Posts filed under ‘poem’
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
REVISITING A POEM: SNOW
With winter knocking, no banging, on the door.
With parts of the country already measuring snow in feet not inches, I thought it appropriate the we revisit my poem, Snow.
SNOW
A poem inspired by Edgar Allan Poe’s, The Bells.
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.
A NEW POEM
I was just minding my own business and this happened.
I don’t know where it came from, but there it is.
NOW AND THEN
Once deep thoughts ruled
The day,
Now the struggle
Is to stay awake.
Once creative labor
Ruled the day,
Now keeping house
Takes priority.
Once the lives of loved ones
Ruled the day,
Now distant memories
Fill the void.
Once hope of things to come
Ruled the day,
Now the end
Draws near.
So it is
The cycle reaches conclusion,
So it is,
A live spent.
MY POEM PUBLISHED IN ‘STILL CRAZY’
The literary journal, Still Crazy, has published my poem, Sunday Park Bench, in their July 2014 issue.
They describe their publication as, ‘A literary magazine written by and about people over age 50 but designed to appeal to thoughtful people of all ages’.
If you want to give it a try, here’s a link.
PUBLISHING UPDATE
At the beginning of the year I outlined my goals. One was to publish some of my previously published work.
I’ve been working on getting some of my published poems back out there and just found out one has been accepted by Still Crazy which is both a print and online publication.
I’ll give more details when it appears.
SNOW
I thought I’d revisit a poem I wrote and shared on my blog some three years ago.
Our last two winters were nearly nonexistent, but now we are paying. We had three snowfalls in less than a week and another inch is predicted for tomorrow. They have all been small amounts but they do add up, as does the love of snow in this poem.
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.
A FATHER’S DAY POEM
The members of my writers group, The Wordwrights, were given an assignment to write a Father’s Day piece. I decided to write a poem.
The poem is bleak, but it reflects a trend I see.
I could be totally wrong. I hope I am.
THE FATHER THAT NEVER WAS
Contributing their seed,
They flee,
Gone.
Not knowing life was passed,
Never hearing the first cry
In the silent night,
Creating a hollow being,
Guidance from the streets
Of despair,
Walking a path
Into a world
Of dead ends,
Death, all too young
The only future.
UPDATE CHAPBOOK
My consistent readers,
I have many projects currently in progress. I am writing another novella with Elmo as a reappearing character. The first time I’ve used a character twice, but I really like him. I’m also rewriting some old short stories and see if I can find them a home. Also, there is The Beast Awaits, my second novel which I hope to publish, someday.
But I figured ‘what the hell’ I’ll start something else, something where, for the most part the work is already done. I’m thinking of publishing a chapbook of poetry. A chapbook is more of a pamphlet than a book. The reason I am discussing this with you is that in the past some of the busiest days on my blog was when I was sharing my poetry. So for any that enjoyed these poems, could you please go to both of my poem areas, Published Poems and Unpublished Poems, and select the poems that you enjoyed or said something to you. I know this will take time but I would really appreciate the effort. I’ll get back to you with the poems that made the cut.
Thanks for your time,
Walt
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