Fifteen Short Poems About People
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Virginia Boy.
Me sitting in a house
Lewes,Delaware,USA.
Brian says,
(and I watch the race on Sundays),
"Damn electric went out..."
I guess he heard about Virginia race
On his car stereo.
Wendy
And on my first day of class,
we learned of Shakespeare
and thrust stages,
and proscenium arches
with some Sophocles.
Nothing was as gripping
as those several days later,
leaning,
leaning an ear
to pieces of
The Vagina Monologues
and the news
of the passing on,
to a place where playwrights write
on scripts
where angels dance and sing.
The Man With A Cigarette
Pacing onward.
Just about running down the Wildwood boardwalk.
There's people with their children.
People with their ice cream.
People with their pizza.
Just people.
And I need a cigarette.
Walk up to this older gentleman and his wife,
and say,
"Can I bum a cigarette?"
I was young.
And he did.
Jesus
I wish I could have
pulled you down
from that cross.
I wish I could have
died for you.
I wish I could have
cried my tears.
I wish I could
reach perfection
as You are.
My Parents
God Bless Them.
I tell Dad
he shouldn't eat red meat.
Stick to chicken and turkey AND
NO FISH!(It has too many toxins in it.)
And I tell Mom
I don't want any money today,
I'd rather use my debit card.
Then,
the band played on.
Love
Bill in my jeep.
Bill in a hat.
Bill in Jester.
Bill in my space.
Bill in my arms.
Bill drinking a beer.
Bill holding my hand.
Bill as my angel.
Bill who I talk to at night.
Bill who is intelligent.
Bill.
Bill.
Bill.
Bill.
Bill.
Bill.
Bill.
Bill.
Bill.
Bill.
Them
Grandmother reads.
Grandfather flies.
Cousins walk.
Cousins ride.
Babies coo.
Mothers laugh.
Clergy pray.
I'm in half.
Strangers
I buy my wares,
I have my cares,
To frolic and play,
By the beach for a day.
Fishermen
Waiting.
A cold chill,
an ocean's breeze.
The Dyrsten awaits
the tide to rise,
to find it's wind.
One to fifty to one-hundred miles out.
No trace of a storm.
The fishermen trawl,
days later,
with scallops.
Poets
We admit ourselves,
to words.
And a muse that we sometimes call,
"Angels".
As a fly sits on my leg,tame,
he bites.
INtrigued to explain,
just in those words,
the emotions we feel,
from second to second-
even as we sleep.
The actor has his dream,
the director has his vision,
and we have us-
writing down
the feelings and stories
of the World by the wind.
The Chanting Native
I sit alone
and chant a song
so few and far will ever sing.
I cry myself
to sleep sometimes,
three crosses on my ring.
I pose a stance,
standing under the water,
And pray a prayer for peace,
The Native Americans dance,
as I will with them,
On life we take a lease.
Sandflea
When my family was young
we would go to the sand
see the baby clams
and dig up the sandfleas.
THEY became tame.
The Bride And Groom
The bride she was
Dressed in white
A sight for all to see.
The groom he was
Dressed in black
Mourning his wife-to-be.
Him
He grabbed the hand
And pulled her back
Led the way for her.
Daily she confesses her love for him.
Pearl Jam
Count the stars
and then play connect the dots.
Eclectic dream.
Eroticism(Intelllectually stimulating)
Notes on a staff.
Jeans and workshirts.
Lights,Sound, and Cameras.
A rug to play upon.
Pull ME onstage.
all c2006adv
Virginia Boy.
Me sitting in a house
Lewes,Delaware,USA.
Brian says,
(and I watch the race on Sundays),
"Damn electric went out..."
I guess he heard about Virginia race
On his car stereo.
Wendy
And on my first day of class,
we learned of Shakespeare
and thrust stages,
and proscenium arches
with some Sophocles.
Nothing was as gripping
as those several days later,
leaning,
leaning an ear
to pieces of
The Vagina Monologues
and the news
of the passing on,
to a place where playwrights write
on scripts
where angels dance and sing.
The Man With A Cigarette
Pacing onward.
Just about running down the Wildwood boardwalk.
There's people with their children.
People with their ice cream.
People with their pizza.
Just people.
And I need a cigarette.
Walk up to this older gentleman and his wife,
and say,
"Can I bum a cigarette?"
I was young.
And he did.
Jesus
I wish I could have
pulled you down
from that cross.
I wish I could have
died for you.
I wish I could have
cried my tears.
I wish I could
reach perfection
as You are.
My Parents
God Bless Them.
I tell Dad
he shouldn't eat red meat.
Stick to chicken and turkey AND
NO FISH!(It has too many toxins in it.)
And I tell Mom
I don't want any money today,
I'd rather use my debit card.
Then,
the band played on.
Love
Bill in my jeep.
Bill in a hat.
Bill in Jester.
Bill in my space.
Bill in my arms.
Bill drinking a beer.
Bill holding my hand.
Bill as my angel.
Bill who I talk to at night.
Bill who is intelligent.
Bill.
Bill.
Bill.
Bill.
Bill.
Bill.
Bill.
Bill.
Bill.
Bill.
Them
Grandmother reads.
Grandfather flies.
Cousins walk.
Cousins ride.
Babies coo.
Mothers laugh.
Clergy pray.
I'm in half.
Strangers
I buy my wares,
I have my cares,
To frolic and play,
By the beach for a day.
Fishermen
Waiting.
A cold chill,
an ocean's breeze.
The Dyrsten awaits
the tide to rise,
to find it's wind.
One to fifty to one-hundred miles out.
No trace of a storm.
The fishermen trawl,
days later,
with scallops.
Poets
We admit ourselves,
to words.
And a muse that we sometimes call,
"Angels".
As a fly sits on my leg,tame,
he bites.
INtrigued to explain,
just in those words,
the emotions we feel,
from second to second-
even as we sleep.
The actor has his dream,
the director has his vision,
and we have us-
writing down
the feelings and stories
of the World by the wind.
The Chanting Native
I sit alone
and chant a song
so few and far will ever sing.
I cry myself
to sleep sometimes,
three crosses on my ring.
I pose a stance,
standing under the water,
And pray a prayer for peace,
The Native Americans dance,
as I will with them,
On life we take a lease.
Sandflea
When my family was young
we would go to the sand
see the baby clams
and dig up the sandfleas.
THEY became tame.
The Bride And Groom
The bride she was
Dressed in white
A sight for all to see.
The groom he was
Dressed in black
Mourning his wife-to-be.
Him
He grabbed the hand
And pulled her back
Led the way for her.
Daily she confesses her love for him.
Pearl Jam
Count the stars
and then play connect the dots.
Eclectic dream.
Eroticism(Intelllectually stimulating)
Notes on a staff.
Jeans and workshirts.
Lights,Sound, and Cameras.
A rug to play upon.
Pull ME onstage.
all c2006adv
A whisper and a thrill
A whisper and a chill
adv2005
"Why do I bother?"
The 11th Commandment.
"Whatever"
PETITION TO STOP THE BAN OF SMOKING IN BARS IN THE UNITED STATES....Anyone?
A whisper and a chill
adv2005
"Why do I bother?"
The 11th Commandment.
"Whatever"
PETITION TO STOP THE BAN OF SMOKING IN BARS IN THE UNITED STATES....Anyone?
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