Poetry List

A year older today,
 another mark on the chart
the progress of age,
 there from the start

Six years ago, you were very small
We were new to it, on what to do and all
Somehow we got through it,
step by step by step,
and here you stand before us tall

Six years is fast by some standard,
 but here we see it slower in some way,
much, much faster in others
running down the track

Two teeth down, many more left
and the end of the school year at hand,
these things mark your birthday this year,
and a party where Scooby Doo is here

The years fly by, maybe faster for us
than they do for you.
All in all, happy birthday kid,
 for remember,
the innocence of Six
 only happens once.

Who would have thought
after fifteen years
grown, aged, yet still young
 survived the world,
 highs, lows and heartbreaks galore
   now stronger than ever,
ready to begin that 35th year
 with its just gusto
   on the quest
 for life's true meaning -
 one's own answer awaits,
 it's the struggle to find it
that keeps life going.
.
12.12.07-1

How does one describe
the onset of sadness
one so sudden,
replacing sheer joy
that had for a moment existed;
Is it any easier on the mind
that there was never anything there,
even as the body was sure there was?
The answer obvious
clear as day
not a chance
a rocky path,
hot coals
- a tightrope towering above
the city street below

This fifth installment of original poetry was written on August 10th, 2003, with no title, but goes by the first line, When one recollects:

When one recollects
 upon past images,
memories and scenes
 they rush the brain
in quick succession -
  reminding of those times,
which idle words
 only do an injustice
From euphoria
 to sadness,
a range of emotions
 to overwhelm
the sensory inputs --
 the pictures last,
  in perpetuity,
in the land of dreams.

8.10.03-2	glenn

I am considering republishing some old poetry on this forum, written under the pseudonym "glenn", the first being written on September 25, 1996:

Sonnet #11

These events have opened a flood, a stream
deep in thought of your beauty, of your eyes
I am melted by their luminous gleam --
a green brown to make jealous the blue skies

On top of that, your voice mesmerizes
makes the day easier, takes the mind away
from worries and pains; it emphasizes
a pinch back from dreamland, the real McCoy

Who could call it insanity? Not I!
And the soft touch, ever so sensitive
throws me into a realm, I know not why,
I thought was only imaginative

your beauty goes unacknowledged by you,
which confuses me, as I can't help but view.


9.25.96-1  glenn

February starts off with works from 1996, this one from March and the next two installments from January. These are after the last edition of Annotations of Life.

Summations

Sonnets and Odes
 images, elegies
Visions of things to come
these are my words,
   but wait---
equally prevalent
are those of the past,
reminiscence,
  or those
that once talked
 of a road foreseen,
yet derailed
  down another fork
these are all my writings,
      a varied lot---
masterpieces and ditties alike:
  the trappings of "glenn"
No matter the subject.

3.25.96-1       glenn

Our last installment for February takes us back to July of 1995, and a look into the thought process of writing a soliloquy.  It may have been in the last edition of Annotations of Life.

"The Soliloquy"

such medicine it is,
 the debating of thoughts
several in a short time
   finding your way
 within yourself

  in the mind
    where all inhibitions
       are forsaken,
   heated discussions
   of tormenting thoughts
  of dilemmas, quandries
        and love

where else
    is such a playing ground
  so fertile,
 so fresh
that all can be game

  Resolutions
of thought, of mind
usually are the result,
    but, rarer still,
are the deepest bowels of despair
    that push some shakespearian men
 over the edge to death

 Overall, the soothing
  cannot be denied --
the renewed mental state --
 and strength to face the world.

7.27.95-2     glenn

Today's installment of the Poetry of glenn is a piece from September 12, 1993, which originally appeared on page 105 of the self-published compilation annotations of life:

"Pickett"

Charge
embattled troops
raced toward death
to break enemy lines
  open field
 blocks the way
  men fall
  others move forward
  determined to succeed,
    take the ridge
   scores of wheat
    obstacle of the hour
   soaring artillery
   wreaking havoc
  casulties rising
   regiments slaughtered
       the objective in sight
  when will it end
     the third day
   intense fighting
  yearning for the wall
      thousands dead
    The Flag leads
       o'er the ridge
     makes it over:
       Armistead as well
   the high-water mark
     of the greatest tragedy
       of an entire lifetime.



9.12.93-1        glenn

The following work last saw the light of day appearing on Page 88 of the self-published compilation "annotations of life", sometime around 1994. The strangeness of it is that I don't play golf.

"Par 4"

Crazed they are just for links,
so be it last the sun to play on
well into the night
Just four rounds hole in
one with the bright lights,
Cameras and interviews
Come to the nightly news Big news,
last round data being entered into the east scoreboard
ready is some hero for the earnings of victory.


3.28.93-3 glenn