Posts tagged ‘poem’
POEMS AND FLEETING THOUGHTS: DREAMS
There are times
When the sole
Reason I am awake
Is that I can
Fall asleep once again
And dream.
POEMS AND FLEETING THOUGHTS: NIGHT
Night shuts down
The normal life,
But then mine
Comes alive,
With memories
And monsters
And thoughts
Too real.
POEMS AND FLEETING THOUTHTS: SOCIAL MEDIA
In this age of social media
We recycle other’s thoughts
To bring attention
To ourselves.
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’.
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
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.
UNPUBLISHED POEM
My readers,
It’s been many years since this image etched itself into my brain.
I finally wrote it out.
I’ve got to give you something to occupy your time since my accomplishments have not been numerous lately.
DRIVING TO THE EDGE ON INTERSTATE FIVE
As the tires hum I grip the wheel
Through miles of barren landscape,
My wife, daughters make the sound of sleep
As the emptiness rushes by,
I am alone in this desolate land
With only my thoughts for company,
The San Joaquin Valley stretches along
This ribbon of road,
On the CD player, Jonatha Brooke
Sings her sad, soulful songs,
I am so far away from home
As the sun lowers behind the distant mountains,
Wherever I travel, or choose to exist
I long for the home
I fear I may never find,
There is something inside
That I do not understand
That will not permit peace,
A happy family is mine
But conflict and emptiness still possess me,
Forever alone.
