For What It's Worth (18-Mar-1992)

I'm not sure what prompted this and I'm not even sure I'd call it a poem.

For What It's Worth

The winds of change blow strong
But build walls and they
    will not blow long

Untitled (1-Feb-1992)

I found this one scribbled in my journal at a time when I had been re-reading earlier journal entries. In many ways this was written at the half way point of a long dark period from which I have recently emerged.

Untitled

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Those Days seem
So Far
Away
Where am I
Who am I
Buried
Let me out
Save me
Show me the way
I feel so different
from the person I used to be
The person I know I am
It all seems so strange
I feel So numb
Comfortably numb
It’s my fault
It’s not right
Why am I afraid
Of What
Just give in

Nonesuch 6 (14-Nov-1991)

Here's another in the whimsical Nonesuch series. As with all of these, misspellings, poor punctuation and grammatical errors are intentional. This was written in my journal and the way it ends really was an attempt to finish out the page.

Nonesuch 6

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There’s purple bird poop on my window
Cars streeming through the evening sun
Midnight sits and waits to see who follows
Is it
Maybe
One who writes
Come Follow Me
Do I rerun
Verse
Fly away
But follow
Repeats that word again
Little yellow
Big holding
Sleep
Sleep
Waken to the sound of silent rain
Drops on my window
Silly favorite ice
Cream and honey flows through
Out, Out Damn dog
Spotted several purple
Birds circle
Finish
The
Page
Must
Before
I
Am
Finished
With
This

The War (1-Sep-1987)

Written over a decade ago but as true and poignant today as ever. It's funny how the more things change, the more they remain the same...both within and without.

I found this in a journal and there was a double spacing between the second and third stanzas. I do not know if this was intended as two separate poems or as one but I like the abrupt change in tempo when presented this way.

The War

If I am not who I think I am
Then it is because you have set me at war
    with myself.
I need you
But don’t want to need you.
Love you
But can’t afford to love you.

I do not know if I should believe the
    words I tell others.
Perhaps I am lying to them.
Yet I must lie to myself.
Because if I admit that I love you
Then I am forced to accept the fact that
    you do not love me.

An eagle rising
Far above the dessert,
Sees for an instant
The motion that signals his meal.
A dinner bell unperceived by all
But he.

A mouse scurrying
Thru a carpet of sand
Feels the wind upon his back.
He knows that the storm is his
And shuts his eyes.

Inherit The Wind (7-May-2008)

This was an earlier poem penned in the heat of the stage. This one was far more whimsical in nature and prompted by a single phrase which always ran through my mind at that point in the play.

Inherit The Wind

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Mayor Buffoon
Ate the Bassoon
After the Loon
And leaving them soon
Never to swoon
And often to croon
Bur swimming a dune
While fiddling a tune

Inherit The Chicken (9-May-2008)

I wrote this on stage during a performance of Inherit the Wind for a gorgeous young woman who had the thankless job of stage manager and "chicken lady" who took the chicken past the townspeople to the picnic.

Inherit The Chicken

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Pretty Lady dressed in black
Carries past the happy throng
A plate of legs as lovely as her own.
Twinkling eyes sparkling in the lights
Made brighter by her smile.

She watches us; She cares for us.
She helps us; Shes guides us.
Ever kind, Ever sweet
Pretty Lady dressed in black.

Kasmira (4-May-2008)

For reasons I won't go into, this one forced its way out of me. If you really need to know the motivation, you should read my other blogs.

I did realize something interesting after I put it down on paper. I know there is a school of thought that believes poetry is best expressed when spoken. I am not sure that is always true. Sometimes layout, punctuation, or, as in this case, letter choice can add impact when reading privately that is lost when reading out loud.

Kasmira

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Kasmira Kreates Klothes
Kasmira Kraves Kindness
Kasmira Kuddles Kats
Kasmira Kneeds Knots
Kasmira Kauses Kare
Kasmira Kovers Krimes
Kasmira Kloses Doors