Hi all, my apologies for not letting you know beforehand. I left today for vacation and most likely will not be back until Sunday. I may post some writing that I do on the trip once I get back, but I will not be posting again until then. Thanks everybody for reading and sticking with me!
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Jack And The Giant Headsplitter
Wherefore doth mine head hurt so? Pain und schmerz, ein und das gleich. I am having trouble thinking as the words pour forth. Please enjoy the poem friends, I hope it more enjoyable to read than to feel.
Headache
Pass, pass, pass the test.
Look around and find no rest.
Surely there into the pot,
there it goes,
the lemon zest.
My head so round,
it pounds again.
I find no time
and can’t tell when.
Bleed again into the sea,
lining the ballast I can see,
my life again it flashes there.
If only now I had some tea.
Fe fi fo fum,
drown your sorrows in some rum.
It feels though the giant stomps upon my rigid skull
as beanstalks grow in through my ears.
Car is stopped.
I’m out of gas.
My Own Deuteragonist
Wouldn’t it be nice to have a twin? Someone to sit by and be just like you and understand you on a level no one else can but just different enough you never get bored? I’d like to think I’d have a pretty good time. Please enjoy the poem today, compadres.
Who-tagonist?
There I stand at center stage,
peering out at the audience.
Silently watchful, ever careful.
I await a most precious applause.
Fiddling with my belt,
I tremble at their fickle gauge
as I am held by steely gaze.
I play a most important part
standing there at attention,
giving my most dogged monologues,
and begging for the crowd’s affirmation.
They don’t see the shadows in the audience,
or behind the stage.
They only see the light that trains upon me its great weight.
Come up close and then you’ll see,
Not my face but a mask it’ll be.
All this praise,
and all this love,
but look again into my face.
Don’t you recognize the porcelain?
At last a clap!
My worries melt away.
Not a man, nor a beast,
but now an icon.
I wouldn’t want to disappoint the fans!
Dreaming Of The Sea Again
The same dream again. I see the sea so close by and yet… It remains so far away. Miles and miles I could trek and ever still would not find it. One day though, I will find my place beside the sea. That place where I intend to laugh and play and hear the gulls. To smell that sweet sea air. Peace, well deserved.
Origami Heart
There abounds my heart,
fluttering, flying, floating down
and lightly alighting on the sand.
It looks as if a paper gull,
origami,
that ancient art.
A folded page in the shape of that
thing which beats beneath my breast.
So light and so airy,
held there by the breeze,
as if some old fairy.
No wishes to be wrought.
All I’ve got is what I brought.
Smell the salt and brine,
reminiscent of cheap wine.
Written there upon the page,
a memory perhaps,
or some old adage.
Can’t quite catch!
If only I could read it,
perhaps I could remember
how the world was lit.
If only for a little bit.
Wanna Get Married?
Afternoon, all. Here I am now, again, sitting here. I am thinking, wondering maybe. Dreaming of dark hair and red lips. Satisfied and unsatisfied, finding not that which I’d like to find when I go looking. Please enjoy the poem, friends.
Some Kind of Relationship
Do you think there’s someone out there?
Someone who just knows where?
They’ve found their place and it’s with you.
Just a table set for two.
An aching, tired body,
battered and bruised.
I sleep as soundly as I can,
for only in my sleep do I heal,
for only in my sleep do I not feel.
As heart it twists and stomach it turns
That feeling inside,
that something that burns.
Forget-me-nots come in with the tide.
The onion-hat of sultans sits so sublimely on his head.
A man who now alone rests among the dead.
Like before I’ve said,
all the gold’s been turned to lead.
Poems by Sam 