Submissions by fishead
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Oct 2018 10:10pm
16th Oct 2018 10:10pm
MY REVERIE (1986)
In solitude I have one space to tread -
The mountains--valleys--seas of memory land,
Along whose winding paths my thoughts are led
To where the children run upon the sand
And laugh and play until it’s time for bed,
Then give a fleeting kiss--a squeeze of hand
A strong embrace--a pat upon the head...
Then, all too soon, the years of youth are spanned.
They've learned their lessons well;
They're strong, you see.
They're kind of heart but aching to be free.
My children, now, will independent be...
The mountains--valleys--seas of memory land,
Along whose winding paths my thoughts are led
To where the children run upon the sand
And laugh and play until it’s time for bed,
Then give a fleeting kiss--a squeeze of hand
A strong embrace--a pat upon the head...
Then, all too soon, the years of youth are spanned.
They've learned their lessons well;
They're strong, you see.
They're kind of heart but aching to be free.
My children, now, will independent be...
#children
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SELF POEM
Published
9th Aug 2018 6:23pm
9th Aug 2018 6:23pm
Who I am
I am...
Powerful.... Powerless....
Right now
Powerful over myself
Powerless over others
My Will exists
for me alone
My Will equates to
desires for others
hopes for others
wishes for others
Because of my
Love for others
But my Will effects no
force over others
By Will alone
I survive
I thrive
I am alive
Therefore
I am ...
Powerful.... Powerless....
Right now
Powerful over myself
Powerless over others
My Will exists
for me alone
My Will equates to
desires for others
hopes for others
wishes for others
Because of my
Love for others
But my Will effects no
force over others
By Will alone
I survive
I thrive
I am alive
Therefore
I am ...
#strength
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Aug 2018 00:44am
2nd Aug 2018 00:44am
Chickadee
Hello little Chickadee;
I hear you singing beautifully
So early in the morning
As the sun is gently warming
All the flowers in my garden.
- If I disturb you - Beg your pardon.
I really love to sit and watch
You while you flit around to catch
A wriggly worm, a drop of dew,
A Lady Bug of freckled hue,
Or snatch a careless juicy fly
Or tiny bee that's buzzing by.
Then, when I lay me down to sleep,
Before I enter slumber deep,
I wait for one thing, best of all,
The calming when I hear your call.
No...
I hear you singing beautifully
So early in the morning
As the sun is gently warming
All the flowers in my garden.
- If I disturb you - Beg your pardon.
I really love to sit and watch
You while you flit around to catch
A wriggly worm, a drop of dew,
A Lady Bug of freckled hue,
Or snatch a careless juicy fly
Or tiny bee that's buzzing by.
Then, when I lay me down to sleep,
Before I enter slumber deep,
I wait for one thing, best of all,
The calming when I hear your call.
No...
#happiness
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Aug 2018 00:12am
2nd Aug 2018 00:12am
Spring Dream
There is a valley where memories lie,
whose borders slope gently up to the sky
with lush green meadows glowing soft to the eye
and a clear rushing brook filled with Trout darting by.
I can close my eyes and see all this
and feel the sensation of nature's bliss,
as the feeling of warmth from a soft breeze's kiss,
when I dream in the Spring of the valley I miss.
But these dreams force a new wave of feeling in me.
It is time to arise from winter's misery
and come forth through the magic of Spring poetry
to find a new valley...
whose borders slope gently up to the sky
with lush green meadows glowing soft to the eye
and a clear rushing brook filled with Trout darting by.
I can close my eyes and see all this
and feel the sensation of nature's bliss,
as the feeling of warmth from a soft breeze's kiss,
when I dream in the Spring of the valley I miss.
But these dreams force a new wave of feeling in me.
It is time to arise from winter's misery
and come forth through the magic of Spring poetry
to find a new valley...
#spring
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SELF POEM
Published
11th Jul 2011 9:33pm
11th Jul 2011 9:33pm
A Tear for Birds and Mountains
I waken in the morning as a glorious sun is dawning.
I lie there full aware of sounds around me.
I thrill to Magpies scolding, to Bluejays loudly holding
That the sun will soon be blazing high without me.
The Robins seeking crickets, the Warblers in the thickets
All are singing: Oh, how great to be alive!
I know the Trout are waiting; but I lie there cogitating.
On the depths of nature's music do I thrive.
As the Morning Dove are cooing, from the sleeping bag I'm moving
And I dress and leave the tent to face the day.
Then, what a...
I lie there full aware of sounds around me.
I thrill to Magpies scolding, to Bluejays loudly holding
That the sun will soon be blazing high without me.
The Robins seeking crickets, the Warblers in the thickets
All are singing: Oh, how great to be alive!
I know the Trout are waiting; but I lie there cogitating.
On the depths of nature's music do I thrive.
As the Morning Dove are cooing, from the sleeping bag I'm moving
And I dress and leave the tent to face the day.
Then, what a...
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SELF POEM
Published
11th Jul 2011 9:04pm
11th Jul 2011 9:04pm
Garden Within The Child
Behind the house, sloping down to the creek
Lies the rocky, almost flat expanse of weeds and mud,
Two houses wide by three deep - the house is small.
A spade in the shed is waiting - the oldest son not ready;
First spade - then weed - then fish.
The Buckies are running - seeds grow well over Buckies.
Cool breezes, gentle with the smell of spring,
Cool not my heart - heavy as the rocks amid the weeds.
The rocks grow among the greens,
flooded by warmth from the sun.
My heart grows in its garden, choked by its own weeds,
flooded by...
Lies the rocky, almost flat expanse of weeds and mud,
Two houses wide by three deep - the house is small.
A spade in the shed is waiting - the oldest son not ready;
First spade - then weed - then fish.
The Buckies are running - seeds grow well over Buckies.
Cool breezes, gentle with the smell of spring,
Cool not my heart - heavy as the rocks amid the weeds.
The rocks grow among the greens,
flooded by warmth from the sun.
My heart grows in its garden, choked by its own weeds,
flooded by...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Jun 2011 4:28pm
29th Jun 2011 4:28pm
To The North Pond: REQUIESCAT IN PACE (or: After Cremation I Go Swimming)
You saw me first, nary three feet tall,
A broken fish rod in my hand,
A wee scared lad who had answered the call
To explore your waters and land.
I've travelled since then to many a shore,
From Ontario's wilderness,
To the Rockies where snow driven waters roar,
To the Great Smokies timelessness.
I've fished the high mountains, plateaus and deep valleys,
Fished the waters from salty to clear,
Always searching for corners in pristine alleys,
Where my life could stand still without fear.
Yes, fear is the word and, my God,...
A broken fish rod in my hand,
A wee scared lad who had answered the call
To explore your waters and land.
I've travelled since then to many a shore,
From Ontario's wilderness,
To the Rockies where snow driven waters roar,
To the Great Smokies timelessness.
I've fished the high mountains, plateaus and deep valleys,
Fished the waters from salty to clear,
Always searching for corners in pristine alleys,
Where my life could stand still without fear.
Yes, fear is the word and, my God,...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Jun 2011 4:06pm
29th Jun 2011 4:06pm
Time
What is time? From where does it come?
To where does it go? The concept whirls around me
like an eddy in my favorite trout stream.
I see a particularly graceful swirl...
a May fly on the water travels down the pool
to feed a waiting rainbow; but no, the time is wrong --
cross currents intercept its travel and plans
for happy meal forestalled, the hungry trout retreats.
The swirl of time blends quickly
with another space. An image flashes up-- GOD!
Such a smile I have not seen since…when?
Where were we when we could both...
To where does it go? The concept whirls around me
like an eddy in my favorite trout stream.
I see a particularly graceful swirl...
a May fly on the water travels down the pool
to feed a waiting rainbow; but no, the time is wrong --
cross currents intercept its travel and plans
for happy meal forestalled, the hungry trout retreats.
The swirl of time blends quickly
with another space. An image flashes up-- GOD!
Such a smile I have not seen since…when?
Where were we when we could both...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Jun 2011 3:46am
29th Jun 2011 3:46am
Tranquility - Reality
The mountains rise before my eyes
Like a magnet they draw me near
To a quiet brook in a shady nook
With a cabin and big eyed deer
To a house in the trees with the birds and the bees
And a loving mate to cheer.
But as sure as the Sun over cold has won
This vision sharp and clear
Will fade to the truth, that savage truth,
Which I recognize and fear.
The meadows blend, the Aspens bend,
The mountains disappear;
For forces fall, with sledge and maul,
This vision now to queer.
The reality of life, you see, ...
Like a magnet they draw me near
To a quiet brook in a shady nook
With a cabin and big eyed deer
To a house in the trees with the birds and the bees
And a loving mate to cheer.
But as sure as the Sun over cold has won
This vision sharp and clear
Will fade to the truth, that savage truth,
Which I recognize and fear.
The meadows blend, the Aspens bend,
The mountains disappear;
For forces fall, with sledge and maul,
This vision now to queer.
The reality of life, you see, ...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Jun 2011 3:15am
29th Jun 2011 3:15am
Insignificance…or… The Moon Is My Measure
I am to the Moon
as the Moon is to the Earth
and all the Planets of our Sun
and all the Suns of our Universe
and all their Planets
and all their Moons
But I am Me
and that is All
I need to be.
as the Moon is to the Earth
and all the Planets of our Sun
and all the Suns of our Universe
and all their Planets
and all their Moons
But I am Me
and that is All
I need to be.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Jun 2011 5:59pm
19th Jun 2011 5:59pm
Surreal Expectations -- December 1989
The legacy of the more affluent few
who have attained their goals
atop a mountain of weeping flesh
The dreams of our Young
too young to have yet had their dreams
ground into the mud of life under the
heavy boot of a tyrannical mother
or an incest prone father
The hope of the Black
who has not yet been tarnished
by the bitter sting of the WASP
The beginning of a new life for the women
who have finally been vomitted
from the guts of the oppressive male
The end of the Gay Man's fear
the...
who have attained their goals
atop a mountain of weeping flesh
The dreams of our Young
too young to have yet had their dreams
ground into the mud of life under the
heavy boot of a tyrannical mother
or an incest prone father
The hope of the Black
who has not yet been tarnished
by the bitter sting of the WASP
The beginning of a new life for the women
who have finally been vomitted
from the guts of the oppressive male
The end of the Gay Man's fear
the...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
19th Jun 2011 5:37pm
19th Jun 2011 5:37pm
Gifts From Our Higher Power
Permission to feel what we have to feel –
Pain that’s been buried becoming real;
Strength to do what we have to do –
Courage to fear and then carry through;
Tears to cry when we must cry –
Grief uncovered – released to die;
Freedom to laugh when we want to laugh –
Joy inspired on our behalf;
Memory to bank the Good and the Sad –
Judgment to treasure
Our Joys and be Glad......
Pain that’s been buried becoming real;
Strength to do what we have to do –
Courage to fear and then carry through;
Tears to cry when we must cry –
Grief uncovered – released to die;
Freedom to laugh when we want to laugh –
Joy inspired on our behalf;
Memory to bank the Good and the Sad –
Judgment to treasure
Our Joys and be Glad......
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