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POEMS AND FLEETING THOUGHTS: THE COMING STORM

As I look out the window, the darkened sky predicts the approaching storm. The remnants of the last weather event are nearly gone, but no one is sure of the power of this one.  Here are my thoughts while I await.

 

A pregnant sky looms,

Soon the landscape

Will change.

Altered by nature’s course,

Solitude created.

February 8, 2016 at 9:37 pm 1 comment

POEMS AND FLEETING THOUGHTS: THE SERENE

I envy serene church goers

Never doubting, never questioning

What they’re told

Oblivious of the deeper truth

They fit into the mold.

February 5, 2016 at 7:50 pm 1 comment

POEMS AND FLEETING THOUGHTS: PAST GLORY

As I age

Past small accomplishments

Thought meaningless

Take on new life.

January 30, 2016 at 8:22 pm 1 comment

POEMS AND FLEETING THOUGHTS: TINY LIVES

Their ghosts rise

And no one listens

As they ask, “Why?”

January 29, 2016 at 10:30 pm 2 comments

POEMS AND FLEETING THOUGHTS: AMMUNITION

They buy a mass the deadly rounds

And no one seems to notice

The anger deep within their eyes

Mass death is in their purpose.

January 28, 2016 at 9:19 pm 3 comments

POEMS AND RANDOM THOUGHTS: SNOW

I wrote this poem some years ago.  I drag it out every winter at the appropriate time. for those of us on the East Coast, this is the right time.

This poem was inspired by Edgar Allan Poe’s, The Bells.

 

THE SNOW

 

 

 

See the delicate snowflakes fall,

Falling, falling, falling.

Whitening the earth, awaiting below,

Falling, falling, falling.

 

See the mounds of glittering white,

Building, building, building.

As they hide the ground from sight,

Building, building, building.

 

See the ceaseless falling snow,

Falling, falling, falling.

Will it stop, no one quite knows,

Falling, falling, falling.

 

See the drifts accumulate,

Building, building, building.

My longing for spring will no longer wait,

Building, building, building.

 

SEE THE DAMNED WHITE BLANKET GROW,

HIDING, HIDING, HIDING.

MY CAR, MY LAWN, ALL I KNOW,

HIDING, HIDING, HIDING.

 

SEE MY MADNESS, MY URGE TO KILL,

GROWING, GROWING, GROWING,

CROSS MY PATH, AND I’LL DO YOU ILL,

SMILING, SMILING, SMILING.

 

 

 

January 22, 2016 at 10:55 pm 2 comments

POEMS AND RANDOM THOUGTS: SNOWI wrote this poem some years ago. Every winter since, I drag it out of the right time. For those of us on the East Coast, now is the right time. This poem was inspired by Edgar Allan Poe’s, The Bells. THE SNOW See the delicate snowflakes fall, Falling, falling, falling. Whitening the earth, awaiting below, Falling, falling, falling. See the mounds of glittering white, Building, building, building. As they hide the ground from sight, Building, building, building. See the ceaseless falling snow, Falling, falling, falling. Will it stop, no one quite knows, Falling, falling, falling. See the drifts accumulate, Building, building, building. My longing for spring will no longer wait, Building, building, building. SEE THE DAMNED WHITE BLANKET GROW, HIDING, HIDING, HIDING. MY CAR, MY LAWN, ALL I KNOW, HIDING, HIDING, HIDING. SEE MY MADNESS, MY URGE TO KILL, GROWING, GROWING, GROWING, CROSS MY PATH, AND I’LL DO YOU ILL, SMILING, SMILING, SMILING. I wrote this poem some years ago. Every winter since, I drag it out of the right time. For those of us on the East Coast, now is the right time. This poem was inspired by Edgar Allan Poe’s, The Bells. THE SNOW See the delicate snowflakes fall, Falling, falling, falling. Whitening the earth, awaiting below, Falling, falling, falling. See the mounds of glittering white, Building, building, building. As they hide the ground from sight, Building, building, building. See the ceaseless falling snow, Falling, falling, falling. Will it stop, no one quite knows, Falling, falling, falling. See the drifts accumulate, Building, building, building. My longing for spring will no longer wait, Building, building, building. SEE THE DAMNED WHITE BLANKET GROW, HIDING, HIDING, HIDING. MY CAR, MY LAWN, ALL I KNOW, HIDING, HIDING, HIDING. SEE MY MADNESS, MY URGE TO KILL, GROWING, GROWING, GROWING, CROSS MY PATH, AND I’LL DO YOU ILL, SMILING, SMILING, SMILING.

I wrote this poem some years ago.

Every winter since, I drag it out of the right time.

For those of us on the East Coast, now is the right time.

This poem was inspired by Edgar Allan Poe’s, The Bells.

 

THE SNOW

 

 

See the delicate snowflakes fall,

Falling, falling, falling.

Whitening the earth, awaiting below,

Falling, falling, falling.

 

See the mounds of glittering white,

Building, building, building.

As they hide the ground from sight,

Building, building, building.

 

See the ceaseless falling snow,

Falling, falling, falling.

Will it stop, no one quite knows,

Falling, falling, falling.

 

See the drifts accumulate,

Building, building, building.

My longing for spring will no longer wait,

Building, building, building.

 

SEE THE DAMNED WHITE BLANKET GROW,

HIDING, HIDING, HIDING.

MY CAR, MY LAWN, ALL I KNOW,

HIDING, HIDING, HIDING.

 

SEE MY MADNESS, MY URGE TO KILL,

GROWING, GROWING, GROWING,

CROSS MY PATH, AND I’LL DO YOU ILL,

SMILING, SMILING, SMILING.

 

 

 

January 22, 2016 at 10:38 pm Leave a comment

POEMS AND FLEETING THOUGHTS

I’m beginning yet another category, the title above.

My life is changing, and feelings run through my brain.  Sometimes slight, observations of the world around and at times personal.  For better or for worse, I want to reveal my soul.

 

CHANGING LIFE

You grew remote

Slowly, never noticed

In thirty years.

 

I, less than perfect

Took the route of drink and acceptance

As the separation increased.

 

Separate lives

Lived together for a time.

Finally we separate

With little change.

 

Yet life goes on,

Remembering better days,

Remembering unequal love.

 

 

 

 

January 5, 2016 at 8:59 pm 2 comments

WE REMEMBER

It is estimated that between 50 and 200 people jumped from the World Trade Center towers on 9/11.  Marked forever in our memory will be the vision of them falling.  Who can put themselves in the thought process that went into that decision and the conditions under which it was made?  They did not chose death.  They were murdered.

This poem is dedicated to those poor souls and all lives claimed that fateful day.

JUMPERS

They were like birds flying,

Leaping from flaming windows,

No wings to purchase air,

No hope of flying home.

They were like birds flying,

Tumbling in twos, alone,

Flashing by in a smoke-filled sky

While crowds watched in horror.

They were like birds flying

Flights, imprinting the nation’s memory.

They were like omens flying,

Carrying us into a world of fear.

September 11, 2015 at 5:46 pm 2 comments

Millie’s Eyes

I look into Millie’s eyes

And undying love shines through,

Unconditional love,

True love.

 

I look into Millie’s eyes

And devotion shines through,

No matter what I am

She’ll be mine.

 

I look into Millie’s eyes

And often turn away,

The glare of knowledge

Behind those eyes is frightening.

 

I look into Millie’s eyes

And say ‘I love you’,

And she returns her love

By offering me her paw.

For those who may be interested, there is a picture of Millie under the heading ‘Constant Companion’.

July 1, 2015 at 8:05 pm Leave a comment

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