Poetry

6-2-06
Log Cabin

We were going to build a small cabin,
Collect the dead branches and stack them,
What had we gotten ourselves in?

We chose our grassy field,
We formed our manly teams,
And kept our plot concealed.

And slowly the sadly stack grew,
And our plan began to take form,
We combined all the things we knew.

But we had little knowledge of which to tell.
The branches tumbled, our kitchen knives broke,
The cabin fell,
And we all went home to enjoy a coke.

No meaning, no solid image, no point, terrible ending. That's an excuse for a poem. The rhyme is good, but Rhyme Zone was used.

6-2-06
Pencil

Don’t let me lay here,
Immobile on this page.
Pick me up dear mage,
And take me anywhere.

May I have this dance?
Will you such mage be?
Will you sing your words through me?
Will you give me this great chance?

Can we dance the night away?
Can we etch a legacy?
Can we guide the blind to see?
Please tell me that we may.

Pick me up dear mage.
Guide me through your mind,
Through your thoughts in kind.
Let us dance across this page.

The rhythm is bad, the iambs are off, the rhyme pattern is weird. I was trying too hard.

6-5-06
Bow Kitten

Bow Kitten
Stand down, dear Pride,
Even the greatest fall.

But you do not fall.
How can you stay so silent?
How can you not love humanity?
How can you stand to let it destroy itself?

Stand down, dear Pride,
Hear the voices of their plea.
If only I could show you...
...from whence their pleas came...

But you see something I do not,
And I something you.

There was a moment when our world was one,
Where has that moment gone?

What have you learned?
What have you seen?
From whence does your pride come,
When men are falling like spring petals at the dawn of summer?
Have you met them?
The only answer you give is in the words of another.
What do you think?

I cannot pretend to understand you Kitten,
And somewhere along the road,
I have lost the key to your anteroom.

But you are merely human,
You have told me so yourself.

Bow Kitten,
Stand down, dear Pride,
Even the greatest fall.

Too much of it happens in my head. Overuse of the word "whence". The portayal is good. Good image with the petals and dawn. It's okay.

6-6-06
Kimi

Myriam Dumas is my
Name,
Or Kimiko Nagumi in another
Place:
Quietly she creeps and
Roams.
Silently she learns and
Teaches
Under a cowl of white, a
Veil.
Wandering until the uncoming day, healing
Xerxes I of Persia and Elizabeth II of Great Britain
Years Uncounted pass and comes no
Zygote
Alone she walks the Earth, by her Lord
Banished
Coolly she steps, remembering the future she
Doomed.
Empty eyes taking all in, the grief in
Full:
Greatness that comes and passes her timeless
Home
In a world seeming so
Joyless,
Keeping hidden her hopeless search for
Love.

6-7-06
Life
unpredictable, wonderful
going, going, gone
Dare to be objective!
Death

Water
cool, blue
rushing, flowing, flooding
Sparkling sunset on waves.
Drought

5-8-06
Somewhere,
Past the ocean,
Past the world, past the stars,
I can’t help but wonder if there’s
Nothing...

5-7-06
Six Months Left to Live

Were I told,
That I had only six months left to live,
It would mean very little.

The words of a wiseman, Gandhi:
“Live as if you were to die tomorrow.
Learn as if you were to live forever.”
Are mine to follow,
And mine to repeat.