Reality Me

Category: Poetry

Amateur scribblings often over rhythmic, rhymey, shallow and too Freudian.

  • How to be alone

    This is a beautiful poem by filmmaker, Andrea Dorfman (FB), and poet/singer/songwriter, Tanya Davis (FB). I encourage you to watch the entire video. Consider watching it alone.

  • Such a beautiful day!

    Tis a beautiful Sunday
    On a three day weekend
    The sun shines brightly
    And I think of working on Amy’s clubhouse
    I imagine playing with my children
    Riding bikes and swimming
    Frisbee golf and adventures
    Explorations and local attractions
    I think of cleaning the garage
    And improving the house
    All while typing away at my computer
    So that perhaps the next beautiful Sunday
    I can make these things a reality.

  • To rue the day or not to rue the day

    This day shall not own me!
    For it is Monday
    And I am master of my calendar!

  • Oral Happiness

    Stuck it in the mouth
    And wiggled it about
    Thrust back and forth
    Then took it out
    The stuff left behind
    Was then spat out
    Felt so good
    Want to do it again
    Brushing teeth
    Leaves such a grin!

  • I will change the world

    I recall childhood dreams
    And the adult in me
    Misses them
    So it seems
    All I have left are
    Daydreams.

  • Protected: That hollow feeling in the chest

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  • MANKIND from Grooks by Piet Hein

  • Tim Minchin’s Anti-woo beat poem Storm

    Very well produced!

    Seen on BoingBoing.

    What is woo-woo?

    Woo-woo (or just plain woo) refers to ideas considered irrational or based on extremely flimsy evidence or that appeal to mysterious occult forces or powers.

    [Source, Skeptic’s Dictionary]

  • An Artificial Light

    [n.b. 1st draft of an incomplete one that’s been sitting on a piece of paper far too long]

    There’s a crowd in here
    With so many voices
       and so many noises
    How can one be so alone
    In such a crowded room

    There’s a party in here
    Everyone is having fun
    Except for one
    Who knows
    It’s an artificial light.

    With a flicker flutter
       Pop a fizz
    We’re all aware
    We all know
    It’s an artificial light
       about to blow
    And the darkness comes
    Because all artificial lights
       burn out
    The light has to go.

    The sun is shining bright
    Birds are singing
    Daises tickle the bellies
       of cats playing with dogs
    Rain has washed the clouds away
    Only fog in the shadows remain
    The sun is shining bright
    It’s an artificial light.

    A shiny man lies in my closet
    He wears the clothes
       that no longer fit me
    The light in the closet
       burned out long ago
    The shiny man does not care
    He lives in the darkness
       with nothing to fear
    But an artificial light.

  • The Past Clings Forever to the Future

    The Past cannot be undone
    And will always haunt The Future
    We extol ourselves,
    “Learn from the past”
    While brooding with regret
    Frustrated, lacking the ability to forget
    The desire to move forward; hampered
    By our bygone action which shackles us
    Immobilized
    Frozen
    Unable to escape its grip
    The Past is one with us
    No separating from it
    No forgetting
    Perpetually haunted by its ghosts
    When at last, you have forgiven yourself
    And believe yourself to have moved on
    The Past latches on like a Tigress
    Pouncing upon Her prey
    Not even Death provides absolution
    For you take The Past to your grave
    And worse
    Leave some for those left behind.

    The simple solution to keeping The Past at bay
    Be inhuman
    Never make a mistake.

  • It’s not that complicated

    Don’t be fooled
    Live has no deep meaning
    We are simply a cog
    In someone else’s machine.

  • Foreseeing

    I knew it would happen before it did
    And when did, it happened so quickly.

  • Invincible

    I used to think that there was no challenge I could not beat
    No malady I could not overcome
    No loss from which I could not recover
    No misguided step from which I could not correct
    No betrayal which I could not forgive
    No pain which I could not withstand
    No negative which I could not make positive
    On all accounts, I was wrong.

  • Dreamed away

    The thing of it is
    I did what I did
    Ten years, no twenty, got behind me
    Thought I was a dreamer that did
    But I’m just a dreamer with wishes
    My many opportunities, all misses
    Those dreams all gone now
    Replaced with struggle and survival
    Life gets in the way
    Of living

  • Deep Thoughts

    I awoke from a 30 year dream
    And reality smacked me in the face.