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Caring’s Mendacity Sonnet

What hurts the most is our attempts to care

Or, more, it is our desire to appear

Like we want to help others to forebear

(& the cruelty of life to forswear)

This protection of our ego’s standing

In the maelstrom of our society

Is a clumsy attempt at demanding

The golden award of propriety

I heard someone say in Paris one time:

“You cannot save both your face and your ass”

The drunk who uttered these sage words sublime

Knew that posh nobility should come last

You have read 12 lines of my thinking rhymed

In which, on my ego, I’ve dropped a dime


Subway Slashing Sonnet

train victim diptych

There are two unfortunate souls right here
The pregnant woman whose young face was slashed
Thinking about being a new mother dear
(& how to keep herself together lashed)

The other’s ridden life’s roller coaster
Hoping the bottom of the descent’s near
When younger, perhaps she was a “toaster”
Angel Dust, Dope: starting with pot & beer

So onto train ventures the mother new
Avoiding she that’s fighting her demons
(Beelzebub says: “don’t let her dis you!”
Sitting elsewhere was what that was seemin’)

Into her bags she reached for the bright shiv
Payback for dis was what she did give

Street Philosopher’s Sonnet

Nights we hung out darkening the corner

Debating our angry impoverished souls

Solving everybody’s problems (but ours)

Getting absolutely none of our goals

We discussed our materialism

How we’d be willing to forgo some things

“Sacrifices” hid our nihilism

So under the streetlights we could take swigs

Our idealism enriches us

With the superiority of youth

Though our western lives have more than enough

We feel obliged to lament third world truth

Street lights shine over ghetto communion

Where Idealists meet in their unions

Garbage Sonnet

Garbage Sonnet 2


My curiosity embellishes

All the detritus of modern living

Seeing waste & litter replenishes

My connection to this great world’s giving


Soberly I realize that life’s junk

Isn’t made for my edification

But In productions’ full caves I spelunk

I’m mesmerized by litter’s invention


Thank you god for these moments with garbage

Your detritus sings me a secret song

Though litter’s capitalism’s carnage

It’s also the charged tea leaves divining


The litter we stream behind us in space

Is the comet’s tail: our visible trace 

History’s Victims Sonnet

History’s Victims’ Sonnet 

History’s victims loiter in my mind

Passing paper bagged bottles back and forth

Saying dangerous things that aren’t that kind

Angry words felt, to try to find due north

These no-where drunkards pontificate on

Discussing their failed loser ideas

Under the street light of victor’s great fun

Like school yard “talking story’s” a career

Still, I cannot evict them from their dreams

Of worth, value and righteous justice

Though I’m told they’re players on losing teams

There’s a nobility in their roughness

The true American soul loves losers

‘Cause we know that’s who god really chooses

Cancer Caught Mom (November 28th, 2013)

 Image 38. My mom is dying/
As we all will do one day/
No words can explain/
39. I’m proud to hers/
Sharing eccentricities/
That I’ve learned to love/
40. My mom’s shortcomings/
Are paradoxically her/
Greatest life assets/
41. Our frugality/
Is an aesthetic impulse/
Be happy with less/
42. My lack of tact is/
From her honest directness/
& clear sightedness/
43. I love my mother/
Filled with salty opinions/
(She never judged me)/
44. This slow motion death/
Offers a chance to tell her/
If I haven’t yet/
45. Love is in doing/
The best that we can today/
In all our actions/
46. I’m my Mother’s Son/
Creative, stingy & shy/
Simply loving life/
47. I’m sad she’s dying/
But so glad that I knew her/
Proud to be her son/
48. She made a diff’rence/
In subtle and small events/
In so many lives/
49. Liabilities/
Every human carries/
Perfection’s just dull/
50. Knowing my mother/
Explains this America/
Accepting all life/

Lyn Gregoire


4. My mother just died/
A Quick and painless finish/
To a good long life/

5. Two days in hospice/
Her life slowly departed/
It was time to go/

6. Feel like a villain/
For not sobbing openly/
But that’s not my style/

7a. Her life, good & long/
Ended quietly without fuss/
Just as it should have/

7b. Her life, good & long/
Ended quietly without fuss/
As she’d have liked it/

8. Mom’s life was human/
Courageous & cowardly/
Just like everyone/

9. Showed me how to live/
When I was just a baby/
& ev’ry day since/

10. She always liked looms/
Weaving one thread at a time/
Making life’s fabric/

11. Didn’t take short cuts/
Enjoyed the road less travelled/
One thread at a time/

12. She took what she found/
Making her world out of it/
So creatively/

13. Not one for drama/
Or any ceremony/
Mom lived quietly/

14. Lived the life she found/
Accepting whatever came/
One day at a time/

15a. There’s something else/
My Mom always saw beauty/
In the worlds she saw/

15b. There’s something else/
My Mom always saw beauty/
In the worlds she made/

16. Each moment a thread/
To weave the broadcloth of life/
Slowly & surely/

17. Life’s fabric wasn’t/
Some mass produced perfection/
But a live matrix/

18. Life’s tangled matrix/
Looks diff’rently to each soul/
From their perspective/

19. My mom saw living/
As fortune’s strange privilege/
Bestowed randomly/


20. Mom finished her walk/
Among physical beings/
She walks with G_d now/

21. Eternity came/
To carry my Mom’s burdens/
Though they were quite light/

22a. How can I thank her/
For my entire existence/
She deserves much more/

22b. I can not thank her/
For my entire existence/
She deserves much more/

23. Those walks in the snow/
Down streets, lanes, paths & alleys:/
She showed me beauty/

24. I hope you can see/
The beauty of innocence/
My Mom always saw/

25. Talking to her friend/
I learned she was not naïve/
(Chose to see life’s best)/

26. I share her world view:/
Look for the best in people/
Life’s better that way/

27a. It’s better to be/
Naïve than cynical so/
You live in Hope’s world/

27b. It’s better to be/
Gullible than cynical/
You live in Hope’s world/

28. We make our own worlds/
Our attitudes create lives/
That we inhabit/

29. My Mother taught me/
To see all the world’s beauty/
From my own essence/

30. So my Mom is gone/
We will converse no longer/
But she’ll never leave/

31. Mom taught me enough:/
I can enjoy creation/
With her faithful eye/

32. Her goodness taught me:/
Enjoy this life we’re given/
There is nothing more/