College Poems

The End Passion ripping that my very soul, my mind says no . . . and yet onward I move, and on and on and on . . . can’t I ever stop. No! no! please! please! Pain . . . then silence.   Ponytail I love you not for what you are, know what you mean to me, I love you for your ponytail, it makes me shout with glee. The way it whittles down your back, the way it’s going so free, the way it floaters in the breeze, a beautiful sight to see. I love you not for what you are, nor the letters I get my mail, in fact, I don’t love you at all, I love your ponytail.   What’s Not Moonlight and stars and things like that, don’t mean much to me, the glamour of a starry night, isn’t much to see. A lakeshore drive and silvery  sands, and all that polyrot, are stupid, silly, weird and strange, because they are what they’re not.   Awakening Love What light is this that awakens me, from a deep and dreamless sleep, Hark! ‘tis is not a light that wakens me, ‘tis radiant beauty fair and deep. A beauty that is far more fair than all I’ve ever seen, her silken hair her classic face, to surely the beginning The beginning of a life anew, a life that was meant to be, the beginning of a life for us throughout eternity Till now my soul was heavy, my heart was filled with grief, But your beauty has awakened me, and now I found relief. Relief...

Eulogy

The dream ends. Memories separate into fragrances. Coffee, patchouli, shampoo, fresh mowed lawn. Life is fragile, but only for the living. Work, play, preen, converse, disengage, sleep. Dawn. Lyrics are forgotten. Melodies play with repetition. Love songs, here and there and gone. What next?  What for?  Why not?  How? Move...

Passing Camaraderies

The path of life is a winding road.  Sometimes even turning back on itself.  Expectations along the way don’t always work out, often because of delusions of self.But more often, because of a lack of preparation for the journey.  You meet a fellow traveller; share the road for a while, then either you or they disappear; because of apathy, conflict, divergent goals or death. You thought they’d be with you all the way. You thought they cared.  You thought you cared.  You break a heart. Your heart breaks you. You become better or worse from those passing camaraderies and always different. Then you come to the crossroad.  A choice must be made.  Continue on your path – more of the same.  Take the road to the left – something different.  Take the road to the right – rest area. As a young person, I started out following the rules of the road, only to find there are no rules, just meaningless signs posted by adults for undeterminable personal reasons. Today, I looked down and, instead of following my path; I’m making road signs for reason unknown to me. I need to get back on the road to see what or who is around the bend.  Maybe it will be an old friend or someone new to walk beside me for a while.  Maybe it will just be me, the morning glories, sparkling waters, and sounds of new...