The Mighty Aquarian's Writing Nook

Poetry
Poetry
Poetry
In the words of the great Neil Gaiman, "the poems are free." I post them here for your enjoyment.
"We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for." ― N.H. Kleinbaum
The Blind Contour Drawings of Building 9
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There they hang
Displayed for all
The artist experiments
Faces of fellow students
And, not faces
Proportion, off kilter
Reminds one of
Van Gogh
Picasso
Dali
Heads and features separate
Features not in alignment
Yet, for all its bizarreness
They are, undeniably faces
Rendered in darkness
Expressions from the mind’s eye
August 2012
The Surrender
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You stand in your world
And I stand in mine
Separated completely
By the dotted line
I watch you on your side
Loving you, feeling alone
I cannot turn to another
For I love you only
Wondering if you could love me
Being so different from you
As I see you pass on by
I can't figure out what to do
If opposites were meant to attract
Then you are my perfect mate
Yet we stand apart from each other
As if it were some cruel trick of fate
I should give you up
Let you go on your way
But it's hard to let you go
And find the right things to say
-Good-bye love
I'll set myself free
Hoping for the day
You'll come to me
Jan ‘87
All You Could Do
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I lay myself at you mercy
You through me to the ground
I placed you on a pedestal
It only came crashing down
I put my love out on the line
All you could do is take what is mine
I gave you my heart
You tore it to shreds
I gave you my affection
I saw returned not a thread
I cried enough tears to fill a pool
All you could do is make me the fool
I showed you my concern
You gave me no consideration
I tried to make us work
You ran for isolation
I gave you it all
All you could do is let me fall
October 1986
The Gentle Shower
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Rain falling
Lightly stepping
On the ground below
From the clouds
Reaching down
To touch the earth below
Calm storm
Posing no threat
Upon God’s creation
January 1987
The Yearning
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Slipping away in the back of my mind,
Are the memories of you and the love we once had
Far away have you gone in your secret journeys
And I am left to grieve and wait in the morning sun
Its warmth does nothing for my unrest soul
As I try to recapture some of the happiness of past times
Do nothing to comfort my slow drying heart
Say nothing to take away the bitterness and pain
Try nothing to make me smile in this life
Write nothing of the sentimental moments
Just wander back to my waiting arms
I feel you straying further away from me
Each day passes without signs of gentle compassion
All is lost in the grand old folds of time
To show no more emotion is to bare no more pain
Oh, how I suffer in this hazy twilight
Lonely is the one who's left with no one to hold
Do nothing to bring a joy into my life
Say nothing to calm the ragging ocean within
Try nothing to chase away my sorrows
Write nothing of a sacred emotion
Just return to kiss my yearning lips
January 1986
Time, Pain & Heartbreak
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The sound of heartbreak fills the halls
It slowly drains my loving cup
Till not a drop is left for me
Slowly my heart bleeds for the past
When these walls held security within them
Certain were the emotions I held inside
Now my broken heart is all I can see
Time, the healer, is the only cure
As I piece my emotions together as one
Love dwells not anywhere in my body
Instead, it’s an empty, hollow shell
Where once emotions ran free
Everything was so alive
Now, nothing seems to live when all seems dead
Pain takes its toll on the most likely in love
For they are the most vulnerable
Spite turns passion into the knife
To kill and deceive
Leaving the victim helplessly wondering, “Why?”
For remembrance, the scar sits upon my heart
Fear holds in the personality of a once joyous person
March 1987
Friendship
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When your days are empty
And your loving cup drained
I will be here for you
Whenever you call
I will be your comfort
And your rock to lean on
When your strength is gone
May 1989
Why?
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I look out my window
I see the bluebirds fly
Looking at the world below
I begin to wonder, “Why?”
Why do we fill the air with smog?
A gray pollution to hide the blue
Killing all the green plants
That collect the morning dew
Why do we cut down trees
That clean out all our air?
Leaving us to poison ourselves
Or do we really care?
Why do we product atom bombs
To blow us from existence?
Do you realize we could die
Because of one man’s persistence?
Our whole world could come to an end
All because of human ignorance
Why do we all act like this?
The motives make no sense
May 1987
Within
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Within my mind’s eye
I remember days gone by
A time to laugh, a time to cry
A time to live, a time to die
Within my body’s soul
I can feel the call
Bringing my out of my hole
Catching me when I fall
Within myself I see
My personality
Freeing myself with the key
Allowing myself to be
November 1985
The Parting
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Time elapses so slow
Now I sit and watch you go
It feels like a lifetime ago I met you
Now I sit watching you leave like you do
Too deep in sorrow
To run after you
Not looking for tomorrow
And all the heartache it brings
Hiding in the shell I created
Falling out of touch with life
Daring not to care this way again
Becoming a hollow structure of a person
The rain falls hard on the ground
And my soul cries out for you
But my agonizing voice is stopped
By the wall you build between us
Now I search for perfect insanity
And learning to love my misery
Suffering a death within a life
Thriving on a disastrous love
January 1986
Somewhere Along the Charade
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Could I make you love me
If I were someone else?
By rewinding the hands of time
To re-beautify myself
I love you madly
But, somehow, you don’t see
How fond I am of you
And what you mean to me
Now I’ll hide behind my other face
In this real life masquerade
And hope you fall for me
Somewhere along the charade
September 1986
Something Dies Inside Me
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I sit all alone
Watching all the little flowers dying
Why?
As the life leaves this delicate beauty
Something dies inside me
This planet holds little wonders
Mostly death and destruction present
Leaving nothing left
As little flower dies
Something dies inside me
All around is heartbreak
Broken affairs and lover’s lies
Passion without emotion
As death comes to little flower
Something dies inside me
No one loves his fellow man
Everything is take what you can get
Never once to give
While little flower withers
Something dies inside me
For she is a reminder
Of life on this planet in the modern world
The negatives dominate
So as little flower lies dead
Something dies inside me
April 1987
Definition of a Child
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What is
The definition of a child…
Is it how they came to be-
Biological?
Adopted?
Step?
Is it their height-
Tall?
Short?
Is it there species-
Human?
Furry?
Is it there gender-
Male?
Female?
They are all this
And more
Defined by
Unconditional love
August 2012
A Girl & A Boy
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In the classroom
There sat a girl
Behind her
There sat a boy
The girl saw them as equals
The boy did not share that view
The day of the test results
Was upon them
The boy did well
The girl did better
The boy, enraged
Brought his textbook
Down upon her
The girl, shocked
Saw blackness, then
Briefly lost time
The boy felt injustice
As he should have
Been the better
The girl felt injustice
That her brilliance
Could be dismissed
October 2012
Our Struggle
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They Say,
Those talking heads
On the television…
There is no war on women:
“It’s lies!”
“It’s the twisting of words!”
“It’s your imagination!”
If all they say is true,
Then why don’t I believe them?
The redefining of rape…
Should I not be offended?
The restricting of contraception…
Am I not to control my body?
The recall of Roe vs. Wade…
Isn’t this my choice?
My daughters look to me
For endless inspiration
For standing for what’s right
For continuing the fight
I look to my daughters
For remembering the past
For honoring those before them
For continuing our progress
October 2012
The House I Built
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The foundation was of caring
Trusting held it together
With acres and acres of love
In the house I built for us
I placed it in the sunshine
Beautiful songs and sweet sounds
And stars from Heaven above
In the house I built for us
It’s rooms were filled with sweetness
To cherish for all out days
Each designed with tenderness
In the house I built for us
It’s basis was the sensation
Your kisses gave to me
And the warmth in your caresses
In the house I built for us
I’ve been searching all my life
For creative perfection
And I gave that all to you
In the house I built for us
The walls have seen for years
The memories we now hold
Of all that we’ve been through
In the house I built for us
The time we spent together
Was something great indeed
The special relationship we shared
In the house I built for us
You were my only love
The one I gave my life
And I knew there was someone who cared
In the house I built for us
Now you’ve left my life completely
As you journey somewhere new
And I stay here growing old
In the house I built for us
The rooms all have been emptied
Of the gentleness they held
And the walls are stony cold
In the house I built for us
August 1987
Driving in a Florida Storm
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The skies opened up
As if to say
“No pleasant drive for you.
Let’s see you pass this trial.”
Water falling from
The heavens
Coming hard and heavy
Forming fluid walls
Outside the window it
Appears as if you’re underwater
There is light
Yet, no visibility
Choice: to stop and wait
Or continue on a wing and a prayer
Finally arrived
Placed in park
Sigh of relief
This trial is over
August 2012
The Message
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I am the All-American Heard!
And I am looking down from Mt. Olympus
To let you all know
Now that I have existed in this world,
My voice will live on for all eternity-
It will never be silenced.
And it will haunt forever
All the oppressors
All the haters
For I am on the side of right
Because my message is of love.
And this makes them powerless
In their efforts to exorcize me
From the pages of history.
I am the change I want in the world
As I live my life similar to Gandhi.
And I will not go gently into that goodnight
As I speak eloquently like Frost.
For actions and words are what
Is needed for change in the world.
I am the All-American Heard
…And I approve this message.
March 2013
Strange Bedfellows
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Night looms loneliness
over my barren bed. I am
lost in the books
languishing across the
bed. They are
my companion
through the endless
evenings while my
beloved drives
throughout the country.
My cat lays
beside me. She purrs
and coos. My confidante
through the solitary
twilight. My fluffy
child, filling in for those
who’ve grown up, moved on.
All of them together
demanding my attention,
offering themselves,
consuming my time,
taking focus off
of my empty nest.
October 2014
Scattered Reflections of Grandma's House
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Roses in the front yard…
Smoke from the BBQ in the backyard…
Seen through our youthful eyes,
It was never enough.
We would giggle at the potential,
As we sat on the couch and wondered,
That the Blues could lead to Hope.
As Grandpa’s car drove over the gravel
And hit every pot hole in the pavement.
The engine would hiss as it shut down
In the driveway, on the side of the house.
Then the Door would squeal
To cause all to glance in its direction,
To see Grandma in her new glasses.
We would balance on our nose
Robin feathers, fallen from
The backyard tree he claimed,
Trying to keep them from falling off.
These were the games of youth, that
We labored at in those summer days.
When we were blessed with sun
Hiding in the bush was, well,
A good thing.
The dog longing to reach the neighbor’s cat.
I would bare-handle it back to its home
Where one could see the heather in the yard.
In the evening, the crickets would sing
As we listened to the remote voices from the park
Up the street as they speak of baseball;
Pitcher breaking in a new glove,
Cleats ripping up the sod,
The skill of the swing.
…All in the falling darkness of twilight.
Drama, as the autumn leaves browned-
Death was on the landscape.
There was no scene from earlier to prepare us,
To make it disappear behind
A Magicians handkerchief
Or like leaves from the branches.
Adults yelling “Watch the children!”
What a spectacle they made!
As the mourners cast dull eyes
In their direction
And the leaves wanted to join in too
Flying in through the doors,
Into the living room to flutter near
Great Grandma’s coffin
Where she lay smiling.
I would rather see her
Dancing again.
I was just a girl when the shadows
Would make leaps into the future.
We were just kids as the shadows
Pushed us toward the future.
We were young.
Nights in my Apartment-
Remembering, as evening lingers,
While listening to the old 45s
And wonder at this time of love.
Unforgettable yet forgotten,
Time marched, bringing to an end the
Patented cries from the past that
Made it true.
June 2014