Digging It - Poetry From My Past

Here are some random mini-poems, penned over the decades past.

Teenagers

First date
touch act to follow


Untitled

I want a window
with a room



Multiple Personality Disorder

Wild Child born of a different form
known by no one but held by many
you run unpredictably hither
yon.

So abstract your thinking
none can pursue the depth
of the twirls and times which
resist and survive in a dimension
we lack.

Mind minglers distract and confuse.
Your awareness goes beyond what we
sense when you capture our thoughts,
refusing your own dream,you
want us to be your security.




Over, Easy

Relationships
like two eggs
cracked open
poured out side by side
to be scrambled until inseparable
or left alone, sunny sides up -
anyway you do it,
they're cooked.

Let's Try Poetry!

Opposite Poles

Your actions

are still

so still.

You are a contradiction

an addiction

by my terms

and because of yours.

I have hundreds of poems but as usual, while searching for something completely different I found what it was I should be posting! My style is to be concise and use words that seem to work well together then find a zing or a push or a twist or snap - whatever it is! Just read and think. Not everything I write is personal - some is to make me engage more in life. Here's another one to try out.

Actually

Recently I went through deep piles of old photos and of course

There were people I didn’t know in many of them

People I’m related to

People I’ve never met

People who helped form the lives of those I love

Lots of the photos have smiling faces but there is that time period when it seems

Smiling may have been punishable by death

At least if it was a smile for a camera

How stern those souls appear

But they couldn’t have all been fearful

There had to be a certain excitement centered around having a photo taken

After all not everyone had a camera

Or had access to one

Or knew someone who had one

It had to be a bit like the circus coming to town

Giddy

Curious

Alluring

Is it possible they envisioned these flash moments would be eternalized and chose to secret away the part of their lives we’d never know?

We always should suspect there is more than meets the eye.

In Memory Of

In a few days we mark the 2nd anniversary of my dad's death.It seems like forever yet it was almost yesterday.I didn't know until a couple of years before his death that he wrote poetry, meaningful poetry.There were many about WWII but more about his love for my mom.It was quite a discovering.I learned from them.Learned some more of why I do what I do.
If you can, reach out to your family and learn about yourself before there is no gift of time during which you can do it.