New Poem
4/12/04


You left
Again
Jean jacket 
Fading away
Into the rain
Holding my breath
Not wanting your silhouette to disappear

And then you were back
Time seemed to rewind
To before you got mad
Before the fight
Before you began it
Before I began it

I always knew you were moody
But not like this
Happiness
Seeming too good to be true
Am I dreaming?

But it was different 
Your happiness was in your smile
Eyes, cold and grey
Too distant 
Not the glowing blue ones 
I thought I knew

And when you smiled
There was awkwardness in the air
I was chilly
No warmth issued from you anymore

So please
Leave
Only come back 
When I won't be cold

4 New Poems
4-1-04

Spilled Wine

A spilled wine glass
Compared to a broken heart
The bitterness
The sweetness
Drowning in love
In wine

Spilled blood
Spilled grapes
Spilled the chance you once had
Spilled it all

I saw you yesterday
Only another figure
Soaked to the skin
Slouched over
Drops falling
Over your nose
Your mouth

Wine mopped up
Washed away 
Down the drain
The drain
Goodbye

I know one difference
Wine leaves the happy feeling
Love only leaves
Bitterness


Who Am I?

A blurred figure
Against the drops
Slow motion catches up
Hits the ground

Blue raincoat
Against red
Or yellow
Only one in a sea of hundreds
Where are you?
Are you there?
Asking yourself
Who am I?

Only you know the answer
I thought I knew yesterday
But when I saw you today
Something changed

Hope

Hope is Shelter
Hope is food
Hope is comfort
Hope is believing
Hope is the beginning
Hope is the middle
Hope is the end
Hope is love
Love is the present
Love is the past
Love is the future
Hope is trying
Again
Again
Hope is you
Hope is me
Hope is you and me

Me, Myself and I 

I loved you yesterday
Yesterday I was with you
You were with me
Me, myself, and I 
I am alone today
Today I am sad
Sad because you left me
Me, myself and I
I sat there
There, just waiting to rewind time
Time was fast-forwarding me
Me, myself, and I,
I don't know who I am
Am I someone new?
New or just being introduced to me?

Me, myself, and I


HOPE
a collection of poems

1
She sits there,
Shoulders hunched up over her desk
The pen skirts across the paper
Scratching away at the tiny scrap

The day gets darker
Her weak desk lamp is dim against the bitter darkness that surrounds her
She squints to see the ever-fading paper
Though she continues to write on

Her brain is half asleep
Off in some world dreaming
While another half's gears twist and turn
The ideas too large to transfer to paper

Her words are jumbled
Messy handwriting confuses even her
Her lines slant diagonally downwards
Making it almost impossible to read the amazing story

Her mail doesn't contain
Christmas cards from forgotten friends
A Hallmark Happy Birthday card
Her mail contains
Rejections that destroy her hopes

All full of excuses
Lying to the brim
She can't read them
And throws them away

And as we sit reading the safe, interesting novels in our world
Someone out there
Is trying to bring excitement to us
On a couple of tiny napkins

2
The Graham Crackers are laid out on a platter on the kitchen counter
Two glasses of apple juice (Exactly two ice cubes each) sit on table
Every thing is clean like every day
Until about 3 Pm

They rush in through the back door
And start wiping their grubby little fingers on everything
Counters, sofas, even the toaster
You sigh and need an aspirin

"Everyone wash your hands," you yell
Feet pound on the floor as they rush to "scrub" their hands
You hear one rinse
And they're back again

Their chubby little hands grasp the apple juice
And crumbs spill out of their mouths
Everything is gone in about two minutes
When you have kids with huge appetites

They rush out of the kitchen
Wiping their hands on their new jeans as they go
The TV turns onto cartoons
As you begin to mop up the crumbs

The door swings open
Your eldest comes in
Geometry, trigonometry, all way too confusing for you
But I guess not for her

She sits at the table
Her pleated skirt hanging over the chair
She chews on her eraser
Erasing, writing, erasing, writing

Then comes the middle one
Sweaty from basketball practice
Pulls off her sneakers
And takes off to the shower 

Soon dinner is simmering
The middle one keeping a watchful eye on it
The young ones out catching fireflies
And your eldest, (and you) troubling over her homework.

But all the troubles are forgotten as dinner is served
Passing the food around the table
Complimenting the chef
While all troubles are forgotten

3
You sit 
Squished into your seat
Your eyes dart around the full subway car
Searching for. . . whom?

A woman sits next to you
Yakking on her cell phone
Shopping bags at her feet (Abercrombie of course)
No, she can't be

A kid about sixteen
Feet sprawled far out in front of him
Listening to rap music
Not him either

A woman with three kids
A huge purse (filled with snacks no doubt)
She sits her kids down, ushering them to be quiet
Can't be her

You stare in front of you
You see a face staring back at you
On a window so faint
Your reflection

4
You sit on the bed
Feet dangling over the edge
You stare with your eyes wide
And your thumb in your mouth

Your mom decides what to wear
Dress after dress is laid on the bed
Each more breath taking then the last
And so soft to the touch

Your dad is already dressed
A simple tie and jacket
He hates to dress up
And gets it over with as quick as possible

Your mom is still contemplating
Trying on them again and again
She finally picks one
The most beautiful of them all

She takes her jewelry box down
Searches through it with her newly polished fingers
She picks out some earrings, a bracelet, a necklace
All too beautiful to touch

Then you jump off the bed
And your mom takes your hand
She leads you to your room
And opens your closet

You put on dresses, skirts and pants
And take them off again
Finally she puts you in a red skirt and a white top
And leads you out the door

Your dad and sister
Wait in the hall
Your dad straightens his tie
And you all walk out the door

5
No one really understands
What it feels like
To be forgotten
Just pushed away one day
Off with the wind like a leaf

Nobody understands
What it feels like 
To be remembered
Pulled back one day
Against the wind, back into the circle

And no one really understands
What it feels like
To be in the middle
Floating between here and there
Floating between here and gone

But each of these kinds of people
Wants to be somebody else
Wants to be there. . .  or not there
Wants their life to change
To be pulled away with the wind 
Or to fight it
Or maybe to just be in the middle

Everybody wants to be
Someone they're not

Earlier Poems 

Waiting 
A collection of poems for fathers day

 My World 

I sit and take in the,
Smell,
Sights,
Tastes,
Of my silent world.
Glistening,
Glowing,
Firefly world.
Funny,
Silly,
Comedy world.
My world.




Waiting 

I scream inside,
Hoping,
Waiting,
For no one.

Maybe,
Just waiting,
For me.





Indoors 

I'm feeling mad,
Staring out,
Snow falling.
Snowball fights, 
Never will come.
For I,
Am inside.



Verb 

Jump,
Slide,
Swing,
Ride.
Swim,
Play,
Bump,
Stay.
Sit,
Sleep,
Smile,
Eat.

Verb.

Tick- Tock 

Tick,
Waiting,
Tock,
For you.


Mountain 

Everytime it starts to snow,
People come,
People go.
Up the mountains icy edge,
Like a tall, snowy hedge.
Up the mountain step by step,
Tired from the snows deep depth.
Everytime it starts to snow,
People come,
People go.

Red Brick Road 

It's always been,
The yellow brick road.

But from that spiral road,
Comes another color.

What if you were told,
To follow the red brick road.
What would happen?


Gargoyles 

Gargoyles,
Gargoyles,
Take your place,
Some hold harps, one holds a bass,
And begin your nightly race,
With the moonlight in your face.

When the night begins to fall,
You think they won't move at all,
But the FAT, slim, and TALL,
Come out,
Of their stony wall.

When the night turns to dawn,
The gargoyles slowly begin to yawn,
And like sleepy  baby fawns,
You'll see them sleeping in the dawn.

Gargoyles,
Gargoyles,
Take your place,
With the moonlight,
On your face,
Some hold harps,
One holds a bass.
Gargoyles,
Gargoyles,
Take,
Your place.


Parallel lines 							

1 whole year,
From when those parallel lines,
Toppled over like dominoes.

1 whole year, 
From when those evil dust clouds,
Tailed me like a hawk.

1 whole year,
From when our tall yummy popsicles 
Melted into sticky  goo.

1 whole year,
from when our parallel lines  collapsed,
and made us all run away.


Poor Pouting Face 

I've always been told,
Never mind that sad begging face.
Just walk past everyday,
It grows thinner,
You grow taller.

It's just begging they say,
But I can't resist,
That poor pouting face.

So one day,
On the tenth day,
Of the tenth month,
Of my tenth year,
That brown splotchy dog,
Is picked up, by my warm safe hands.


Mountain ice 

Topped to the sky,
With packs of ice,
Always makes me want to slice,
Through that mountain of snow.


Laura 

Comes out of the ocean,
Smelling like sea,
Comes on the sand,
Just to lick me.
Whatever she does,
I'll never get mad,

At Laura,
The dog,
I never had.



Snow 

Small white specks,
Urging,
To emerge,
From rain, 
To snow.
Small white specks,
Get harder.


Life 

Billions of years ago
Quiet rings around
Like you're underwater
And the small glint of light
Breaks open
And awakens life.


Beauty sky 
Beauty sky
Jumps out at you
Like an endless trail
Of everything.


Someone lurking 

There is someone lurking
Deep down inside
Hoping 
For a glimpse of light
Before
Darkness hides her.


Watching 
I watch
Don't move
Wait for that moment
Don't blink
My eyes water
But I still sit.

Sun fades
It slowly grows darker
Twilight falls
Stars come out
I'm still waiting.

Finally that moment comes
I love it.


A Book 
An epic novel
With tales of peace
Smiles back at you

A worn out fantasy
A dribbled apple juice cover
With those wandering eyes
Of a six year old wonder.


Image 
My image of a snowy day
A tall white tree
Motionless
Covered with untouched snow
Until 
The wakening sun
Only leaves
A wet drip.


Cozy 

I feel cozy
As I sit
Rest
Wake up in that wonderland.

Evil
A constant swirl
An endless whirl
Of debris and plaster
From that one disaster

And from that attack
There's one thing it lacked
The feeling of love
As it flew from above.

As I sit and remember
That day in September
It all comes back to me

The day when evil
Was set free.


Falling Beauty

When teardrops
     like falling beauty
     enter the misty dreamland
     colors connect with love


Why?

Why do you bullies push me around?
Why do you treat me like dirt?
Why do you push me down to the ground?
Why do you do that Curt?
Is it because your parents are mean?
Or do you just like what you do?
There Curt,
Now have you seen,
Others have feelings too!


Rush Hour 

Creeping crawling down the line,
"Here comes the C train Casey, Quick the doors are closing!"
Romping, raging, roaring rush hour,
"Here comes the R train Ronald, rolling down the rail!"
Romping, raging, roaring rush hour,
Rats running down the line,
Romping, raging, roaring rush hour...
I think I'll stay home today.


Waves 

Big waves,
Tall waves,
Little waves,
Small waves.
Waves, waves, waves, waves.
They roll across the ocean, 
They roll across the sea,
They roll across the river,
And they roll across ME!
They roll up through the Atlantic,
And into the Arctic sea,
And keep coming back,
And keep coming back to ME!
Rain
Rain falls upon me, singing its sweet song and I know I am free.

Rain falls upon me, singing its sweet soft song and I know I am safe.

Rain falls upon me, singing its sweet soft wet song,
And all my thoughts,
Blow,
Swim,
Float,
Crawl,
Away.

The Sad Crash

This poem is dedicated to all those who lost their
lives trying to help people.
Although thinking about ground zero makes me sad
I feel the need to write this poem.
And to all the Firefighters and rescue workers
out there, you're our heroes.

Crash!
Our famous building falls leaving its place in our city,
bringing thousands down with it.
Our building that once stood so tall
has become a mountain of ashes.
Our building that once towered above our home,
cowers beneath our city,
and that one crash
changes our lives forever.

I Wish.....

I wish I could fly like a bird in the sky
I wish I could paint like daddy and Kate,
I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish.

I'm seven, my sister is eleven, Ava's turning eight,
things just wont be the same.
My mom's forty five, my dad's fifty eight
it's just like going fishing but without bait!

Writing writing it's just not the same
it's writing it's writing
it's the stamina game!

Spring sort of rings, I can hear the birds sing.
So please mommy don't make me take a nappie
Even though I never do.
Suddenly it's very hot, I know what I've got.
It's summer, that's what it is. 
Now don't try to pick a fight with me,
I can see from the top of a tree.
Wheeee.... A sudden breeze,
It's fall, whooppee....
the leaves are all different colors,
how can I count them all,
with winter on the way?
Oh, my, look at the flakey snow,
we're in winter finally.
It seems like a long journey,
that's all the seasons....bye!

Clouds like horses, clouds like dogs.
Clouds like castles, clouds like frogs.
Clouds like trees, logs or bees.
Clouds, clouds, clouds.

Food, food, I'm not in the mood.
I'm not being rude, I just don't want food.

I gaze in to the sunlight,
I gaze in to the bright,
I gaze in to the sky,
I gaze at all the birds that can fly.

Rasta is asleep. She doesn't move a muscle,
as me and Brett go swishing past her
on our skateboards down the drive.
She doesn't even stir when a butterfly sits on her,
she doesn't move a muscle, she doesn't even breathe,
her heart doesn't move or beat, she doesn't move,
that only tells us one thing.

First there's the only true god shining on us.
Then there is the red-hot planet mercury Hot,
hotter hottest!
Then comes Venus it's cooling down a tiny bit!
Don't forget earth, let's stop for a visit!
Then there's the moon, one thing that causes day and night!
Then comes mars, just waiting for life!
Wait what about Jupiter and it's famous red spot!
Ring around Saturn, but don't fall through!
Then remember Uranus, one dull planet!
Neptune's next, watch out we're on to Pluto,
one of the most coldest planet's,
just try living there!

I watch the raindrops tears
slowly racing down the window, 
as I listen to the thunder's booming laugh, 
and the lightning's evil cackle, 
fighting with clouds across the sky. 
But soon the rainbow's colors, 
stops the evil fight, 
leaving its glittering shine 
across my window.

when birthday air blows
chocolate cake goes
into the river of good
while spinach keeps on blowing
on to the river of bad
blowing as hard as it could

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