Posts filed under ‘POEMS AND FLEETING THOUGHTS’
Published by New Worlds Unlimited in Mysteries of the Lyric World in 1988.
SPRING’S PROMISE
My breath frosts the winter scene from my eyes
As I peer out the bedroom window,
Trees bend their naked arms
As cold north wind gives them life,
The lawn, the hue of hay
Bristles with the wind,
I look to the future
When my world will once again fill with life,
I look to my wife round with life herself
And the sound of the promise of spring
Rings in my ears.
March 15, 2024 at 5:51 pm
Published by New Worlds Unlimited in Mysteries of the Lyric World in 1988.
WAITING TOOL
A pencil sits poised
Waiting to give life,
As a sculptor creates form
From the essence of marble,
So, the words await
Needing a sculptor of thought.
March 14, 2024 at 8:29 pm
Published by New Worlds Unlimited in Memories of the Halcyon Days,1987.
MY CHILD SMILES
My child smiles
For she knows nothing of the world
And that is good.
My child cries
And she knows nothing of the sorrow of the world
And that is good.
My child laughs
And that is good for the world.
March 13, 2024 at 7:01 pm
Accepted for publication by Expressive Arts Review, 1974
CITY MORN
Sunlight filtering thru elevated
Roadways,
Dawn, finding its way thru twilight
As the sleeping city greets another
Day,
Delicate steel webs vaulting gray
Rivers,
Ribbons of concrete conveying
Sleepy-eyed travelers,
The hush of night giving way to
Din of traffic,
Morning-sky reds lost to haze,
Another day begins.
March 11, 2024 at 3:04 pm
These are the thoughts of an old man as the world sees me. I feel I am younger than they think. Reality has not yet caught up to me.
NO GOING BACK
These are the thoughts of an old man as the world sees me. I feel I am younger than they think. Reality has not yet caught up to me. NO GOING BACK
I want to go back
To right my wrongs,
I want to go back
To enjoy the moments
The best moments
Of my life,
I want to go back
To appreciate the good
And try to obliterate
The bad,
I know this a dream Impossible,
But in dreams
My desires Are accomplished.
November 7, 2019 at 11:17 pm
This poem is based on an incident I cannot forget.
Grandpa, while on a cruise ship held his granddaughter
on the edge of a window looking out on the ocean.
The eighteen-month old child struggled and grandpa
lost his grip. And the child plummeted.
I cannot imagine what the remainder of the cruise
Was like for this family,
Guilt, sorrow and the hate, all these emotions
generated on a relaxing vacation.
I cannot imagine the thoughts this child had
as she fell, sure there was safety waiting for her.
THE THOUGHTS OF A CHILD
The child’s thoughts
Falling,
Sure welcoming arms
Awaited her,
The child’s thoughts,
The mystery of this event,
Too young
To make this lonely journey,
Waiting for safety
As you fall
Into the sea,
Into the abyss
To which we all must journey.
September 10, 2019 at 10:26 pm
FEAR
I am not afraid d
Of dying,
What I fear most
Is not living.
REALITY
Death is an
Important moment
Of life,
Not because
You are gone,
But because
Your days
Of accomplishing
Are over.
These two pieces were written with the thoughts of how
we are constantly told what to do to prolong life.
But in reality, the prolonged life may be a life of
little value.
Old age does take its toll.
And some thoughts when you achieve an age
you can’t believe are in conflict with the past
and present.
June 10, 2019 at 11:02 pm
TRAGEDY AND GREED
Planes crash,
People die,
And industry
Gets slapped
On the wrist.
March 30, 2019 at 8:05 pm
OUR FATE
We are nothing but a life-form created to appreciate that life, appreciate all life.
We have failed.
Through ignorance and greed, we have chosen profit before compassion.
destroying our world without concern for the implications.
Better luck next time.
October 17, 2018 at 10:28 pm
VALUE
When you can buy
Anything you desire
Those possessions
No longer have
Value.
September 18, 2018 at 10:28 pm
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