Poems

Your call is not important to us

By Forrest Orser

October 14, 2023,
Poetry Erratic #2
If we cared about your call
we would have hired a person to answer the phone.
But we don’t care…
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Balance

By Forrest Orser

April 15, 2023,
Poetry Pause
Fall 1997,
The Cormorant
I can’t get
my ceiling fixed;
I don’t have time
to do my laundry…
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The zed poem

By Forrest Orser

Summer/Fall 2010,
The Nashwaak Review
There are so many zeds in his life it’s zany.
He is using a zoom lens
when he happens to zoom in on a woman
who is zestfully unzipping her…
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Back from Jamaica

By Forrest Orser

Summer/Fall 2010,
The Nashwaak Review
I just got back from Jamaica.
There it’s hot and sunny — here it’s cold and icy.
Last night,
I walked in the sand…
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Wal-Mart death

By Forrest Orser

Spring 2010,
The Antigonish Review
By dawn on Nov. 28, 2008,
the day after American Thanksgiving,
there were 2,000 shoppers outside the Wal-Mart
in Valley Stream, Long Island….
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Where was James Bond born?

By Forrest Orser

Summer 2009,
The Antigonish Review
In a gazebo in Jamaica, Ian Fleming wrote the James Bond books.
He’d start his day by taking the 36 steps down the cliff to his beach….
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The Nonymous Poems

By Forrest Orser

2009,
Nonymous
Everyone feels
hurt
and lonely
and lost.
You’re not the only one…
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Cheeseburger yourself

By Forrest Orser

Spring 1997,
The Cormorant
You’re going to cheeseburger yourself to death.
You’re going to French fry until you die.
Some salad would be your salvation…
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