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A Verse to You



I need to aspirate
My depressionate
My homework ate
My dog
Isis seeks its caliphate
In world of hate and sate
Where fools still believe that fate
Rules all
Everything happens for a reason, they say
When every reason is its own happen
Better to talk about Bette Davis
Better to watch ladybug aphids
Better to ignore monsters from the Ids
And muse on lovely words like katydid
Human brutes square roots itís all moot
Rugs pulled all fooled ego ruled
Species fail garbage pail full
Of symphonies and poems and thoughts of home
Long gone.
----Charles Bogle


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who passed away Aug. 19, 2011, was a much loved Los Angeles poet, and one of the most prolific. Words flowed from him, absent of guile, rife with heart, metaphor (often having to do with great movies), and comedy. He was a fixture at one of the last independent bookstores in L.A., Dutton's in Brentwood, for over twenty years. He was my friend since high school, and contributed poems to this website gratis. My tribute to Scott here. The L.A. Times obituary here. More here. ---Rip Rense
(sketch by Michael Paul.)



pilotcrunch.jpg (11560 bytes)K. RENSE is in the tradition of classic poetic language both ornate and simple. He has an abiding love of nature,  endless wit (and wits' end.) The status of his long-in-the-works novel, "Rushes," in which a man sets out to determine if he was once a fish, is unknown. (drawings by Rip Rense.)


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CHARLES BOGLE (pictured with Elvis), whose last name means "a goblin who only harms liars and murderers," was a drinking buddy of W.C. Fields. He is not a poet, although he occasionally pretends to be.

All poems reproduced here are copywronged to the arthurs and may not be reproduced without ripe persimmons.


Put Your Landing Lights On, I Wanna Come Back Down To Earth
Radioactivity in the Lunch Boxes of the Poor
All The Berlin Walls
Debutantes With Broke Down Teeth
In the Tired End of Town
The Bleeding Newsroom
The Hold Desk
Empathy Hoedown
May I Take Your Hat?
Enduring Prey
Strange Food Hoedown
Oblivion Highway Orchestra Rehearsal
Gypsies All
Someday I'll/Raise Your Everlovin'
Gov't. in My Cereal
The Hardest Hours
Some Dust Bowl, Some Champange/Accident Cathedral
Dancing Shrapnel Hoedown (for 2004)
Shrapnel for Everyone/Mustard Gas on a Kaiser
The Straightjackets Do Not Hold
A Pint of Whiskey Will Get You Through Part Five
Bongo Cathedral

For Bob the Cat, My Friend
The Long Playing Short End of Things
The Decider
Last Call 2
Where The Rivers Run


K. Rense
Oil Poem
Holiday Cheers
If I Could Be Just Anything
And Raindrops Kiss the Gentle Brow
I Sat Upon a Shoreline Rock

Islets of Langerhans
Lawyer's Lament
Birthday Cheer!
Nothing New


Il Perche Non So
happy to glad to dying to
Let's Dance
Better Off
Poem for 2008 (But Then)
Poem for 2007
Poem for 2006
Poem for 2005 (Get The Feeling)
Poem for 2004 (Now This)
Poem for 2003
Poem for 2002
Poem for 2001
Election Poem '08
Palin Rap
Work of Art
Round The Bend
Hunter The Headless Thompson Gunner


Bert the Cat (for Terry)
The Sorting Hat Speaks
The House
Words Fail Me
No Madder The Hatter
Dickens Street
The Accumulated Knowing
Full of Stars
Out on a Limb
Noble Ubu
The Condoleeza Conga
Pig People
Joe Shinn is Turning Sixty
Scraping Illusion off of Ilusion
Memory of a Dream
Between a Pixie and the Sun
Poem for Jerry Garcia
Birthday poem

Rhyme for the Season