Poetry

The first thing that I wrote, I believe, was a poem. Of course, now, I don't quite remember this, but it is true. They were very bad efforts—you don't want to know quite how bad. Some of the poems here may not be the best, but compared to those earlier efforts *shudders* be glad that I don't subject you to them.

Generally speaking, I write sad poetry, or some sort of "bad" emotion coming through -- sadness, anger, hate; some perhaps, will have a tinge of something else. If you don't like depressive poems, then this may not be the place for you. If you do, then you are in poetry heaven. As a rule I don't use strong language (i.e. fuck and the like), so don't expect them. I don't even use them when I speak.

I have had three of my poems published in Between the Sheets, a publication put forth by the Logan Writer's Guild, Inc., of which I was a member for better part of a year.

Close
Hmm, written around the middle of 2000 when I was feeling a bit sad. This poem was never finished, and I can't capture the feeling of the time, so it stands as is.

Bright Spark of Sunlight
A boring day in the office sometimes can be productive. I wrote this, wondering if it would be how I'd feel about a child of mine should I ever have one.

Glass Breaking
Sometimes I get weird ideas in my head and even weirder imagery. One of the odder dreams I have put to paper.

Miner's Shaft
I was kinda depressed when I wrote this one. I really wanted to do nothing more than roll over and sleep, but I said to myself, no: write.

Not Brotherly Love
On a mailing list once, a nurse mentioned that she had seen two veteran men come into a waiting room and began cuddling, much to everyone's shock and to some crass people's comments. I just had to say something.

Bars of Sunlight
This one was written in my bedroom when I had to have a poem done by the next day for critiquing.

Dance to Death
I would like to know myself where I wrote this one! It must have been somewhere in the household, but I would be stumped if I knew where.

Decisions
A somewhat clichéd thought behind this one, if I may say so myself. I can't think of any way in which to redeem it, though.

Different Perspectives
A different perspective of something that poems are written of most often … wow are they ever.

Drowns Me
What was I thinking when I wrote this one? It was done on the train, one of my best inspiration spots, but really!

Glory of War
One of those that I did for a high-school assignment. I received top marks for the original, which in retrospect still needed a lot of work. This is the most recent version.

Journey
Written in 1990, this is the oldest surviving poem of mine. I recall finding it on a scrap piece of paper accompanied with a drawing. Not too bad an effort for a 10-year-old.

The Lord
A somewhat satirical poem, although some may not quite get it. Look for the analogies in it. You might see it after a few reads *g*.

Promises
What of those broken promises … do they hurt? Do you remember them? One for all those that were broken to me by those that mattered most.

Lo Que Tenemos Que Hacer
One in Spanish that, sorry English speakers, I did not translate. I have no idea as to whether it makes any sense or not. If it doesn't, oops.

Thoughts on the River's Edge
I don't know why people like this one, but they do, so I thought that I'd include it here. This version is more comprehesible than the first; the first had "parched screens" etc, which made no sense at all.

The Vacuum
Another for high-school assessment. Modified since then, of course; but the idea stands. Seen and heard?

Visions
Inspired by some readings in one of the LWG meetings. Written in 10 minutes, and then read out to the group. It was liked a lot, but was meant to be prose! Ah well.

Wait for Me
Oh, this one is much liked also. Upon re-reading it, I see why. It is a moving poem, although not to the extent that some insist it on being.

Warnings of Prophecy
I can't for the life of me figure what it is that I was trying to get across with this one. Another train poem.