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| Snapshots; 31/07/09
Posted: 8/3/2009 12:23:27 AM | I was not a slave.
I was not a drudge.
I was never stupid.
I was misbegotten.
So were you.
What I did appreciate.
when I spoke, is that you understood
the beginning of the day, the ending.
the background. You huffed, I may have puffed.
In the end I will remember your eyes, what you remember...
is beyond me. But, with luck, peace achieved.
If necessary I will stand silent at your death
I knew you. I, yes, loved you. | |
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| Snapshots; 31/07/09
Posted: 8/3/2009 12:24:20 AM | I was not a slave.
I was not a drudge.
I was never stupid.
I was misbegotten.
So were you.
What I did appreciate.
when I spoke, is that you understood
the beginning of the day, the ending.
the background. You huffed, I may have puffed.
In the end I will remember your eyes, what you remember...
is beyond me. But, with luck, peace achieved.
If necessary I will stand silent at your death
I knew you. I, yes, loved you. | |
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| Snapshots; 31/07/09
Posted: 8/3/2009 12:28:17 AM | I was not a slave.
I was not a drudge.
I was never stupid.
I was misbegotten.
So were you.
What I did appreciate.
when I spoke, is that you understood
the beginning of the day, the ending.
the background. You huffed, I may have puffed.
In the end I will remember your eyes, what you remember...
is beyond me. But, with luck, peace achieved.
If necessary I will stand silent at your death
I knew you. I, yes, loved you. | |
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| Snapshots; 31/07/09
Posted: 8/3/2009 12:28:33 AM | I was not a slave.
I was not a drudge.
I was never stupid.
I was misbegotten.
So were you.
What I did appreciate.
when I spoke, is that you understood
the beginning of the day, the ending.
the background. You huffed, I may have puffed.
In the end I will remember your eyes, what you remember...
is beyond me. But, with luck, peace achieved.
If necessary I will stand silent at your death
I knew you. I, yes, loved you. | |
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| Snapshots; 31/07/09
Posted: 8/3/2009 12:28:43 AM | I was not a slave.
I was not a drudge.
I was never stupid.
I was misbegotten.
So were you.
What I did appreciate.
when I spoke, is that you understood
the beginning of the day, the ending.
the background. You huffed, I may have puffed.
In the end I will remember your eyes, what you remember...
is beyond me. But, with luck, peace achieved.
If necessary I will stand silent at your death
I knew you. I, yes, loved you. | |
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| Snapshots; 31/07/09
Posted: 8/3/2009 12:30:02 AM | I was not a slave.
I was not a drudge.
I was never stupid.
I was misbegotten.
So were you.
What I did appreciate.
when I spoke, is that you understood
the beginning of the day, the ending.
the background. You huffed, I may have puffed.
In the end I will remember your eyes, what you remember...
is beyond me. But, with luck, peace achieved.
If necessary I will stand silent at your death
I knew you. I, yes, loved you. | |
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| Snapshots; 31/07/09
Posted: 8/3/2009 12:34:54 AM | I was not a slave.
I was not a drudge.
I was never stupid.
I was misbegotten.
So were you.
What I did appreciate.
when I spoke, is that you understood
the beginning of the day, the ending.
the background. You huffed, I may have puffed.
In the end I will remember your eyes, what you remember...
is beyond me. But, with luck, peace achieved.
If necessary I will stand silent at your death
I knew you. I, yes, loved you. | |
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| Snapshots; 31/07/09
Posted: 8/3/2009 12:58:04 AM | | Please forgive the many duplications. I do not know why. Maybe the site was overloaded. Thank you for the understanding. Hmm. Computers. | |
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| Snapshots; 31/07/09
Posted: 8/3/2009 6:09:42 AM |
I knew you. I, yes, loved you.
What more could any of us want as our epitaph? | |
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| Snapshots; 8/3/09
Posted: 8/3/2009 5:43:34 PM | feeling eyes upon me
i felt a need to look up
she was asking for help
not realizing i was helping another
her interruption grew in persistance
she could not see anyone but herself | |
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| Snapshots; 8/3/09
Posted: 8/3/2009 7:02:15 PM | | ^^^^^lol, the story of my working day...."I just need to find something"....there are times when I can't even finish a simple uninterrupted transaction with the person who has waited patiently in line. Even if you "just need to find something", wait your turn.... | |
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| Pummeling
Posted: 8/3/2009 10:11:34 PM | now step up and get u a slice....
men treated like mice on the grind balls in a vice,
\I know I could do some crime and catch some pay but thats the hard way.
give me a break while I grind it out daily.....
bettta than this so pay a g.........
so step it up and git u that slice life is a gamme roll roll dice...... | |
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| Xanadu revisited
Posted: 8/10/2009 3:23:57 PM | In Xanadu did Coleridge,
as the legend goes,
watch as from opiate splendour rose
a bridge
from the allegedly known
to some, alas and hallelujah, unknown.
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran,
ran also the delving of that man
into the vastness of the underground
sea, where is to be found
the questions we have yet to answer
or hardly even thought to ask.
For each of us has one deep, solemn task:
to reacquaint the music with the dancer. | |
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| Xanadu revisited
Posted: 8/10/2009 6:29:30 PM | cover blown
he laid splayed open
so many eyes
peering, jeering
how he spluttered
and spit
with profane laced lip
king of the heap
of lies he did keep
justice served
by baring his nerve
is it not a poking
with stick
he deserved
truth the knife
sharp and precise
a clean incision
ending a life
of betrayal, sin
reduced to big zero
stripped of the title
of self described hero
how demure how docile
how self-effacing
now at the mercy
of public disgracing
there are pieces there
could be sewn together
question not if or when
but whether | |
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| Xanadu revisited
Posted: 8/11/2009 5:21:43 AM |
cover blown
he laid splayed open
so many eyes
peering, jeering
how he spluttered
and spit
with profane laced lip
king of the heap
of lies he did keep
justice served
by baring his nerve
is it not a poking
with stick
he deserved
truth the knife
sharp and precise
a clean incision
ending a life
of betrayal, sin
reduced to big zero
stripped of the title
of self described hero
how demure how docile
how self-effacing
now at the mercy
of public disgracing
there are pieces there
could be sewn together
question not if or when
but whether
Flowing and incisive. Thanks. | |
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| Snapshots; 8/24/09
Posted: 8/24/2009 8:19:30 AM | I woke with bursitis in elbow, knee
something akin to carpel tunnel in my wrists
I lit a morning smoke and took down a morning after pill
of Gordon's chilled cold in a two ounce shot
straight
as my single serving coffee pot enlisted its charge for the day
my veranda
my splendor
my mediocre beginning of the day
something special to me though
I tuned to classics and news
took down a gulp of gatorade to invite my digestive system to come alive
as it poured through me I requested my other senses come renew
I listened intently to a 14 year old composer; his fifth since 11
when he began composing
I looked across my street
to Jack
who's been there since before time
at late 80 somethin
he toddered
and shuffled to the grass
and with great strokes in his nimble hands
he raked the grass with strong arms
that didn't know they weren't 20
and as his upper body took on the burden of the task
his shoes dug in deep and steadied to not fall over in an old mans defeat
he didn't fall
but sipped at a cup of water from a well
with a pump that he built
from a lifetime of always being there
I wonder what I have lived in those 75 years | |
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| Snapshots; 8/24/09
Posted: 8/25/2009 1:11:41 AM | I have been triple dating every day of the year
and have no remorse
When the weather does not cooperate, on and in all,
I am fed up, just like,
I would go for a long drive, and discovery,
Or examination. | |
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| Snapshots; 8/24/09
Posted: 8/25/2009 5:00:54 AM |
and with great strokes in his nimble hands
he raked the grass with strong arms
that didn't know they weren't 20
and as his upper body took on the burden of the task
his shoes dug in deep and steadied to not fall over in an old mans defeat
I especially liked the above in this laid-back account of the beginning of your day... | |
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| Snapshots; 8/27/09
Posted: 8/27/2009 9:49:10 AM | (thanks for your kind remarks on my last poem here)
I remembered.
I had a professor tell me to write each
day. While laughing at the reasons
each time he saw me he would ask me if I was writing
at least something each day.
The last time I saw him
he asked me if I was singing every day
I told him yes
that I was.
I saw in his eyes that he was pleased with me.
Hair dangled below his shoulders
as a radiant beam in shades of gray and maturity.
He smiled to me the look of accomplishment.
I remembered to write and sing each day. | |
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| Snapshots; 8/27/09
Posted: 8/27/2009 12:00:06 PM |
I remembered.
I had a professor tell me to write each
day. While laughing at the reasons
each time he saw me he would ask me if I was writing
at least something each day.
The last time I saw him
he asked me if I was singing every day
I told him yes
that I was.
I saw in his eyes that he was pleased with me.
Hair dangled below his shoulders
as a radiant beam in shades of gray and maturity.
He smiled to me the look of accomplishment.
I remembered to write and sing each day.
I enjoy the anecdotal quality of this and am intrigued by it but unable to answer why his question changes from writing to singing?
Also, there's something I doubt: that you are writing & singing to gratify this parental figure rather than because you personally get something out of it. | |
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| Snapshots; 31/08/09
Posted: 8/31/2009 10:26:33 AM | An elderly woman
in a fizzy green coat
hobbles along on a cane
from breath to breath | |
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| Snapshots; Sept. 1, 2009
Posted: 9/2/2009 7:42:15 AM | A man was coming towards me,
about as strange a steed
as I had ever hoped to see:
a tall, rangy dude with a lopey stride,
rawhide Stetson and a strong, square jaw.
There wasn’t a heck of a lot
in his eyes that I could see,
maybe a bit of a wince
as if where he was going
was a bit too far away. | |
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| Snapshots; Sept. 1, 2009
Posted: 9/3/2009 5:06:24 AM | [quote^^^^hmm, sounds like my "type"
I dunno, Briz... there was something a bit lost about him. | |
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