December 4th, 2017
A poem about a nightmare I once had, after which I awoke and wrote the following stanza:
I just awoke from a late-morning dream, an unsettling episode; Read More
It centered on one aspect of my life and my self: social insecurity.
I had a heavy heart, heartburn, regret, and embarrassment that showed.
I know that I definitely have not reached developmental maturity.
December 1st, 2017
As this stanza shows, this poem is an attempt to discover the true nature of my existence, my being, my self.
Is there one constant, a part always the same? Read More
Something I would take from one reality to another?
Who shall I thank, or conversely, who to blame?
Do I owe God, chance, society, freewill, or my mother?
December 1st, 2017
“Great spirits” are individuals who exemplify magnanimity and other virtues. This poem attempts to capture a bit of that beauty.
Great spirits exemplify numerous virtues Read More
They view the world in vibrant hues
She personifies the loftiest human values
He knows many elusive and profound truths.
November 30th, 2017
Uncharacteristically bold, I went dancing to try to shake off my social isolation in about 1999. This is the second part of what I call “Uncommon Pleasure,” and is exemplified by the following stanza:
Again, I knew a primal enjoyment Read More
And raised the roof within my mind
Achieving spiritual fulfillment
By what I have found, and will find.
November 29th, 2017
A big fan of Gene Roddenberry’s Star Trek, this poem asks if we will ever reach the level of development as a planet that humans do in the 23rd century. Here is a stanza:
How can we engender a bright future as a global society, Read More
When millions of children are hungry, sick, and poor?
We are swimming in greed, intolerance, bigotry, and anxiety;
Must Star Trek forever remain nothing but lore?
November 27th, 2017
The truest and best conceptions of masculinity are measured in this poem. Here is an example:
Despite popular conceptions, the ideal measure of a man Read More
Is not gauged by braggadocio and aggressive displays;
Neither by number of toys or lovers he managed to collect,
Though many try in vain to be manly in these ways…
November 25th, 2017
Love, by Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834) All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o’er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruin’d tower. Read More
November 2nd, 2017
Taking a rare break from social insecurity, I went dancing, alone, and sober. It took courage, but paid off pretty big. Here is an example:
Alas, my dancing is not great Read More
And conversation seemed trite
But I wonder if my partner, Fate
Will grace me on a future night
November 1st, 2017
The following poem is an exploration of opposites, a dialectical glimpse at the world. Polarities are integrated.
Possible is as present as actual Read More
Emotion is as admirable as erudition
Music is as prestigious as mathematics
Caprice is as comfortable as predictability…
October 13th, 2017
This poem is about mental health, complacency, passion, and fulfillment features the stanza:
Alas, I live an unexamined life! Read More
Socrates would certainly look upon me with contempt.
Though I may desire more excitement,
I often bow to inertia and don’t make the attempt.