"Thoughts"
Am I me
Or someone other?
Do I feel
Like just another?
What’s inside
My little brain?
Can I be
Myself again?
Every me
Is somehow different
As time grows even
More inconsiderate.
Sometimes I wish
For younger me’s
Or smarter me’s
That ignore the trees
In favor of forest.
But hindsight’s king
Over past lives
And future things.
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Monday, April 9, 2012
Sunday, April 8, 2012
NaPoWriMo Day 8
"Taxes"
What would it hurt
If we actually told them
How we wanted our money spent?
I don't mind the paying --
Deep down, that is --
I mind the spending
On wars I don't understand
And corporations I don't like
And fat cats that get continually fatter
At my expense.
So I would like to fill out
One more form
And tell them to spend my money on beauty,
Not decay;
And learning,
Not ignorance;
And narrowing our many differences,
Instead of creating vast seas of division.
What would it hurt
If we actually told them
How we wanted our money spent?
I don't mind the paying --
Deep down, that is --
I mind the spending
On wars I don't understand
And corporations I don't like
And fat cats that get continually fatter
At my expense.
So I would like to fill out
One more form
And tell them to spend my money on beauty,
Not decay;
And learning,
Not ignorance;
And narrowing our many differences,
Instead of creating vast seas of division.
Saturday, April 7, 2012
NaPoWriMo Day 7
"Where’s my rhyming dictionary?"
Couplets are lots of fun to write,
But they sometimes keep me up all night.
It’s easy to write them totally crappy --
Where the rhyme goes all slippy-slappy.
Much harder to write them right, you know;
Meter, imagery, rhyme, and so
Many more things go into them.
(Here I start to cough up phlegm.)
Maybe I need some old-fashioned consumption;
The poets of old used it and gumption
To pen their rhymes with expert skill.
When I write, it’s like a dull drill
In the hands of a dentist
Who never apprenticed.
Couplets are lots of fun to write,
But they sometimes keep me up all night.
It’s easy to write them totally crappy --
Where the rhyme goes all slippy-slappy.
Much harder to write them right, you know;
Meter, imagery, rhyme, and so
Many more things go into them.
(Here I start to cough up phlegm.)
Maybe I need some old-fashioned consumption;
The poets of old used it and gumption
To pen their rhymes with expert skill.
When I write, it’s like a dull drill
In the hands of a dentist
Who never apprenticed.
Friday, April 6, 2012
NaPoWriMo Day 6
"Sentinel"
Silent dog
Eyes half closed
Motionless
Standing guard in her spot
As close to her owner as possible
Without actually being inside his skin
Silent dog
Eyes half closed
Motionless
Standing guard in her spot
As close to her owner as possible
Without actually being inside his skin
Thursday, April 5, 2012
NaPoWriMo Day 5
"Financial Advice"
Spend your hate wisely
As wisely as you spend your love
Don't spend it on theories
Or philosophies
Or dreams
Or political parties
Or nameless faceless others
Spend love and hate on the things that can grow
Or die
Because of you
And only you
Spend your hate wisely
As wisely as you spend your love
Don't spend it on theories
Or philosophies
Or dreams
Or political parties
Or nameless faceless others
Spend love and hate on the things that can grow
Or die
Because of you
And only you
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
NaPoWriMo Day 4
"Lambs"
Where have these come from?
Where are they going?
Do they know what they are getting into?
Are they aware of what awaits them
At the end?
Would it change their feelings now,
Dampen their happiness,
Circumvent their smiles?
Or would it change nothing,
Their fate decided in a larger,
More cosmic design
Of which they secretly approve?
Where have these come from?
Where are they going?
Do they know what they are getting into?
Are they aware of what awaits them
At the end?
Would it change their feelings now,
Dampen their happiness,
Circumvent their smiles?
Or would it change nothing,
Their fate decided in a larger,
More cosmic design
Of which they secretly approve?
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
NaPoWriMo Day 3
Dark and lonely water
We are drawn to it
Seeing the nothingness in its depths
Stillness and decay mixed together
Bottomless pit of peace
Calm
Silent
Dead
The teeming microbes say otherwise
Monday, April 2, 2012
NaPoWriMo Day 2
"Rain"
The heavens have opened up
Once again
And the floods are covering the earth
Once again
But I am no second Noah
And all I can do is curse
The skies.
The heavens have opened up
Once again
And the floods are covering the earth
Once again
But I am no second Noah
And all I can do is curse
The skies.
Sunday, April 1, 2012
NaPoWriMo Day 1
"Beginnings"
Often the beginning is messy
Like a piece of paper full of marks
That haven't found the sonnet yet.
Often the beginning is boring
Like countless scales and arpeggios
Before you can play the sumptuous sonata.
Sometimes you want the beginning to be over quickly.
Like a leap into deep, cold water,
The worst part is often
The beginning.
Often the beginning is messy
Like a piece of paper full of marks
That haven't found the sonnet yet.
Often the beginning is boring
Like countless scales and arpeggios
Before you can play the sumptuous sonata.
Sometimes you want the beginning to be over quickly.
Like a leap into deep, cold water,
The worst part is often
The beginning.