Saturday, September 7, 2013

Poetry?

Time, although only a continuos set of intervals, flew by this week. As I have about ten different thoughts, activities to do, I thought a nice change of pace would be to regal you with some of my bloody awful poetry. This is actually a reaction to me finding some of my old poetry and reading. My kindle broke, and I decided to whip out my Norton Anthologies (I have several of them from my time as an English major in undergraduate school) and re-read some pieces that I haven't read in about ten years. I have read Sir Gawain and the Green Knight, Beowulf,  and am currently reading Paradise Lost. My poems are nothing so intense or good for that matter. The first one, I think was me trying to be silly and playing with in a certain form. Although, I can't remember the form. It just made me laugh a little at my bravado. The other two are in the form of poetry that sounds like a sneeze- haiku.

Apples Teach
How do apples taste?
Can words decribe its essence?
Experience it!

Live
Hold a cup of tea.
Set down your stored anger.
Enjoy the moment.
The Nut Bomber

On bench do I intend my spot to watch 
A creature most peculiar bounding above.
I take a walk knowing his eyes are searching.
Someone will be target for his pecan.
His cute and surprised looks are deceiving.
Those evil eyes filled with dark intent and pain.
Lurking, hiding in shades above our heads.

On bench do I intend my spot to watch
A creature most peculiar bounding above.
He vaults from limbs with a malicious sense.
Watch the mischievous design develop.
A human is walking not aware of it,
The bomber calculating trajectory.
With a sinister smile the bomb is dropped- Hit!
Ouch! Stunned! quick, look up for the evil culprit.
But a rustle of branches is all he sees.

On bench do I intend my spot to watch
A creature most peculiar bounding above.
Searching towards the branches, but not a crackle
From above. I give a grin as he is searching
For that elusive creature who dropped its nuts
On him. I had my fun today, I walk
Away mindful of any rustle over my head.


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