Pete's Poetry

Incline

Posted by Peter Liptak in My Travels, The East

I remember following up the long incline
Of cement stairs
Along the steep sided alleyway
To the peak of our expression
And the open expanse…

Nov.24

Goodbye Lass

Posted by Peter Liptak in The Irish Rain

The falling notes rose,
My spirits,
A jig of Irish tunes,
Danced
And I walked on down the road.

Nov.24

Ireland

Posted by Peter Liptak in My Travels, The Irish Rain

A quiet hold in her notes
Rises smoke soft
From earthen fairy mounds
And bogs and rivers
To raise our spirit…

Nov.24

Sirens of Laughter

Posted by Peter Liptak in The Irish Rain

What of the original eleven?
Ten riders lost in the swells of intemperate sea
Only one remains:

I stand
cliff edged.
A boatsman edging close,
to the cleaving line…

Nov.24

satisfaction

Posted by Peter Liptak in A little Burst o Truth, Death and Chocolate, Poems

Will we ever find satisfaction
with our situation,
with ourselves, with others?
Send me a scrap, a slice, a morsel,
a moment of peace, a piece of pleasure,
a hint of happiness,
even fleeting fragments of fulfillment,
send me a smattering of satisfaction.
The Stones’ sad assertion…
shouting submission to darkness
be damned! I can.
I can.