Poems from long ago

I felt like posting a few poems I wrote a long time ago... I don't really know why... something about Kiersten's new poem, maybe.

Paper flowers

The silver wishes are tarnished

The hopes are now flown away

The sincerity is gone forever

The roses fade to grey

All seem as paper flowers-left too long in rain

Of insubstantial worth and always full of pain

Trbx

“I have no emotions associated with briefcases” and flippant coconuts tell of blackness and rain. A horse named Brideen and cuteness contains chopsticks and Emily’s top hat. The rain soaks through velvet moonlight to freeze on my skin-a kind of healthy change from clamminess and trees. Penny Quinn turns Pink and the ironies of archaic and no strings attached become manifest as a blank titled poem unravels into a jumble of numbers turned letters turned numbers-hexadecimal riddles and pastel flowers and this would be a cool puzzle cloud. Somehow, the rain falls on Morrie and Emily Dickenson, to make Tuesdays with singing feathers-a fitting testament to September. Philosophers and dentists are weirdly combined and inextricably merged as the nebulosae roll over.

Never Know

I’ll never know

How you think

What poetry is

How music speaks

I can only

Listen to you

Write unknown words

And cry at strange emotions

Jonas

I flew this morning-riding my bike-fleeing from something or to something-not quite sure which. Outdistancing my thoughts, my tiredness, my sleep deprived emotions. Riding fast, going hard. Brakes barely slowing me down, wind chilly past my body. On an island of grass-three deer. Two fled from my approach-one remained. And just looked at me. Just stared a me. And I felt this-this is what I was running to.

Finis

The walls crumble around me

I am trapped here forevermore

I have seen friends die and I have killed

I am forever changed by war

Bleak rain falls outside these walls

Snuffing fight and fire

Cold chills resound inside

An eternity to mire

Beneath the tower you and I wait

For an end to the end of time

While her castle collapses here

We listen for our last bells to chime

The bells sound at last

And we stay frozen in lime

She truly is at an end

And we have paid the price for her crime

once

once i knew how to dance in the rain

how to sing in the shower

laugh for an hour

once i knew how to be myself

without a doubt

for another self they never did tout

once i knew how to tell you things

secrets in the nights

when we stopped our fights

once i knew the voices of nature

of the flowers

of rose-covered bowers

once i was a child

much like you

but now i'm old

and now i'm through