The poetry, stories and intrigues of C.J. Brenner

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Capricorn Delighted

CAPRICORN DELIGHTED

Sleeve in the
Bedroom of
Solace
I do wish to
Ready you
In the
Morning
As rusty
Eagles press
Their beaks
To the
Fire in the
Suns light

Loom of Sap

LOOM OF SAP

Faithful surprise
I suppose you might
Be orthodox
In the best of ways
But what about
The smile you
Forgot to
Smile
When I smiled
At you and said
Hello

Firehydrant of Plenty

FIREHYDRANT OF PLENTY

Good hope to
The state
I do believe
It is with
Great honor
That you might
Be well
Versed in
What we need
But why are you
Missing a good
Ear for
Friendship

Race to Earn Grades

RACE TO EARN GRADES

Greedy lunatic of the
First year of College
Classes
Did you not realize
That your life
Is spent in
Study on a
Daily basis
And that not every
Hour of your
Existence from
Day 1
Is meant to be
Behind the book
With pens in hand
And smug look
Upon your lips
When you
Go to a
College
And meet
The freedom you
So much
Deserve
For your
High School
Years of
Agony

Crayons Again

CRAYONS AGAIN

Red and
Grey
I did buy myself
A new book of poetry
That is of yesteryear
But I smell
The blue and white
Of tomorrow
In its
Pages

Bagels and Toast

BAGELS AND TOAST

Ghost of reason
I do protest
That what was
Yours in the
Mind of
Symptoms about
Jealousy
I do now
Own for
Your own
Blessing
A new
Handshake
That gives wealth
To the innocent
But starves
The headless
With a
Hatchet
Of
Happiness that
Can not be
Traded or
Bartered
For another persons
Butter dish

Wordless

WORDLESS

Writers block
Like an apple in an orchard
Only seems fruitless
If it is bothered
In the mind of
A wretched
Lifeless molecule
That hatches into
The infirm
Reality
That words are not
Plentiful
But only
Your ego
That must dispell itself
Into a new
Place that
Perhaps you might want to
Visit
But who really cares
What you said
When the world is
Round
And the carrots
Exist aplenty
To allure
The child
Into a
Deep abyss
That is where
Your words
Touch me
Not

Move Over Pixels

MOVE OVER PIXELS

Internet
Of the
Partly sunny
Generation
Surely you
Might offer
Me a
New
Challenge
As I dry my
Online
Desire to
Challenge the
Standing
Philosophy of
The day
That what was once
A bean
Is no longer
A bean
But is
More like
A
Daffodil
That must bloom
If it is
Going to shine
In your
Cancerous
Elevated
Self Esteem
That you get
From
Being
Anonymous
In a
Chat room

Justice in the Twilight

JUSTICE IN THE TWILIGHT

I put my foot
In the
Great deep
That exists
In a
Cyber space
Dream that I
Must say
Exists only
For the
Perfection of
A new
Light
That enshrines
The orthodox
Of the
Party
That can not
Be seen
In
Twilights
Last
Ribbon

Monday, January 24, 2011

Fools money

FOOLS MONEY

Feeler of the
Beacon of
Light in
Your
Small
Mind of
Carnivorous
Habits in
Seeking
Exploitation of
Beneficience
I do
Still remember
Your most
Famous words
In my
Year

Bullet Dismay

BULLET DISMAY

Placer of
Peace signs
In my
Facebook
Archives
I do think that
Wonders exist
To bestill the mind
But honor
Is due
To those
Diligent
With the poetry
Of the pen

Law Graduate

LAW GRADUATE

Broker of
Spent
Evenings
In the library
I miss your
Evil laugh
As you repeal
The smile
In the face of
Indecency
That perhaps
You have
Spent those hours
Combating
In the still
Of the night
In the light
Of the day
And in the
Recess of your
Happy mind
Though I dont
See you
Yet in the
Front Pages
Of our
Life
You still
Make me laugh

Calling Card

CALLING CARD

Beacon of Light
I do profess
It might be your
Year when
The life of
Truth
Shines in
The faucet
Of inhumanity
For the first time
And turns off
The flow
Of
A
Sincere
Distant
Mind
From the
Laughter of
Their
Lies to
My friendship and
My ears

Parting Words

PARTING WORDS

Mistletoe in the
Forest of my
Beacon of
Hope
I miss your
Eggnog
But didnt
Say a word
When you slipped
Out of your
Daily smile
And into
The darkness of
My memory
That has not
Been refreshed

A Drink Too Many

A DRINK TOO MANY

Butterfinger of the
Rose garden
I did like your
Grin
Although you
Missed the
Circle when
You went to
Light your match
On the headlights
Of your
Smile

Alive Without a Cause

ALIVE WITHOUT A CAUSE

Frankenstein in
Jeopardy
Where was it
That I missed the
Mark as I
Stole
Second base
And lifted your
Head up
To see the
Best that
Leadership might
Bring to a
Lowly
Weasel that
Smokes
Cigarettes
In the front pages
Of your mind

No Harm in Batting Poorly

NO HARM IN BATTING POORLY

Indigent baseball player
I see you wisely
I asked you for
Friendship
And you ignored
My better
Hits
Into the
Rose garden of
Life
As you left the
Field
And wasted away
Into oblivion
Without a
Smile from
Above

Sayonara Toady of the Peach Garden

SAYONARA TOADY OF THE PEACH GARDEN

Maker of
Brushes in the
Backyard
Front gate
And sidewalk
Of my yesteryear
I miss your
Dignity
But observe
Today you
Wish to
Excommunicate
The smile
I once had
To offer

Sincere Amigo

SINCERE AMIGO

What was it
That swallowed
Your pride
As you
Smiled for
The cameras
But elicited no
Happiness for
Our daily
Excitement
I miss your
Memory
But havent
Seen your
Heart

Disciple of the Board Room

DISCIPLE OF THE BOARD ROOM

Thrower of
Parties in my
College years
I suppose you have
Grown to a
Leader among
The elite
But what about
Your glass
Half full
Did you fill
Up on honor
Or are you still
Baking your
Soul into
Misery

Derby Town

DERBY TOWN

Black Fedora
In the back of
My mind
What did you say
About the
Life you
Answered
With
Hope and
Prejudice
For none

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Smoking in the Dark

SMOKING IN THE DARK

Firefly of the night
What do you see your
Life ascribed to do
Do you ascend to
Royalty
Or do you
Descend to
Private affairs
I do wish you might
Bless us with
A light in
The dark

Friday, January 21, 2011

Sincere Friend

SINCERE FRIEND

Phantom of the
Deep miles
Of the
Human mind
I do profess
That there is a
Wombat
That likes to
Eat
Barley and
Rye
But
Asks for
An
Amulet of
Poetry

Luxury Hotels

LUXURY HOTELS

Piecemeal
There was
More of a
Bacon gun
That shot
Amulets of
Poetry
But asked
For
Orchestras
Of
Pain

Friends of luxury

FRIENDS OF LUXURY

Crusty vinegar
Salespeople
Dine in the
Recesses of
The heart
Of the one
Who eats
Pastrami
But asks for
Mulch

To My Despised Compatriot

TO MY DESPISED COMPATRIOT

Jubilant
Heros
In a
Taste of
Frenzy
Do in fact
Elicit
Sadistic
Deeds
From a
Bacon spitting
Gun
Of
Envy

Salad Garden

SALAD GARDEN

Horticulture
In pavement
That decorates
Our
Dinner table
With a fork
Spoon
And Knife
Finds its way
Into our
Mouths
With
Eaves
Of
Plain

Grapes Away

GRAPES AWAY

Orange catapults
In a
Orchard of
Trees
That hang low
But see the sun
Distances itself
From the
Way of
The
Winter
Sun

Silence of the Yarn

SILENCE OF THE YARN

A weaver
In a dungeon
Does in fact
Bestill the
Facts of his
Prosecution
In a jar
Of applesauce
That really tastes
Like
Vinegar

Gold Diggers Fortune

GOLD DIGGERS FORTUNE

Spots of
Flavor
Dotted the lips
Of the
Gold digger
In his
Daily enclave
Of poetry
That is
Not befitting
For
Human
Consumption

Hiding the Television Set

HIDING THE TELEVISION SET

The Absence of
Images
In a world
So torn
By violence
Only speaks
To bestill
That you really
Do not regard
Intense leadership
As a token of
Your daily
Life

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Blood Libel in the news

BLOOD LIBEL IN THE NEWS

Dining on the liver
I prophesised a day
Might come that we
Might all
Investigate the
Friendship we have
With Sarah Palin
Burp
Excuse me

Yellow Delight

YELLOW DELIGHT

Daffodil
Where did you go
Was there a home for you
In the month of May
I did esteem
That life was best
When your head
Was peeking through
The very
Earth

Santa Comes in June

SANTA COMES IN JUNE

Leslie so just
What was the name
Of the last time
We met
And asked for
Triumph over
The daily job
That we must
Prepare to
Endure
On the planet
Mars

Leadership Among Us

LEADERSHIP AMONG US

German girl
With the german name
Was there anyone
More proper
Than your name
When we were children
And played
With toys that
Did not spell
The name of
Our
Faces

Making No Sound in Life

MAKING NO SOUND IN LIFE

Daphne of the day
Where did you
Put that
Bale of hay
That we used to
Dance in
Was it
A place of
Honor
Or did you
Walk away
From a
Fortune

Calling Collect

CALLING COLLECT

Jennifer so
Stong
Did you wake
Into a
Sea
Of pleasure
Or was the
Turtle in your
Mind
On fire
And waiting
For a
Day when
It would
Rain

Money Up

MONEY UP

Diamonds in a
Hailstorm
From the planet
Mars
Do we
Eat supper
In the graveyard
Of our successes
Or did we
Dine out

Bitachon

BITACHON

Journey again
In a loss of
Words
Do we search for
Poetry to produce
But only
We have tea
With a
Creator
Who loves us
But says
No words for you
Today

Computer Dreams

COMPUTER DREAMS

Goose in the oven
A dime in the bank
Where is the
Ocean
When we need
More Fish

Unheard Of

Unheard Of

Fire again
In a flame
Of strawberries
Did we really
Stay home
In the years of
Our prosperity
And write
Poetry

Underwater Again

UNDERWATER AGAIN

Seller of
Pearls
Do you
Enjoy the
Gleam in the
Eyes of
The luxuriant
Or do you
Just hate
Clams

Bottoms Up

BOTTOMS UP

Bottom of
Paradise
Were you lined
In jewels
Or just
Encrusted
With talent

Silky Eyes

Silky Eyes

Green grape fruit
In the eyes of
A logger
From Mars
Is there
Anyone
More special
than your
Silky
Sweater?

Monday, January 17, 2011

Generous Large Bowled Pipe

My new pipe that I am keeping.  This one is named Journey (like the band).  His bowl is huge. If I filled it up totally, I'd smoke for an hour or so.  Too long really. I feel like a cornhusker with this pipe and its straight stem.  I think I will talk to Journey about money when smoking.  I had to return the one previously noted named Hugo.  He had a very large bowl too.   But he just seemed to be poor quality.  So Journey it is for now.

Friday, January 14, 2011

Table for Messy People

TABLE FOR MESSY PEOPLE

Ace of hearts
Oh where do you go
When I place my whiskey
Down on
The ramp
Of a better year
That must be blessed
With anchovy pizza
In a headstorm
Of ideas
That display
Full satisfaction
For their daily
Smartness

Gazing Upward

GAZING UPWARD

Starlight
Oh so distinct
Do I enter my home
In a smiling happy
Frame of mind
As I have viewed your
Ambassador to
Eternity

Guns and Sickness don't mix

GUNS AND SICKNESS DON'T MIX

Yellow gold
In tempests of
Steel
Does in fact
Error
In the hands
Of the
Enemy

Temptation Anonymous

TEMPTATION ANONYMOUS

Indigo tulips
In a maze of
Gold
Find themselves
In our daily
Diet
But only if
You smoke
A
Good
Cigar

Moment of Silence

MOMENT OF SILENCE

Patience
Bestills a
Totally
Destructive
Being but
What about the
Carnations that
Bless our
Heart in the
Silence of
Silence

Justice Again

JUSTICE AGAIN

Sprouts in an
Insipid
Tender
Enclave
Do pray
In famous
Moccasins that
Endure no
Feet of
Pain

Silence Before the Storm

SILENCE BEFORE THE STORM

Broccoli in a
Floral basket
In the eye
Of a storm
Practices a
Benevolence
Of a
Thousand
Eggshells
All falling
From a lofty
Perch

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Burning Embers

BURNING EMBERS

Astonished again
A parrot reveals
That there is
A poet in the future
But only an
Ashtray of
Embers in the
Past

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Chapman, my pipe that I enjoy

Meet my new pipe, Hugo

My pipe that I bought a week ago now has a friend.  Meet Hugo.  I bought him online and am expecting him in a week or so.

UPDATE 11/17/11- Sorry to say, Hugo wasnt what I had hoped to find in a pipe. He's going back to the store.
UPDATE AGAIN 11/18/11.   Well, It looks like Hugo made the cut.  I broke Hugo in today.  I was going to send him back, but further inspection, its a good pipe.  Now I have a 3 pipe collection.  Well the pipe smoker in the store did tell me that you should have 3 pipes anyhow.  Hugo makes me feel like a writer.  Perhaps like Hemmingway when I smoke the pipe.   So hes my new pipe as well. 

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

I know them by their eyes

Lets be a little bit poetic.  Here is a list of many people I have known of in my lifetime.  I'll tell you what their eyes appear to be:

Moses=  tie clip eyes
Ronald Reagan= corn husker eyes
Bob Hope= cotton candy eyes
Sarah Palin= eagle claw eyes
Aaron= crayola eyes
Ezekiel= black hole eyes
Jonah= coal mine eyes
Mark Twain= Bermuda Triangle eyes
Shakespeare= Bumble bee eyes
Earnest Hemmingway= Dirt stick eyes

Monday, January 10, 2011

Watching the Soul

WATCHING THE SOUL

Dusk to dawn
Or is it
Dawn to dusk
Do I care if I smile
At noon
Or if its midnight
Before the
Day is won
And the logs are
On the fire
Of success

Liberty Lost

LIBERTY LOST

Putting on the ritz
In a column of
Prosperity
But distance yourself
From the
One or others
Who buy your
Book
But toss it
In their
Bathroom

Grateful Dead Fans

GRATEFUL DEAD FANS

Dancing with the theives
Starts to
Improve your mind
But eat with the elves
The day is spend
Happily
In the presence of
Friends

Cyclones Ahead

CYCLONES AHEAD

Distancing yourself
From the aces
That take their place
In your mood
Doesn't equip you
To fight
Tomorrow
What you thought
Was yours to conquer
Yesterday

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Saturdays Messiah

SATURDAYS MESSIAH

Rodents dwell
In pastures
Though there may be
Thousands of
Elite leaders like
You
Your censorship of
Decency is
Mixed with
Trust that you
Never will
Find

Saturday, January 8, 2011

Pipe smoking

PIPE SMOKING

Burning
Tobacco
So that is
What they say
Never enjoy
If longevity is your
Aim
But I do
Say that
Life is well
Lived
Standing up
And
Lighting a
Flame

Your friendly poet

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

New Swords

NEW SWORDS

Electric hope
In a
Sword of
Success
Did in fact
Inspire
A magnitude of
Blessings
Though I
Must digress
The
Basket was
Only
Butter

Acumen

ACUMEN

Tidal waves
Of
Passion
Slip
Into the
Abyss
As a
Microsurgeon
Passes his time
In fleeting
Graces
Of
Prosperity

Examination of Ordinances

EXAMINATION OF ORDINANCES

Try to
Speak
Once in
Light of
The taxes you
Pay
Daily
In the
Extremes
Of fascination
That endures
A new
Generation
And basks
Its daily
Friendship
In your
Soul