“A verbal art like poetry is reflective; it stops to think. Music is immediate, it goes on to become.”
W. H. Auden
Tag Archives: poetry
Summer of Verses – Poem 10 – I forget…Is it Naptime?
Sunday, July 6, 2008
I woke up early…too early…
Did I sleep OK?
I forget…
Is it naptime?
I wanted snacks and more cereal…more cereal…
Did we eat breakfast?
I forget…
Is it naptime?
I didn’t eat my lunch…yucky lunch…
Did we have food?
I forget…
Is it naptime?
I want to go swimming…too hot…
Do we have a pool?
I forget…
Is it naptime?
I want ice cream for dinner…chocolate ice cream…
Did we buy cones?
I forget…
Is it naptime?
Chicken again…yucky chicken…
Do we have macaroni?
I forget…
Is it naptime?
I want three books before bed…not two…
Have we read these?
Oh, I forgot…
We missed naptime.
By: John E. Murray, III
Summer of Verses – Poem 9 – What Are We Talking About?
Friday, July 4, 2008
What are we talking about?
It is too early to rise…
What are we talking about?
I am tired, please call again later…
What are we talking about?
OK, I am up…
What are we talking about?
Breakfast, snacks, and television, too much all at once…
What are we talking about?
You need a snack…I need some sleep…
What are we talking about?
I need some caffeine and juice for you…
What are we talking about?
Nap time, just 10 more minutes, please…
What are we talking about?
This show, that show, some other show…
What are we talking about?
Oh, everyone’s up, yeah…I can sleep…
What are we talking about?
It’s bath time…yeah, you go first…
What are we talking about?
OK, gotta go to work…See you tomorrow…I mean later…
Is this a weekday?
Ah, man, back home…
Great…good night…I mean morning…
By: John E. Murray, III
Summer of Verses – Poem 8 – It’s Late…I’m Late…Too Late…
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
What time does it have to be
For you to be too late?
What is late anywho?
I was late again for time
I didn’t even know I had…
I was late again for a time
I didn’t even know existed.
Is it too late to go back again?
How far back do you have to go?
Why do you have to go?
Besides, it is down the hall to the left…
What…yes…nevermind…
It’s Late…
I’m Late…
Oh, forget it…
Too late again…
Maybe tomorrow,
Will I be early at being late
Whatever that means…
Goodnight and good luck…
Afterall, it’s late.
By: John E. Murray, III
Summer of Verses – Poem 7 – Vacations lost and found
Friday, June 27, 2008
Where have you gone
My pleasant and pleasurable song?
Where have you moved during the afternoon of my youth,
When you settled in to calm and soothe?
Your anticipated days approached too slowly
As our bodies continued growing..
Now, your days are merely fewer for we who are older
But ,each remind us of imagination’s true holder…
The bright faces,
The bathroom races,
The small embraces,
Of little ones as they erupt and abound
Sharing excitement and new summer voices recently found.
Do you return soon?
Or, do we wait yet another new moon?
Hurry back, for we are willing to pay the cost
Of our wonders of youth-filled vacations most recently lost.
By: John E. Murray, III
Quote - Poem’s Life
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
“No poems can please for long or live that are written by water drinkers.”
Horace
Summer of Verses – Poem 6 – It is a long…long…long day…
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Today…today, I say
Was, in fact, a long, long, long day…
The fact is there
And, everywhere…
As it the solstice is here.
When did this sneak up on us?
When did we get into this rush?
Enjoy the light…
Refuse the night…
Reach for the stars
If you can stay awake…
Leave the bugs in the jars
From yesterday
For they will be out too late.
Enjoy, rejoice, and celebrate
This summer solstice date.
By: John E. Murray, III
Summer of Verses - Poem 5 - Roadway Migration
Friday, June 20, 2008
Cars, cars, cars…
Where has all the traffic scattered…
Did they pool together?
Not likely…
Did they migrate like coconuts?
Not exactly…
Did their owns forget to walk them?
Um, that’s silly…
Will they return?
Yeah, probably…
When will they be in masses?
Soon, I think…
When is that again?
When young minds open…
By: John E. Murray, III
Poem - The Collapse of Summer - Timothy Russell
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
The Collapse of Summer
© 2008 - Timothy Russell
Trees on the steep hillside
across the river will peak
within the next few days,
and if things follow precedent,
shed their impossible colors
soon after.
The zinnias did not mean
to let themselves get so shabby.
The old gray groundhog waddles
through the cosmos, fat and sleepy.
The children we named after purple
flowers have fled the house.
Our own bodies give in
to gravity more each day,
our bones slowly emerging.
We really used to be something,
didn’t we?
Summer of Verses - Poem 4 - Deep Blue Dreams
Friday, June 13, 2008
So many hues of blue
So many wispy waves of white
So many fluffy pillows
Floating on the brilliant blue expanse…
Such is the view of the summer sky
Such is the snug cap
Keeping the heat below.
Sometimes darkness strikes
And, a small moment of coolness
Settles strongly on the setting below.
Keep an eye the greatness above
Keep an eye on the open dome…
Dreams drift on the breeze
That reside in the heights.
Search with heart
Search with passion
Find the warmth of the daily rays
And, appreciate the apex
For which you were meant to achieve.
By: John E. Murray, III
