Poetry – Peter Murmann

Enjoy my reflections on the world

AI wrote this poem

by: PeterJanuary 17, 2023

I gave the chatgpt3 AI toll these three words “morning coffee poem,” and it came back with this poem: Morning coffee, black and strong A aroma that wakes me up The warmth of the cup in my hand A ritual that never gets old. A sip, a taste, a moment of peace As the world outside starts to [Read More]

Books, Poetry

Poem “House Made of Evening Light” and others by N. Scott Momaday

by: PeterJanuary 8, 2023

Words are names. To write a poem is to practice a naming ceremony. These figures moving in my rhyme, Who are they? Death, and Death’s dog, time. [Read More]

Books, Poetry

Two poems: Daily I fall in love with …

by: PeterSeptember 14, 2021

First Poem: “Daily I Fall In Love With Waitresses” by Elliot Fried Daily I fall in love with waitresses with their white bouncing name tags and white rubber shoes. I love how they bend over tables pouring coffee. Their perky breasts hover above potatoes like jets coming in to LAX hang above the suburbs— shards of broken stars. I feel their fingers roughened by cube steaks [Read More]

Books, Diary, Poetry, Politics

Stunning Inauguration Poem by 22-year-old Amanda Gorman

by: PeterJanuary 20, 2021

Click on picture to watch “The Hill we Climb”. Transcript below Mr. President, Dr. Biden, Madam Vice President, Mr. Emhoff, Americans, and the world: When day comes, we ask ourselves, where can we find light in this never-ending shade? The loss we carry, a sea we must wade. We’ve braved the belly of the beast. We’ve learned that quiet

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Books, Poetry

Walt Whitman Poem – Who Learns My Lesson Complete

by: PeterFebruary 7, 2018

WHO learns my lesson complete? Boss and journeyman and apprentice? . . . . churchman and atheist? The stupid and the wise thinker . . . . parents and offspring . . . . merchant and clerk and porter and customer . . . . editor, author, artist and schoolboy? Draw nigh and commence, It [Read More]