Posts filed under ‘poem’
POEMS AND FLEETING THOUGHTS: PAST GLORY
As I age
Past small accomplishments
Thought meaningless
Take on new life.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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’.
DRAGON EGGS, A CHILDRENS’ POEM SERIES
I don’t know how or why this began, but it’s a series of children’s poems with more to follow.
If you know my writing you will know this is most out of character. In fact, in the near future I shall post the first chapter of a novel, fully written and currently being edited, which goes beyond horrific. For now, please enjoy these poems.
DRAGON EGGS
Dragon eggs, though very small
Will yield a beast surprisingly tall.
All it takes is a safe wet abode
To yield a monster oh so bold.
So if you find their eggs, it would set the world a shiver
With the awesome possibility the beast may someday deliver.
But if it’s near the dawn of the day
Take your find, then straight away
Invite your friends, but tell not what you found
And create a huge omelet to go around.
DRAGON EGG OMELET
You’ve made your omelet,
A massive omelet
With good things deep inside,
Your friends all joined
But now they’re gone
Perhaps you better hide.
For left alone
To clean the kitchen
What is that smell of burning?
The ground is shaking, thump, thump, thump,
For company now you’re yearning.
A roar does sound
A mighty roar
And things fall off the wall,
A flame roars past the window,
Should 911 you call?
The house grows hot,
So very hot
A huge eye peers the window,
Seeking the eggs she made with love
The dragon’s come to find you.
DRAGON’S DISCOVERY
She roars a voice
A mighty voice
The tell you of her anger.
You’ve done her harm
A mighty harm
With omelets to your favor.
They were so good
So very good
Good food inside your tummy.
But the dragon roars
A mighty roar,
That isn’t very funny.
She cries, “My kids, my kids are gone,
“Your evil killed my offspring,
“Who will replace me?
“Who will live on?
“What future does your kill bring?”
She weeps a tear,
A mighty tear
That tears your heart asunder,
The thunder roars, a mighty roar
How could you know her sorrow?
She loves her family,
Her now gone family,
Family love she cannot hide,
Her heart is broken, mightily broken,
With sorrow now you cry.
REVISITING MY POEM, PHANTASY
I posted my poem, Phantasy, on poetreecreations.org ( they changed the title) and got a pretty good response so I thought I’d repost it for those new to my blog.
Perhaps you might be induced to check some of my other poems.
First published by New Worlds Unlimited in 1981.
PHANTASY
Sickness pervades this cloistered sphere
this world he calls his own.
Mutterings leap with meanings unclear
crying a message unknown.
Shadowy thoughts revoke the day
God gave his hand, then turned away.
Come see the shell that isn’t a man,
muse at this poor wretched fool.
Look to his eyes a moment and then
Depart his mad vestibule.
Here’s a link to the posting by poetreecreations.org.
http://poetreecreations.org/2014/12/01/fantasy-promote-yourself/#comments
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