March 24
a drop of water
is suspended from the underside of the railing
swelling
growing
bulging
until at last
it can no longer hold its own weight
and lets go
March 2001
Every morning outside the downtown department store
a charter bus waits to take unsuspecting Pinocchios
to the local casino
March 2007
Summer Sunrise in Tuscany
Velvet folds of chestnut and oak
are draped over giant stone ribs,
swirling down into pools of dry grass.
Knee-deep in the golden stretches,
solitary cypress stand
as silent silver sentinels.
On hills far away,
invading swaths of sunflowers
giddily scream happiness.
Jupiter and Mars are the last fading notes
of a starry symphony
as the sun prepares to make its entrance.
Also contributing are cicadas and crickets,
swallows, mockingbirds and owls:
screeching, chirping, laughing and hooting.
There's the gurgle of a hidden stream.
And, somewhere to the north,
the muffled barks of a dog.
July 2001
Beautiful!
:beret:
*blinks* Those are awesome, titushome. You should join my poetry site. :teeth:
B
to be an artist
use all lower-case letters
casually punctuate your writing with profanity
feature nudity in your work
the more, the better
preferably your own
celebrate suffering
be misunderstood
scorn those who attempt to understand
question, but do not probe
learn, but do not know
and – of course – wear black
October 2002
Just me and Jesus
walking on a starless night,
the half-moon bright
in the western sky.
I'm about to enter the house
when He pulls me aside,
and we sit down together
on the front porch.
There in the stillness
He prompts me to examine
my fear, my mistrust.
I don't want to let go
for the fear I might never
find anything better.
With a gentle smile
He points out my foolishness
and in that moment,
in the dark on the porch,
we share a little chuckle,
just me and Jesus.
April 2002
*two thumbs up* That's got to be one of my favorites you've done!
:beret:
Life is new today
and life is old
Each breath draws cool damp air
I feel something drawing on me
Maybe it's destiny
Maybe it's something bigger
June 2002
Sitting
Sometimes,
when I sit very, very still,
I can feel the earth spinning,
beneath my chair.
I become wholly aware
of its rapid rotation:
a dizzying, pulsing,
numbing motion.
I feel myself a speck of dust,
held to the surface of this
incomprehensively massive sphere as it whizzes
through an engulfing emptiness.
I rest in the moment,
in the momentum,
until the sensation passes;
then I return.
February 2002
Things I've Seen In Oregon
There is an old, blue
rusted-out truck
nestled in a dense
grove of trees.
There is a stone, so
massive to dwarf
many trucks, resting
in a river bed.
There are hills that
fold so deep they might
swallow many stones
without memory.
There are stories of the
hills, and the stones, and the
trucks, that peek from the
dark like twinkling stars –
all mysterious and innumerable.
June 1999
Layers of truth
Layers of space-time
Shimmering
Folding
In, and out
In, and out
Like curtains in a breeze
Or light on the surface of a lake
I observe the light
Penetrating, or reflecting
Shifting, piercing dimension
Calling me
To
March 2002
jesus
the little fairy who lives in my head
when I feel bad about something I've done
I just say the magic words
and he waves his little wand
sprinkles a little pixie dust
and everything is all better
July 2002
They tell us life is pain:
suffering and loss,
friends leaving you,
strings of disappointments.
We hear this again and again.
Every poet, every playwright,
every songwriter – it seems
they all bear this message,
but I will not believe it.
November 2002
A Winter Sonnet
You find a river winding through the snow.
You break the ice which forms along its shore,
And place your hand into its frigid flow.
You feel the power therein; it pulls you for
A moment, just as long as you can stand
Before you separate yourself again.
You linger at the edge, holding your hand.
A little of your life is gone, the pain
Numbed by the cold. You wonder where it leads,
This moment surrounded by white, but you
Will see time yet before it shows what seeds
Are frozen in its banks, what plants yet to
Sprout sleep within those seeds, what blooms yet to
Open will draw their beauty here from you.
December 2002
:sing: Let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow! :sing:
:beret:
Snow? What is that?
Dream
Late some Sunday evening
And I am alone
Just me, and my thoughts, and my pen
But come Monday morning
I hope maybe none
Of the feelings I've now will be then
I find they consume me
I can't even sleep
For the blizzard of thought in my head
I want just to be free
Of this winter deep
I peer through the storm from my bed
No refuge in sight
No end for this one
Escape will not come to me
A dream in the night
A dream of the sun
What sort of dream might this be?
January 2002
(Hint: this poem is not about the weather. ;))
Yeah, I got that. ;)
Nice job, btw. :)
:beret:
Quote from: SippinTea on September 11, 2007, 03:42:20 PM
Yeah, I got that. ;)
I once shared that poem with someone, and she (seriously) thought maybe I was suffering from seasonal affective disorder.
:biglaugh:
:beret:
It is a most awe-some sunset:
from four stories up,
I can see the dense clouds that bow
as if through a fishbowl lens
over the trees, beyond my sight
both to my left, and to my right.
Sunken behind the clouds
there seethes an molten orb,
and trying to push its way out
– this is the most amazing part –
it creates along the bank's upper edge
a fierce vein of fiery gold.
This horizontal bolt of lightning
stretches to the earth's very ends
glowing all along its arc
like wood which, after hours in a fire
that is now dead, holds along its edges
the flames' last surge of heat.
October 2002
New Life
a-huh-a-huh-a-huh-a-huh
infant pants for air
her breath so soft yet vigorous
and trusted to our care
shhhh-shhhh-shhhh-shhhh
I hold her to my chest
her crying ceases, her body eases
she's sliding into rest
hmmm-mmmm-hmmm-mmmm
I hum a lullaby
composed just now, just for you
and breathed with loving sigh
ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh
infant draws in air
her breath so scarce it seems to me
it almost isn't there
oh God, dear God, sweet Lord, our God
One who gives life new
so much You've given us today
with our lives we thank You
13 October 2007
AWWWWWW
Spoken like a true loving Father.
:D
*sniff* Love it, Don.
:beret:
it was good titus!
Quote from: titushome on May 30, 2007, 07:09:08 PM
Layers of truth
Layers of space-time
Shimmering
Folding
In, and out
In, and out
Like curtains in a breeze
Or light on the surface of a lake
I observe the light
Penetrating, or reflecting
Shifting, piercing dimension
Calling me
To
March 2002
I love this poem. It reminds me of Einstein, his theory of relativity, and his thoughts on the fabric of space and time. That's a good thing, as I love those topics. :teeth:
Quote from: titushome on September 25, 2007, 01:18:28 AM
It is a most awe-some sunset:
from four stories up,
I can see the dense clouds that bow
as if through a fishbowl lens
over the trees, beyond my sight
both to my left, and to my right.
Sunken behind the clouds
there seethes an molten orb,
and trying to push its way out
– this is the most amazing part –
it creates along the bank's upper edge
a fierce vein of fiery gold.
This horizontal bolt of lightning
stretches to the earth's very ends
glowing all along its arc
like wood which, after hours in a fire
that is now dead, holds along its edges
the flames' last surge of heat.
October 2002
Amazing! Exactly the kind of poem that I love to read/write. You are getting my poetry juices flowing, again. *grin* Thank you!
Oh, and congratulations. :teeth:
B
Quote from: GlassDarkly on October 23, 2007, 02:49:52 AM
I love this poem. It reminds me of Einstein, his theory of relativity, and his thoughts on the fabric of space and time. That's a good thing, as I love those topics. :teeth:
Thank you.
Quote from: GlassDarkly on October 23, 2007, 02:49:52 AM
Amazing! Exactly the kind of poem that I love to read/write. You are getting my poetry juices flowing, again. *grin* Thank you!
Thank you.
Quote from: GlassDarkly on October 23, 2007, 02:49:52 AM
Oh, and congratulations. :teeth:
Thank you!
Welcome! :teeth:
B
Amazing
I've lied to you
still you trust me
I've stolen from you
still you give to me
I've injured you
still you hold me
I've cheated on you
still you love me
I've left you behind
still you wait for me
I've abused you
still you serve me
I've forgotten you
still you think of me
I've crushed your heart
still you heal me
I've shamed your name
still you call me your own
I've hated you
still you forgive me
I've torn you down
still you restore me
I've mocked you
still you weep for me
I've been purely selfish
still you want me
November 2004
That is awesome.
*speechless*
:beret:
white peeling
white paper
white living
alders
rising and falling in
forever vertical slimness
dancing
like air
like smoke
like children
in sun with
its vast light washing
all their world in
green vibrant
green phosphorescent
green translucent
like that crystal
stream of life
each is none alone
all are power together
they are here
we are here
forever is here
and we laugh
as the winds blows
through
September 2000
Awesome!
And I LOVE your new AV. I saw it in one of the Bible threads, but it wasnt appropriate to tell you in there.
Dude! you are amazing! :clap: i love this!
Quote from: titushome on June 12, 2008, 07:20:27 PM
white peeling
white paper
white living
alders
rising and falling in
forever vertical slimness
dancing
like air
like smoke
like children
in sun with
its vast light washing
all their world in
green vibrant
green phosphorescent
green translucent
like that crystal
stream of life
each is none alone
all are power together
they are here
we are here
forever is here
and we laugh
as the winds blows
through
September 2000
How could I ask You to forgive me?
How could I have such nerve?
How could I ask You to bear
the responsibility for what I've done?
But You've already borne it,
before I even decide I can't ask.
And You're already offering it,
before I have a chance to turn away.
You've changed the whole equation –
it's equal now, because now
You're on both sides:
mine as well as Yours.
Before, I was tried in the balance
and found wanting.
But now, with You on my side,
all things are possible.
2007
:thumbsup2:
A ladybug is orbiting my light bulb.
Her years go by:
about two per second.
I have a hunch
she will burn out before her sun does.
March 2001
:grin: thats great.
:D
As I look around this room,
look upon these people here with me,
all at once a layer of dimness is stripped away –
a sheet of film,
a covering of artifice –
and like Adam I see the world through newly naked eyes.
But a moment ago I was inhabiting a dream of this place;
suddenly, my eyes are opened and I am actually here.
July 2004
Lost
Somewhere, I lost my hope.
The freshness, the light-heartedness I knew
were scurried away by a thousand little anxieties
I once believed could not affect me.
But they're holding me down,
and now I'm looking up,
trying to remember,
to glimpse through the fog what once was so clear,
to trust the surety of you, beside me.
Oh, to return, not to naivete,
but to innocence.
February 2002
Quote from: titushome on September 12, 2009, 02:42:21 AM
Lost
Somewhere, I lost my hope.
The freshness, the light-heartedness I knew
were scurried away by a thousand little anxieties
I once believed could not affect me.
But they're holding me down,
and now I'm looking up,
trying to remember,
to glimpse through the fog what once was so clear,
to trust the surety of you, beside me.
Oh, to return, not to naivete,
but to innocence.
February 2002
That's good.
Nice!
Thank You, My Friend
How is it that you are my friend?
That you have come to hold
such a large place in my life?
Do you know how much I prize
the time I spend with you?
The conversations we've had?
The memories we've exchanged?
The experiences we've shared?
How can I express the joy I feel
just in knowing you?
Or how much I cherish
the relationship we have?
All my words are timid substitutes
for what I wish I could say,
but cannot be said.
June 2002