Does life seem empty to you when
There’s no one else around?
Or it somehow fuller,
More replete and more profound?
It’s something of a paradox
But yet, it seems a fact
While loneliness can kill you
Solitude
Can bring you
Back
Category: Original Poems
She Doesn’t Miss Him
She doesn’t miss him, not at all
It’s way more fun without him;
No more all those annoying things
She didn’t like about him
She’s independent, smart & strong,
Just fine without a date:
In fact, she feels tons lighter
Without having that
Dead weight
To share is human:
WP B.S.
“You’re very prolific,” she said to me
“More amateur-lific, instead…”
“What Category would you say you’re in?”
(Doggerel’s what I said)
“Much of your poetry’s hard to explain,”
“I see that’s understood”
“You really are quite self-effacing,” she said
“No, I’m just not that good.”
“Do you ever want to be published,” she asked
“I am published. Every day.”
“No I mean where you get paid and all.”
“I’m sorry.
I don’t think
That way.”
“Then why write at all, if you don’t want fame?”
“Look, I am not into fashion:
I write because I like to write and not
To become
Some kind of
Kardashian”
To share is human:
Hoarder’s Folly
Everything given is taken away,
This is what life’s about;
Many can face this with firm belief,
Others are filled with doubt
So stacking up things brings us comfort, perhaps,
If the things that matter most —
But much that we hoard will seem useless and vain
When we are but
A ghost
To share is human:
Contemporary Carnal Quandary
Why buy the cow, they used to say,
If you get milk for free?
Who needs relationships at all
When there’s pornography?
Reality’s an awful mess,
Requires compromise –
But fantasies are bargain priced
For ready willing guys
For what we want so badly,
Is right there – to make us new men:
To have human connection without
Having to be human
And maybe all this tends to make
Our ‘loves’ feel lost and quite small:
To find that what we want from them
Is really not them
At all
To share is human:
Everyone Who Knocked
Everyone who knocked then
Gained admittance;
All were welcome
None were set apart
The heavens opened wide
For us in wonder;
And nature spoke to us
Straight from the heart
Of how much we could see
If our eyes opened;
Of how much we could hear
If we’d but try
Yes, everyone who knocked
Was told to enter;
Including vagrants, lost
Like you and I
To share is human:
Harvest Time
All my life, I’ve made my choices
Heard some and tuned out some voices
Owing many, by some owed;
Reaped exactly what I sowed
What all’s wrong I still can’t tell ya
As a parent, been a failure
Spent long hours on this road:
Reaped exactly what I sowed
Have been luckier than many
Seen more uses than a penny
Tried to live by, like, a code:
Reaped exactly what I sowed
Still, in all, I’ve found a portal
Understanding I’m but mortal
And from where all blessings flowed:
Reaped exactly
What
I
Sowed
To share is human:
Piano Bar
I’m appalled at how I spent my nights —
A type of Muzak for the well-to-do —
And if it hadn’t paid so very well
I’d rather’ve cleaned out cages in a zoo
The years I studied classics through long hours,
The awesome heights their genius understood;
Was now reduced to decorative noise,
A prostitute who wasn’t even
Good
To share is human:
Mood Swings
And fast the heart beats
As we stretch in the air
For just a time —
To fly
A thousand defeats
With our ev’ry last care
Will vanish with
That high
But then we will land –
For the moment will die –
It just goes away
So fast
The last thought we banned –
That we know we can’t fly –
Will bring us down
At last
