Wednesday, April 30, 2014

I think I wrote this one after watching an episode of "The Twilight Zone." I'm not sure I could recommend reading it, but it's in the stack so it goes on here.....

Don't read if depressed...

Regression

Endless seas wash away
Timeless places.
Memories are haunted by
Loves never forgotten tears.

Meteors spreading in never-ending paths,
Clouds disappearing
But never to die.
Water’s reflections
Tell us no lies.
Man is a mortal thing
Always returning to his beginning –

Dust.

Sunday, April 27, 2014

Did You notice I was away?


I've been away for a little bit....did you notice?



Gone But Not Forgotten

I saw you in my dreams.
Your smile undimmed,
No tears had yet
Crossed your cheeks,
Your eyes bright with life.

I wonder where you are now,
So many years gone by.
Has sorrow bowed you?
Does laughter still fill
Your heart?

I miss you
And what I felt
In your presence.
My hope is that
You still know joy,

That your heart still smiles.

Monday, April 14, 2014

Thinking About the Unthinkable

Sometimes as I watch others go through times of great struggle and loss I try to imagine what might be going through their hearts and minds. This is one of those moments.
Farewell

He stood alone
Having rushed the others away
It was time for him
To say goobye

She was taken
Away too soon
The battle all too brief
Leaving time only to grieve

Removing his coat
Casting aside the tie
The first shovel
Releasing his heartache

Sweat soon
Mixed with tears
And a man who never cried
Buried the best part of himself. 

Jan. 2014

Sunday, April 6, 2014

Not Good...But Kinda Funny

Ok...I admit it. This poem is NOT very good. But it is kinda funny and does accurately reflect my feelings during some of my classes...at every level of my education.

So, here it is...

Just Another Monday Class

Here I sit in class
With Dr. Jim.
It’s hard to stay awake
While listening to him.

Around the bush
We constantly beat.
But the rabbit we’ll never catch
In fact, it’s a dead heat

I’ve taken no notes
But wasted lots of paper,
Drawing many doodles
While he tells
Of another  caper.

I don’t want to say
Dr. Jim is a bore,
But what I’d really like to do
Is run screaming out the door.