Poems from my Past
Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 5:10 am
Lots of fantastic stuff posted here in the Hall of Gifts . . . it got me remembering my past . . . you know there was a time when I used to write poetry - it got me through some dark years of my life.
But that was 13 years ago when I was lost and overwhelmed - wandering through America and life . . . and very confused.
Now?
Now I'm married with two children, 4 cats, decent job, two cars and one house . . . and , overall, I've never been happier!!! Of course, I couldn't write a poem now to save my life so I decided to bring out some things past.
How strange . . . not one soul but me has ever read my poetry . . . ah well, here are a few samples. I don't know what odd impulse is causing me to do this out of nowhere - I guess having read so many willing to share there works is quite inspirational.
Anway . . .
One Without a Title
And when all is said and done
I guess -
I guess I'd rather
sit and stare at walls
devoid of life
and bare
of passions or experience.
So easy, thus, to decorate
no clutter there to comtemplate -
Solitary.
In walls man-made,
to pen a person - to keep it safe.
Could a mind devise a more devious way
of warding any life away?
Within I wait - and wait . . . and wait
till emotions find retreat in hate;
and hate is good; for hate sees all
in shades not far from the shades of these walls.
I can grapple forever so engaged
till hate berates me to the grave;
but joy and love and pride
can never - never - be,
for they require effort
and I can easily watch TV.
But that was 13 years ago when I was lost and overwhelmed - wandering through America and life . . . and very confused.
Now?
Now I'm married with two children, 4 cats, decent job, two cars and one house . . . and , overall, I've never been happier!!! Of course, I couldn't write a poem now to save my life so I decided to bring out some things past.
How strange . . . not one soul but me has ever read my poetry . . . ah well, here are a few samples. I don't know what odd impulse is causing me to do this out of nowhere - I guess having read so many willing to share there works is quite inspirational.
Anway . . .
One Without a Title
And when all is said and done
I guess -
I guess I'd rather
sit and stare at walls
devoid of life
and bare
of passions or experience.
So easy, thus, to decorate
no clutter there to comtemplate -
Solitary.
In walls man-made,
to pen a person - to keep it safe.
Could a mind devise a more devious way
of warding any life away?
Within I wait - and wait . . . and wait
till emotions find retreat in hate;
and hate is good; for hate sees all
in shades not far from the shades of these walls.
I can grapple forever so engaged
till hate berates me to the grave;
but joy and love and pride
can never - never - be,
for they require effort
and I can easily watch TV.