Don’t Fall in Love The rain falls past my light post at night to land sadly on my white canvas shoes The sounds of Genesis emanate from my earphones to vibrate in my ears but fail miserably to change my mood. Person after person walks me by on there busy journey to nowhere significant She … Continue reading Midweek Poems – Don’t Fall in Love
We can sit and stare at each other for hours, but have nothing to say. We can walk happily hand in hand for miles, but she can’t make love to me. We can tell each other of feelings of love, but hers are stronger in the past and mine are in the present...and future. We … Continue reading Midweek Poems – “I Love my Baby, My Baby Don’t Love Me”… R. Johnson
The flames rise to dance anew with the added fodder. Sadness consumes happiness as thoughts feed the flames. Wood to coal to ashes the dance goes on. Thoughts of expectations misleading joy to denial. The flames jump up into the ether their fuel is the air itself. Sad memories linger always feeding on existence and … Continue reading Midweek Poems – Out of Sight Out of Mind?
I’m down With some contemporaries of mood. My favorite pessimists: Kurt Vonnegut, Rod McKuen. love of others, love of self: Intertwined and misdirected! I’m up! Only to the wish of clouds. by M. Perron (Originally written March 7, 1992) Notes: I fondly remember this period as one of great creativity. I was reading and writing … Continue reading Midweek Poems – As I read this
Copernicus Wiffledown was well admired. For it seemed this well to do gent had a generous nature that never expired. Some even called him the Christmas day Scrooge, for his delight in giving was so lovingly huge... by M. Perron (Originally started July 3, 1990... remains incomplete... so far.) Notes: This was one of those … Continue reading Midweek Poems – The Lay of Copernicus Wiffledown
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The binding holds in The pages to be filled Like a sculptor I can believe The medium holds the art Study the lines and textures The surface is secretive Only impulse distracts The poem from the page by M. Perron (Originally written March 9th, 1992) Notes: I can't shake the feeling that there is another … Continue reading Where the poem hides
I’m lying in the dark for what seems like forever. I know I exist, because I feel movement and solid mater surrounds me on all sides. Suddenly a light shines on me, I’m grabbed large soft things squeeze me too hard. In a single movement I’m transported between a pair of soft, warm surfaces that … Continue reading Life of a Smoke
Frustration Oh, so cold, very cold Cold enough to spread Out of my centre. Cold enough to raise The hair on my forearms. Cold enough to cause My hands to loose grip of my pen. Cold enough for respite To be found solely in a fetal position. Oh, so cold, very cold Frustration by M. … Continue reading Frustration
A collection of words… Insensible A jumble of thoughts… Non-sequential An abomination of emotions… Unreasonable All from lack of inspiration. by M. Perron (Originally written March 16, 1992) Notes: Well, this is amusing. I was writing about having no idea what to write about. Kudos to me for sticking to it!