, 2010

Mark Gavoor: Haiku [3]

Rock Sculpture at Compo Beach

I was in Japan
I saw the Zen Rock Garden
Yours was better

5/22/2005

Sunday, January 10, 2010

Mark Gavoor: Haiku [2]

I write the poem
Of life on the
Canvas of your belly
Expanding.

Saturday, January 09, 2010

Mark Gavoor: Haiku [1]

Smashed
Out of my mind
I think of you
And you
And you
And you
But mostly you

Thursday, April 30, 2009

Mark Gavoor: Anniversary Message


In Honor of the Armenian Poetry Project
& it's Founder Lola Koundakjian


Armenians always hear the voices
Echoing from the past
The long gone past, the recent past
The voices of what once were
And live still in the hearts of readers
Of both west 'irs' or east 'oums'
Uz'old words only heard in church
Or even our new native tongues

We hear the echoes of the past
Reflected in the mirror you hold
Speaking the past into bits and bytes
Echoing across the internet globe
Podcast into the Armenian ears
Shushan in Tehran
In Boston, Melbourne, Paris
Garnig in Gumri
In Vienna, Sao Paolo too
We see the white cap of our mountain
Drink from the untainted springs
Laugh in villages that are... no more

Thursday, June 07, 2007

Mark Gavoor: Your Birthday Poem

It is not possible
To write the poem of you,
Since the you of you
Permeates the me of me
Creating the
Coital spider of us

It is not possible
To write the poem of you,
I am too consumed
Scribbling with
My penal pen filled
With invisible ink
In the velvety vaginal
Book of you

It is not possible
To write the poem of you,
Since I get lost in the
Thought, dream, psychosis
In the reverie, image, reflection
Of loving you

It is not possible
To write the poem of you,
For no poet can capture
That which has no bounds
No definition, no limits
In the core of the brain
Base of the spine
Ventricular aortic joy
Of loving you

It is not possible
To write the poem of you,
As the words
Might spontaneously
Combust these pages

It is not possible
To write the poem of you,
Because brain functions
Cease at these
Emotional depths

It is not possible
To write the poem of you,
As it would be a waste of time
Since no one else would
Ever, no how, know way
In Heaven or hell or
Other places, possibly
Conceive of this level of passion,
From the likes of us

It is not possible
To write the poem of you,
Because good poems
Demand the loss,
Absence, erosion,
Deterioration and general
Decay of love

Copyright Mark Gavoor
August 14, 2001
Miami

Thursday, May 03, 2007

Mark Gavoor: Visitation for Diana Der Hovanessian

to the poet's home
across harvard yard
anticipation meeting
with the daughter of
my grandfather's friend,
a pilgrimage to see
to learn, absorb the
aura of her way

to the poet's home
a tea august afternoon
of melon and madeleines
(bought just for me)
discussing words
and ironies of
working in our
new native tongue

to the poet's home
that ordered clutter
of books and words
in stacks and shelves
a stark and rich
canonical equilibrium
of perfect entropy
balance and awe

to the poet's home...


Copyright Mark Gavoor, October 1986