Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

Monday, April 14, 2014

For my Mom on her 24th 26th birthday

To say you turn 26 today
Negates the last 24
In the first 26, you may have had lots of fun,
But in these latter, you've done so much more.

Sure it might have been joyous, 
Reckless and thrilling, a whole ton of fun, but was it as fulfilling?
As raising three children
Who call you their own,
Whom you repaired and prepared
For a life of their own.
Though they may have been a hassle, while in your castle, always at war against the throne, it may have felt spiteful, and wasn't delightful, but it gave them all solid backbones.
Now they are grown and out of the nest and married having kids of their own, it is easy to see since your mid twenties how your love and your life have grown.
It is fanciful sure to be trapped Dorian Gray, in the shell of a well suited yesterday, but to put a brave face and except age with grace and the wisdom it implies, not to disguise it or feel disgust, but to proclaim it with pomp and thrust.
I'm 50! I'm 50 and I'm looking damn good, half a century old and sharp as a whip. My times not been wasted, I've had good times and bad, but I wouldn't trade one for another I've had, because each was a building block which brought me here, with the friends that I'll keep and my family I hold dear. It's a badge of honour and a tribute to luck, I'm 50, I'm 50 and I don't give a f@€#.

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Are you a poet
Or autobiographer?
To vain to be philosophical.
Stuck in your skin
Pen scratching words
With meaning limited
To the scrawler,
Deaf to the human condition
Holler echoed in every alley.
21st century sin
Single minded blinder trotting
Through the world,
Troughed what's been taught;
Omnipotent idiot narrator
Afraid to step out of his skin.
Born and bored
In a inherited reality,
Tech savvy and aware of
How quickly things are obsolete.

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

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Brothers
Levin / lexicology
Eleutheromania
Etre
Diorism

Plum
Observer / orthology
Enriched
Tripled
Raptus
Yajna

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Heaven sent.

Toes at the edge,
grit, gripping,
playfully wiggling. . . singing.
You,
Somehow. . .
Randomly get this feeling.
Air,
Intake,
Max?
Dialing out,
to your Queenie.
Frequency...
Adrenialine junkie,
Monkey,
all fixed up,
suit n' bracket, slash tactics,
feathers and straight jackets.
Papermache my way.
Ask me to stay?
Spread felt near.
When will I see her?
To feast upon your eyes,
is heaven sent my dear.

As you can hear,
my heart,
loud and clear.

xxx xxx xxx x xx x


Justin Bieber likes bleed poetry and you should too.

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Cing up on 22 minutes

1. Download sixty minutes CBS podcast from iTunes
2. Put it on 2x using speed setting in iPod
3. Enjoy hearing the whole show in less then half and hour, every one sounds about the normal speed, Andy Rooney sounds alive again, bless his soul.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

New dawn

this is the day we wake up and take on the world
Yesterday was a laughable excuse
Of what change can be unfurled
Hurling rocks at walls won't change there feelings
Giving quarters to the poor won't break glass celings.

We've been convinced this is the right track
Irrelevant to our wake of destruction
Failing to regard the fact that caring is an emotion
And the heartless towers we build to crumble won't care
As they crack under the weight of time.

Every condo to a slum will become,
Mold infesting the poorly laid corners
Warranty timers set to self destruct
Disposable income and disposable toys
So outdated you will become jaded of tomorrow.

When the children ask you why they can't retire
When the mesh of societys safety nets expire
The investment blind into an uncertain future
Being sold stability and toxins in a breath.

I give you this much, in the same boat
White knuckle grip on the paddle
We are straddling a dangerous beast we can't begin to comprehend
It's size is so it makes these letters seem
But an increment of a louder scream.

In this new dawn, I lay me down, to dreams.

For if we can not fight the fall
Can we still not smile and enjoy the folly
No one lasts forever thankfully
Humanity a sparkle in the eye of an everchanging universe,
All these conditions of survival unbalanced,
But perfectly so.