Posts filed under ‘POEMS AND FLEETING THOUGHTS’
POEMS AND FLEETING THOUTHTS: ROCKS
My pockets
Are full,
Rocks, just as Virginia’s
Predict my destiny,
But with the drought
All is dry.
POEMS AND FLEETING THOUGHTS: OLD BOOKS
My old books,
Some two hundred years
Have little value
Except to me,
I wonder at their owners,
Readers long gone.
Gazing into a future
Unknown,
With my words
Hundreds of years gone
Cause the same ponder
Of a lover of books.
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.
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.
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.
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