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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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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Ode to: Jim Morrison
Portrait of a poet:
Maybe the Lizard King,
maybe black leather dressed demon.
He self implies that he has the “soul of a clown,”
who blows it at the “most important moments.”
Drugs, liquor, women, art:
the ingredients of a male artist.
Mixed with talent and a vision
he found fame’s way,
lost the sunlight of the day.
Art made of pain,
the media driving him insane.
up rise — down fall,
dead at 27.
Art lives on.
His art lives on.
I wrote this sometime in late 1995, early 1996. Jim Morrison inspired me to write poetry and start delving into art. At that age, he helped me deal with my mental health issues I didn’t know I had yet. Loved The Doors as well. Not my favorite band now but will always hold that place in my heart.
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