Today is National Poetry Day. Also it’s Thursday. And sadly today was also the memorial of my childhood friend’s father, Donald C. Best. I didn’t know Mr. Best well, but I hung out at his house plenty during my grade school years. They had the best basement with model trains and race cars, everything a yong boy would want. He was a good man, friendly and helpful. My memories of him are all positive.
At the memorial Brent, my friend, gave a eulogy and it brought back so many good memories or as Brent said, “build new memories.” It put me in mind of a poem I wrote after the death of my great grandmother. In death we are reminded of life.
Continue reading “Rebirth of My Soul (poem)”
Well folks, this is the last Throwback Thursday. No more, unless I find another stash of lost works. So I guess I can’t say never, but pretty close.
There are other poems, but most that are left are derivative of the ones I posted.
Tonight’s poem started out as a homage to Walt Witman’s “Song of Myself” and then it took a detour. This is also a published piece, or so I was told. My mother had taken it to work and a co-worker liked enough that she asked if she could put it in her newsletter for the local chapter of the NAACP. I was flattered obviously. Pretty fly for a white guy.
Continue reading “Reflection of Attitudes”
Come on everybody, show me your back back for throwback Thursday. Amazingly, I still have poems to rummage through in my vault of horror. This week is one that was published in 1987 in “Listen: A Book of Poetry and Prose.” That was a publication put out by my alma mater, George Washington High School.
It’s sappy, and I really really wish that wordpress handled formatting better.
Continue reading “Love (poem)”
I had been working in my mind all week on a poem I felt I needed to write. I know I have all the parts but as I tried to put it to words, I couldn’t get the pieces to fit. So I will have to wait to post that poem another day.
I was going to let this weeks Throwback Thursday pass, but I was urged otherwise. I said today’s poem was going to be special, so I found something special. Well at least something interactive in that this poem from my past is untitled. So after you read it, I want you to tell me what you think the title should be.
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I found a few more of my lost gems. Many of the poems seem redundant, I guess that’s the phase I was in. Common themes back in the late 80’s, towards the end of my high school career on the precipice of adulthood, mostly dealing with war, annihilation, racism, hate and an occassional possitive piece.
I don’t think I need to give this one much introduction or explaination. It’s about War, what is it good for?
Welcome back to Throwback Thursday.
Continue reading “The Fruits of War (poem)”
Somewhen on dark and probably depressing day I wrote this poem. It was marked as Part 1, but I could not find a part 2. So maybe I said all I wanted to say.
Continue reading “Thirteenth Floor (poem)”
Okay, not all my poems are dark, brooding or even from the 80s. Honest.
This one is a bit personal, but then again that’s the nature of poetry. This was probably around 1992 maybe 93. I think you’ll get who the sentiment is for.
Continue reading “Crystal Tears (poem)”
A few week’s ago I posted a poem that was based on Suzanne Vega’s “Luka” entitled “Luka II”. This is a follow up to that poem. The rhyming is a bit forced, but I think it’s just as good as the prior poem, though the rhythm is different. Not much more to say about that.
Continue reading “The Runaway (Poem)”
Wow, slow week for the blog, yet here I am again. It’s Throwback Thursday. Where I dig out a putrid poem (or writing) of my past. Last week I posted “Nemesis” which I’ve always been proud of. I said it was written around 1995, I think maybe 1993 because I found a companion piece. And a piece it is. It’s alright. It uses large words. I guess I had to prove something. I was tempted to edit it a bit, but here it is in all it’s gory … um … glory.
Continue reading “The Hunger (Poem)”
Wow. So I missed last week’s Throwback Thursday. Fear not, the well hasn’t dried up. No my wife was travelling and things were exactly smooth going, so I was a bit worried and distracted. So to the 2 of you that look forward to these throwbacks to my youth in writing, I apologize.
This week’s poem is a little more recent than the gloomy 80s poems I’d been posting. It came from the 90s. I’m guessing this was probably written about 1995. What kind of poem it is, I don’t know. But with the popularity of the Twilight and Sookie Stackhouse books I thought I’d let this one out into the light again.
Continue reading “Nemesis (Poem)”