Poems from DE Navarro
David Eric (D.E.) Navarro, author, poet, essayist and editor, is a poet-philosopher of the pure land school of haiku. He is also a clinical research medical writer and copy editor as well as a biblical research scholar and teacher. He moved to Tucson, Arizona in 2018 to finally settle down after 40 years of roaming around the globe. He holds a B.S. in Interdisciplinary Studies (emphasis on arts and humanities) with Purdue University, and has degrees in Communications and Theology.
His love of poetry and the writing arts started at age 8. A collection of his poetry was first published in the 1980 Winter Issue of the Purdue Exponent Literary Edition and many of his poems, essays, and articles have been published in various magazines, venues, and journals ever since, including the NY Literary Magazine, Miracle Magazine, Poetry Festival, and Better Than Starbucks; and in anthologies such as Between Life and Language, Ingram Publishing, 2009, The Black Rose of Winter, Lost Tower Publications, 2014, the Bukowski Erasure Anthology, Silver Birch Press, 2015, and Com-pen-di-um, CA Gallagher, 2016. He is author of 6 volumes of poetry, his latest being A Tree Frog's Eyes: Haiku, Blurb San Francisco, 2020.
He is Founder of NavWorks Press and the Pure Land School of Haiku, and originator of the online We Write Poetry forums where he teaches poetry and haiku and enjoys mentoring new poets and writers. He also did a series of in-person poetry workshops for the public library system in Tuscaloosa, Alabama from 2007-2010. He is very involved in a number of online poetry and haiku groups and communities on various social media.
For more information about his work and to see all the things he is involved in, please see his website at https://www.de-navarro.com. For a list of his books, see his Amazon Author Page at https://www.amazon.com/David-E-Navarro/e/B00H55NBIQ/.
You can be stoic or Mesozoic,Euphoric or prehistoric,A philosophic sage orA hot tropic age yetThe fossils of your past,In the striations...
I’m just so tired of all this ad nebulosityBeing lectured on engine wear and motor oil viscosityBeing told I need drugs for emotional well...
I like the poems of yesteryearThe poems of ‘twas, and yon, and ere,The poems whose ol’ archaic tongueWas in its prime, and lo, e’er young....
Mary had a rack of lambBasting oh so slowAnd everywhere that Mary wentThe rotisserie would goFlocks began to wane and thinThis Mary was a...
When Mother sent me out to playJust in the garden there,I saw a flower in the bedA crimson rose of deepest redI drew my sword, beware....