Category Archives: Poem – Not Written By Me Though
by a blank page
staring dumbly at me.
Rigid, this entity
without a soul
until timidly, then boldly
I mark it with my pen.
Slowly It becomes more pliant,
It begins to bend. I show it things…
A bird on a limb,
A latticed rose climbing,
painting scarlet where drab had been.
Suddenly arable, the page becomes a garden. Each line
a row in bloom. The air wears the scent of roses.
Let us hope we can transform the non-digital world into such a place for ourselves and our children. We have the key. We are the key. We have only to begin removing the lock.
Hidden inside my computer
Is my sweet virtual home
Each one takes me to friends’ home
To their world of stories, poems, photography
I feel so comfortable here
I am accepted here
My writing is accepted here
However boring, full of mistakes it may be
My friends are so encouraging
So kind and understanding
They are full of praise, appreciation
They make you feel important
They help enhance your self-esteem
No one is here to judge you
To make fun of you
I feel as if I have known them all my life
It’s an escape from the Problems of life
Maybe for an hour or more
But it’s relieving
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Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened.
Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I, and you are you,
and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it…
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A million and one ways to say I love you
But none seems to suit you.
I’d go down on my knees for you,
But that’s too cliched.
You deserve something more intricate,
Something original, just as you are.
I’d promise you a life time,
But that would be the greatest lie.
For neither you nor I,
Know what the future holds.
I’d say I’ll keep you happy,
But I’ve let you down too many times.
And as much as I’d try,
I’d don’t trust myself.
I’d say you’re the reason I smile,
But you’re also the reason I cry.
You’ve hurt me like no one else,
We’ve had good days and bad days.
I’d write you a poetry,
But words are too less to describe you.
I’d give you a bouquet of roses,
But that would just dry away.
So darling, can you just read my eyes?
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I know heartbreak,
It live in my veins, I hear my blood shout.
It took the colours out of my rainbow,
Tried to turn my heart inside out .
When my heart was hanging mid air
I forced myself to swallow the ink,
Somehow my sky managed to stay yellow
All my words and pages turned pink.
There’s this power in breathing
Something none of us can touch,
This magic resides in air, to heal,
Whenever life bleeds too much.
So, this one is for all the second bests
People who keep leaving ourselves behind,
Let’s stop trying to fit in with the world
We are enough, even if we are the last ones in line.
“Come back …” (https://www.mortaljourney.com/2010/10/1970-trends/cb-radio)
Let the wind direct my words.
Carry them where they need to go.
May they travel fast and far, controlled yet strong.
Caressing trees, zipping over mountains, dancing in rhythm with the sea breeze. Past the ocean. Unable to contain speed.
Stopping only for time, suspended in space.
Pray tell, who’s listening? Echoed the end of the message.
Please read and chew upon. 🙂
COMING MARCH 2020
it’s a feeling, and it’s unnamed.
some have tried the terms
distant or cold.
some have labeled it
aloof or detached.
but those words are all states of being.
the process is what has no name.
is slipping away—but not
physically, not yet.
you feel it: pure feeling,
as if a see-through barrier
engulfs their bodies
separating you from them.
a gray, opaque river
runs between you within
a viscous liquid covers
their words, the expression on their
faces. their insides feel
foreign to you.
the light—once kindled when
your eyes met—is now absent
when you look at them. your light
remains, but when you look into their
eyes—the mirror is gone—and
reflecting back at you is something…
you can’t pin it down,
even when you confront them.
they’re just moving…
moving away, inch by inch,
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May you live eternally, Betty.
This one is for Jennifer (and of course Shawn) with love.
Ryder Waite Tarot XII, U.S. Public Domain
“’Christ! You know it ain’t easy
You know how hard it can be
The way things are going
They’re going to crucify me'” *
Crow cawing in early morning clouds
Tallest tree invisible in fog
Tarot’s Hanged Man
Initiation into a mysterious world
Odin hung for 9 days
Euhemerizationally** sacrificing his eye
Think of other mythical and biblical
Heroes hung over the centuries
All in the name of knowledge
Ah, but John Lennon
Knew he was a sacrifice
No worse than others
Yet, in his quest for wisdom
He cried out to us:
“Christ! You know it ain’t easy
You know how hard it can be
The way things are going
They’re going to crucify me” *
He knew, he knew
But tell me who
Would assassinate a rocker?
So many of us
Hanging in silence
Smoke and steam
Muffling our dreams
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