Posts Tagged ‘Nature’

Stopped Writing

Posted: January 22, 2002 in Poetry
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I fought to keep it down at first,
Like promising never to drink again;
The it was second nature to laugh
And explain that I was too busy.

But like drinking, there’s the thirst,
And I find myself back at the pen
Raping paper again as I ply my craft
In this motherfucking southern city.

Peace

Posted: March 23, 1987 in Poetry
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The mystical smoke entwined itself
Around the gnarled boles
Forming the legs of the vast giants
Which towered above the leafy floor
Of the timeless forest.
Eminating from three gold braziers
Intricately and craftily carved,
The mist and odor of incense
Wafted through the boughs
Of the ageless forest.
A leaf free triangle
Marked at each point by a bowl,
Set in the midst
Of a seemingly vast
And endless forest
A plaque is centered
Within this magical glyph
Untouched by nature or time,
Or mankind’s speculative laws,
Within the ancient forest.
Upon the plaque
Is written one simple word
Understandable by all
Bounded by nothing
Within the antique forest.
Peace.

Dictionary

Posted: March 13, 1987 in Poetry
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A big fat unabridged dictionary
Sat upon the shelf
Thinking and cogitating
Upon the nature of itself.

It knew what every word meant
Its knowledge was its might
But this ability did the book no good
For it had no power to write.

Upon the dusty linoleum floor
Lies a discarded coffee stirrer.
Weak and useless with a hollow core
Its memories only a blur.

It lies in wait for something new
Stepped on is a way of life.
A bottle cap with stripes of blue
Joins it in its strife.

Upon the ground, unnoticed by us
They stay without complaining.
Surrounded by motes of dirt and dust
Dents are all they’re gaining.

Lost and lonely, sad and forlorn
A plastic tube is all
What respect it ever had is shorn
In a world where all else is tall.

A bottle cap, just useless trash
Carelessly thrown away
It still feels humility’s lash
It’s chrome is dulled to grey.

Cap and straw, sitting together
Upon an unforgiving ground.
Hoping to love each other forever
Without ever making a sound.

But wind and nature will have their way
No matter what you can try.
The hollow straw was blown away
And a kid let the bottle cap fly.

So now among the piles of refuse
Present in all the world
A bottle cap’s silent tears break loose
And a straw is broken and curled.

Nature’s Path

Posted: June 1, 1985 in Poetry
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Nature’s Path
Of conflicting forces;
From first to last,
Eternal voices.

A group of trees,
The wind is coming.
A gentle breeze,
Inaudible longing.

The clouds are rising
Upon the wind,
Scarcely realizing
The danger within.

Within the glade
The wind is stirring.
The grassy blade,
Secrets burying.

Pressure building;
Night grows near.
Lightning flashes
Its threatening leer.

A fiery streak
From the sky;
A burning tree
Is the reply.

The storm is passing;
The damage is seen.
Burnt trunk lasting,
Disrupting the scene.