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Golden Rule
There’s one Golden Rule to life that’s proven, tried and true: It is to “do to others as you’d have done to you.” I’ve given this a try but have found something amiss... It’s really quite unkind, you see, when you’re a masochist.
I for an I
I for an I You for a me Me for a you We for a we
Afflicted
I like a soul afflicted Addicted, yours and mine, To needing, wanting, searching For a spark, a hand, a sign
I like a light that’s shining Pining to be ablaze Unsatisfied by well and fine Just counting down the days
Who?
Who made you mad? I feel bad for And about you. Who put you in a box With only your kind And said “This is fine In fact, it’s best. The rest is not For you.”
Who blinded you To the beauty Of someone different? Someone new?
Who left you? Who left you alone At your computer? At your TV?
Who gave you a gun Instead of love? A shove instead of A handshake?
Who told you to toughen up You’re a wimp, you’re small? That this is it. This is all. Who told you that You don’t matter, So no one does? Nothing does?
Who taught you Fear and to say “I am not afraid. Fear me.”
Who took away Your interest and empathy? Your books? Your education? Your job?
Who warped your disillusion Into delusion?
Who lied to you And told you The Good Ol’ Days’ were Great when there’s Always been war? We’ve been here before And again and again, When did you Lose your youth? Who took it from you?
Tell the truth. Who?
Because it wasn’t me. It wasn’t us. You point across, When you should point up.
Deliberately
I wished to live deliberately, To be here for a reason, To "suck out all the marrow" In this and every season.
The truth -- it isn't easy. The struggle is unforgiving. But I get by, for I must try This experiment of living.
Unknown Caller
Buzz buzz buzz I check my phone Look who’s calling -- It’s Unknown. Do I answer? Do I dare? I say “Hello?” She asks, “You there?” “Who is this? Why do you call?” “I am Unknown And I know all. I am the strange I am the new I am what will Become of you.” “Tell me more! I must know Who I’ll be and Where I’ll go!” “Embrace the now, Let go the past, The future’s rich If you act fast You will win A two-week stay At our hotel! Sign up today!” And with that I threw my phone. Damn spam calls -- Leave me alone!
Writing Process
My process is to process What I’ve seen and heard, Input into output, Word by written word. My process is to process What’s inside my head, Parsing thoughts and feelings So they may be read.
Something New
See something new That you’ve not seen before. Try something new, Get messy! Explore! Meet someone new And just listen, be kind. Go someplace new, Then share what you find. Learn something new. Ask questions, like “why?” Be someone new And kiss fear goodbye.
Doubts
I think I can I know I can I know that I can try
I think I did I know I did And now I Wonder why
Rewind
Rewind me Rewind me To when then Was now. Remind me Remind me Of what changed And how.
Older Women
Older women Give me advice. They treat me nice For in me they see Who they once were, And they’re so sure I must take heed! Know what I need And what to do. I have no clue. Older women Have been to war, Been there before, Have lived, explored. They’ve been let down, Passed off, ignored. They’ve wasted time, Time goes too fast! The youth can’t last! But as a fact It can come back. Oh yes it can, ‘Cause here I am. Older women Shake fists at fate, Knowing what they Want too late. But they like to teach, Tell tales and preach. Maturity is Their security. Think they know me, They want to show me, And I say that’s fine. I’ve got the time. Older women I make them laugh, Make them sad, Then drive them mad. They build me up Then push away When I don’t do Just what they say Or what I should. If I’m not good, I disappoint. So what’s the point? I get to learn, They get to share, And unlike the world, I hear, I care.
Reluctant Poet
I’m a reluctant poet. I write and I rhyme -- yeah, I know it. But once folks start caring About what I’m sharing I become more cautious to show it.
Deferred
What happens to a poem deferred? When one can’t find That word upon word That will capture All that should be said -- Does it fall to The back of the head? Or fizzle -- pop! -- Then drop dead? Does it whisper, Scream or shout? Or does it just squirm ‘Til it finds Its way out?
Massage
I went to the masseuse To take out all my knots. I thought I felt a couple, Turns out I have lots. She smoothed every knot In my shoulders, back to feet. “I’ve worked every spot,” She said, “Yes, I am complete.” When she asked my thoughts, “It was fine,” I said, “But what about the knots That are inside my head?”
Eggs
I like ‘em scrambled I like ‘em fried I like ‘em sunny Don’t matter which side I like ‘em easy I like ‘em boiled I like ‘em cheesy Just please never spoiled 'Cause that's gross.
Spring in New England
Today it is snowing -- I think I might freeze! Tomorrow I’m sweating -- It’s 80 degrees.
Dear Walt
I celebrate myself, and sing myself, But don’t assume. My song is not wrong But it changes tune.
I recreate myself, and see myself As always in between, Hardly knowing who I am Or what I mean.