My Poems
Life
The power of life rages within us,
We seek to understand it.....to channel it,
But it seems to channel us instead,
We have our presumptions....
that we are in control,
that we know what we want,
that we know who we are,
But each day we surprise ourselves,
We watch our lives...acted out upon a fantasy stage,
And we say....
did I do that,
did I say that,
do I really feel that way,
We say I am what I am....
I won't change,
I like me as me,
and then we change...to suit someone else
to gain favor,
a smile,
a hug,
a kiss,
Changes that take months in non-fantasy life,
Occur in days in fantasy,
We evolve faster here.
We have our "real" lives and our fantasy lives,
And one invades the other,
And sometimes it is hard to tell which is which.....no??
But the joy that travels down the inner paths of our minds,
From one stranger in a distant city to another,
Eclipses all the intellectual attempts at understanding fantasy...
as unimportant.
I take joy where ever it comes,
And I find much more joy from fantasy than pain,
And I find I can take much more risks here...
and grow.
Copyright© 1993
Hope
Life is such a long long road...
and i grow so weary of travelling it
Recently...hope crept back into my heart....
i saw a vision...of the way things could be...
the joy life could bring....
and i reached out and grabbed the brass ring
of hope....
i dared to dream
But then....
my dream turned to the reality of ashes...
and i lay destroyed on my couch.....
trying to shut the door to hope
trying to beat the monster back into the grave from which it crawled
but alas i am not strong enough...
and once aroused it won't die again
and so i lay here....hurting...longing for death...
and somehow....
each day...
i'm still here...
i'm still here...
though i wish i weren't.
Copyright© 1993
Hands
I reach out my hand to you brother,
But not to beat you down.
Not me brother...I won't beat you down.
I reach out my hand to you brother,
To help you up,
Cause I'm still here...
And I can.
Copyright© 2000
Son of David
(In Memory of Mike Gann)
When first I saw you,
You walked among the clouds.
Castles surrounded you,
And you invited us all to join.
"It's the Beach Boys in church"
I exclaimed.
I felt lifted to a higher plain.
You never excluded,
You only included,
Reaching out to everyone.
God favored you,
He welcomed your praise,
And all of us were allowed to share.
The great gift you were given,
To you seemed a burden,
But the people you blessed,
Will never forget your kindness,
In sharing…always sharing.
Be at peace loving brother.
Copyright© 2002
Ira Carpenter, Jr.
(In memory of my Uncle Ira)
Ira Carpenter Junior, this world will miss you sore.
Ira Carpenter Junior, this world will miss you sore.
Every time you got a trouble, seems like there'd be four more.
Every time you got a trouble, seems like there'd be four more.
You just kept on telling jokes laughing your way out the door.
Ira Carpenter Junior, this world will miss you sore.
Copyright© 2003
Truth in Labels?
Driving home i looked aside,
a snow covered river did i spy,
beautiful it looked to my eyes,
in my head "danger" cries.
A pastry lies upon my dish,
sweet it tastes to my lips,
underneath calories hide,
in my head "no danger" lies.
Copyright© 2003
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