Other Poetry
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Snow |
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My Music
Don’t know the country singers pain of loss Cause I never had. No women, no dog, no trailer Had a good truck. Rammed the police chief's tree My own fault. Can’t right a song about that. Don’t understand the Goth pain. Never hated my parents that much. Don’t look good in black. Afraid of spiky jewelry No one wants to hear a song About the rough life of the sub-urban kid Disco? Never mind Boy bands. They’re pretty, they sing nice, they’re from suburbs. Is that what I’m supposed to relate to? Aaaahhhhhh!!!! Spears and Aguilera. Family web site. Techno bumping till 3a.m. I like music with words. Sinatra, Crosby, Sammy, Martin Yeah, but you can’t party to that. Bluegrass pickin’ and a grinnin’. I like shoes too much. Enya Good for yoga, bad for social gatherings. Vivaldi, Mozart, Bach Try swing dancing to that. Ah ha! Here it is. Bob Seger Old Time Rock and Roll. My father’s rock’n’roll.
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My reality isn’t real Emotional rollercoaster Are the feelings real? Am I sad because I hurt Or because I know I’m supposed to be sad Happy because I am Or because I should be I make me laugh I make me worry I make me live? You You make me live There is no proof of me Until you go on That is reality
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Gunther Hemmer
Family
together when we're apart
love holds us here
thinking of each other and keeping strong
through darkened skies
helping each other find the light.
Amy Rose Spiegel
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Lost Do I turn right here, or stay straight? Shall I sleep with the light on or off? Which train takes me to Long Island? My greatest friends are gone The rain, the clams, the strawberries San Francisco and the Faerie What to do? You can't play strip chess alone 1 am disco hour is lonely Besides My music won't play I can't hear it here The morning comes and goes No one brings me the weather report "Sweetie, there is the sun." Heidi Hemmer-Spiegel |
LifeSaver |
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Obsession
Your smell envelops me - sweet Picture your face, hair - wild I hear your voice - laughter How can I face the morning when The face that greets me in the mirror has such green eyes?
John Hemmer-Beaumont |
Prayer to Mr. Jaspar
Thank you, Mr. Jaspar, for holding the flames for us Your majesty is matched by your steadfastness You stand erect in your finely pressed suit, turning your back to the love-making, witnessing the naked conversation You remind us that we are all barefoot servants We should let our lights shine with quiet pride And, as usual Mr. Jaspar, Please, do not kill us while we sleep. Gretchen Hemmer-Beaumont |
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For Dad
Has there been a time when you wished to be held again? Do you picture yourself crawling into her lap? Then the tears start to flow and you say, "Mama, it hurts so much." "Shh, my boy. My beautiful boy. It's going to be alright. I'm going to make it alright." And the tears fall & she kisses them away & she holds all of you with her own arms. Do you dream of it? Did it ever happen? Is this why I recoil from her? I'm not very fair. Gretchen Hemmer-Beaumont |
Not everyone gets their favorite band to write a song about them...By U2
Grace
She takes the blame
She covers the shame
Removes the stain
It could be her name
Grace
It's a name for a girl
It's also a thought that
Changed the world
And when she walks on the street
You can hear the strings
Grace finds goodness
In everything
Grace
She's got the walk
Not on a ramp or on chalk
She's got the time to talk
She travels outside
Of karma, karma
She travels outside
Of karma
When she goes to work
You can hear the strings
Grace finds beauty
In everything
Grace
She carries a world on her hips
No champagne flute for her lips
No twirls or skips
Between her fingertips
She carries a pearl
In perfect condition
What once was hurt
What once was friction
What left a mark
No longer stings
Because grace makes beauty
Out of ugly things
Grace finds beauty
In everything
Grace finds goodness
In everything
