The Chimes at Midnight

Poetry, late night musings, and the children of an idle brain

26 November 2010

North Pole Announces Job Cuts, Kringle Appears Before Congress

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A satirical look at the ever deepening financial crisis being felt around the world. (Written: December 2008) WASHINGTON, D.C. – Although su...
06 August 2010

The Metamorphosis...or Not!

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This morning, I intercepted a suicide bomber within an inch of my left foot. Normally, I keep a rolled-up newspaper handy in order to deal ...
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08 July 2010

Sleep No More!

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For Arthur H. Monigold "Macbeth does murder sleep." Alas, I fear, For all his genius, the Bard is mistook. No, it was not the good...
15 June 2010

A Simple Desultory Poem for a Friend

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For Sonia "To make it burn you have to throw yourself in." - Galway Kinnell We are left with only memories, and the bitter pain th...
07 June 2010

Confession, Memo, or Mission Statement?

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Special thanks to Ian Blake Newhem, Cliff Garner, Dan Masterson, Nancy Hazelton, Travis Smith, Kristen Brownell, Annie McDermott, and "...
26 May 2010

There's Nothing More to See Here

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The chalk outline, white against the concrete, Marks the scene of the crime, as a crowd Gathers, like greedy vultures, in the street. “Did s...
19 May 2010

Poets Never Really Die by Suicide

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The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very g...
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12 May 2010

A Simple Word Too Easily Said

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A sonnet for Kristen Brownell L ord, how can so small a word cause such pain? Indeed, the gift becomes too abstract when Words, easily said,...
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01 May 2010

yPad - the Latest Technological Innovation

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Recently, a friend of mine suggested that if a patron of the arts were to bestow upon her an Apple iPad, it would help to "enhance her ...
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22 April 2010

Ethereal

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For “Her” You come to me again, ethereal, in the gathering mist of my slumber, a vision so vivid I reach out to feel the warmth of your skin...
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Bud Koenemund
I am 57 years old, and currently live in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.I began writing my first story while serving in the United States Army.I write poetry, short stories, novels, songs, editorials/opinion pieces, news stories, screenplays, satire, erotica, and anything else that strikes me.At any given time, I have about a dozen writing projects in various stages of completion, and a few more banging around in my head.I get many of my best writing ideas while I'm in bed, driving, showering, or on the toilet; and I keep a pen and paper in all those locations (OK, in the shower I use children's bath crayons on the tiles).Most of the time, I write from inspiration - I've had times when I've written a Shakespearean sonnet during a 15 minute drive, or awakened from a sound sleep, wrote a poem in a few minutes, and then gone back to sleep.Now, on a distasteful, though sadly necessary, note: Unless otherwise noted, quotated, and/or attributed to another author, the works on this page are solely the intellectual property of Bud Koenemund, and as such are protected by copyright.
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