Poetry & Personal

Poetry & Personal


“Does Love Survive Time?”

love May 8th, 2017

This is a poem about love – both the romantic version and the cooler, more stable one. Does it live or does it die; can it survive or must it wilt?

Perhaps poets have given rich lives
To fantasies created by their imagination,
Whilst the love of themselves and their wives
Is either a frozen pond or a wild conflagration.

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“Symbols”

symbols April 15th, 2017

A poem about self-knowledge and personal growth:

My life is a map; proud ink on olde leather
Relief depicts the saga of my life:
Love is represented by the mountain
The river symbolizes pain…

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“Like a Palm on a Tropical Island”

self-doubt and loneliness April 9th, 2017

Circa 1999, this lamentation about self-doubt and loneliness, depression and anomie, begins with the following lines:

Reminiscent of a palm tree placed involuntarily on a faraway, tropical island,
I live a life saddled with melancholy and self-doubt and loneliness.

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“The Day We Said Goodbye”

the day we said goodbye April 8th, 2017

This effusive poem about love lost and emptiness experienced is typified by this stanza:

Memories come crashing in, uncalled!
My mind wanders to the time we spent.
I’m sure it did happen – all those good times!
I am left wondering what it meant.

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“Between a Rock and a Hard Place”

between a rock and a hard place April 5th, 2017

This is poem is based loosely on the quote from the Stephen King novella, Rita Hayworth and the Shawshank Redemption, “Get busy living, or get busy dying.” It describes the nature of my emotional state in about 1999 when things were tougher for me.

A breath of fresh air is afforded by knowledge,
By experiencing life and classes at college.
Seize the day or don’t bother trying;
“Get busy living or get busy dying.”

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“A Hummingbird Rekindles My Hope”

March 30th, 2017

In this poem, a hummingbird is symbolic of rekindled hope, love, and joy. The hummingbird may be familiar to anyone who knows the movie 21 Grams, for it weighs 21 grams. That is how much the soul is supposed to weigh. This tragedy features the following lines:

“They say we all lose 21 grams at the time of our death.”
The hummingbird-sized addition to my heart has flown away.

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