In peace the sons bury their fathers, but in war the fathers bury their sons.
You have to leave this warm state of oranges,
for a burning desert. The twenty years of service
in tattered camouflage, but fourteen years
since you finished wiping coarse sand off your boots,
does not satisfy leaders, wearing shiny suits,
starched shirts and red, white and blue
ties, sitting in clean, corner offices in the pentagon;
so they hand you orders for deployment.
On the edge of a brown couch, you lean down to knot
black shined boots, reflecting olive fingers, as you run
thin laces through metal clips. Next, you slide coat buttons
into each open hole, while your sons observe this ritual,
nervous and impatient, they ambush you with hugs;
their ages combined barely breaking eleven. You set them down,
and walk to the car with my sister;
she wraps her arms around you and squeezes.
I wrote this for a class in 2004 and is a part of bigger poem titled democracy.
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I like you…but I don’t know
how to show you. I once shared
those feelings but they came out
unconfident. I like you.
I like the way you smile, it’s easy
and toned back, more of a smirk but
not like a jerk, more of a commentary
on your thoughts and calmness.
I like our interaction. It is simple,
we seem to agree on a lot. In all
of our interactions, about our class,
we accomplished and overcame obstacles.
I would like to get to know you
better. I think we could be
a great team and have fun, make
the casual observer jealous of our connection.
Maybe you know and don’t like me
the same way. I should understand
humans are attracted to different characters
of people. I might not be your type.
I like you. I am an adult male,
writing poetry like a teenager cause
I don’t know how to get
you to like me.
I wrote this for someone in one of my graduate classes, it’s just a passing fancy of a poem. Sometimes I write to get a feeling out of my system. 2012.
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As the rain gently creeps down the window,
it becomes a metaphor of nature crying.
Can you help,
or do you ignore?
My friends, the birds, are lost,
the poor conditions made it difficult to soar.
Did you notice the terror in the trees
when you cut them down?
Maybe you didn’t care
that you cause so much fear.
If you would only take more than a glance,
you would see a refreshing hope,
but you never give us a chance
to use the environment as a means to cope.
Do you care about anyone but yourselves?
You’re not the only one to live.
You never answered our call.
Why? We never wanted you to give.
you could see a good glory.
It’s obvious you care about one thing:
your own story.
I wrote this in the mid 90’s. I can’t explain the way Henry David Thoreau’s writings expanded my mind, my thoughts. I read a soft cover collection of his works until it literally fell apart. I guess it reflects in the content.
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That night I held you in my arms, we looked
out the window and watched boats in the distance
as well as lights from other hotels and in the park
below us. We talked about our life, our child-
hoods, about our views on life. You told me about
reindeer food and I rambled on about something. I recall
sitting on that couch, occasionally glancing away from
outside spectacles to look at your crimson hair, your deep
green windows of eyes, displaying your excitement and those red
dots freckled on your cheeks, waiting for my lips to connect
each one. I would eventually kiss your tattoos,
but in that moment, I wanted to wrap you up
like a gift, hands folded over you like a big bow,
appreciating time we had with each other knowing
it was our present.
I wrote this in late 2012, a poem for someone I once loved. I have many of these to post, on several degrees of love and lust, found and lost.
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Tagged Chicago, crimson hair, cuddle, freckles, kiss, life, love, POEM, Poetry, poetry 2010-2020's, red hair, tattoos
A single red rose,
with soft petals, smooth to touch,
grows in the grass.
The blooming flower,
intoxicating to inhale, wafts sweet scents
on a summer breeze.
The green stem
proudly stands upright, displaying
a crimson glow.
A golden dandelion, has curled
a path, wrapped around the green stem,
up to be near the rose. Long golden
limbs held firmly, yellow and red
pressed together, to the exuberant
petals of the blooming Dame De Coeur.
I wanted to remove
the intrusive dandelion
from the glowing rose
but could not do so
the integrity of the rose.
I stood up, leaving
I have been working on this one since 2012. I’m on a fifth edit, still not completely what I’m shooting for but close.
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A star, another solar systems’ sun,
expands, engulfing planets, swallowing
every bit of matter. Space transforms
into electron explosions, creating flaming
growth, building one massive body
comprised of energy and warmth. Suddenly,
this gorging celestial body collapses underneath
the girth of too much weight. In a short
period, the once ballooning sun becomes
a mammoth hole that thinly stretches
light, only reflecting black emptiness. Bright
rays gone, making way for a proton
sucking, anti-matter spitting gap. Doomed
to slowly pull all universe building material
into its long corridor of bent rays.
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Tagged art, astronomy, black hole, light, planets, POEM, Poetry, solar system, sun, themes
I stood in green grass
under a backyard clothesline,
my nose smelling blueberry
muffins wafting from an open
window, my eyes scanning, starting
with the white, rusting shed, then your legs,
finishing at the ripe garden.
In your tar-affected voice,
you taught me the rules of baseball;
do not swing the plastic bat at a first
pitch, keep an eye on the hole filled
ball, be aware of the actions of other
base runners, and regardless of outcome,
make sure to respect every player.
I gripped my bat, wise of where
to hit the mint-tinted wiffle ball.
You wound up, prepared to pitch,
ready to do what you never could
with my father and his brother.
The pitch came off of your fingers and I
cracked it over the gray back fence.
Wrote this back in my undergrad, 2003, read it at my grandmothers memorial service. It’s a close one to my heart.
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