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,
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
Snowflakes from heaven,
tears of great joy
on occasion of memory
That Wednesday of past
terrible as it was
gave us the blessing
that we now enjoy
Yes, he was taken
way before his time
before we could know
who he might become
Now he sits
up amongst God
keeping an eye
guarding his sister
that his loss was not in vain.
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,
- a tightrope towering above
the city street below
Here's to another year,
some say it's never so clear
bouncing down life's path
reluctant to do the math
the years are seen adding
it's nonstop, it's maddening
Yet the mind controls age
with as much anxiety as a sage;
There is light on the other side
another year to abide,
once this day is done --
the day that adds one.
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
This week's installment is an old, original work from October 29, 1996, entitled Serenity:
Serenity Seeing the Moonlight on the balcony not quite so free of the urban haze All is calm, just a constant stream of background noise -- vehicles on the main road An occaisional stereo is heard a beat here, a bar there or maybe only percussion not loud enough to distract Headlights flow past in parking lots pizza delivery flies by and yet, the smoke is still silent Waiting with a patience approaching that of Job-- but the pack is still empty, the tray full with nary a soul to be found. 10.29.96-2
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
A freshly posted work, this is a rare soliloquy that rated an actual title, "Heroes or Skeletons in the Closet", originally simply known as Soliloquy #466. It appeared in the "Era VII" subset of Annotations of Life, which was subtitled "Findings". It was on Page 14 in the original WordPerfect file.
Heroes or Skeletons in the Closet (Soliloquy #466) Such recollections the atmosphere brings the trip back to prior days of dates, dinners and Italian restaurants brings a teare to the eye for they were good times all long undisturbed back to the present the coffee and chatter this is a new era, so rejoice, Count the blessings-- for it is the new day. 8.13.96 2 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
This week's installment of old, original poetry is from January of 1996. It relates the stuggle of uncertainty in romantic endeavours, with a title that may well be the longest one I ever used. It was written after the last edition of Annotations of Life.
The Misspelled, Misdirected and Unanswered Questions herewith I Ask shall this proceed? with these rendezvous seeming to imply wanting more links, more togetherness, Having fun talking, simple elation at gleeful armouring, words, filt to help inflate egoes, hearts and minds, ever wondering who shall reel back next from the Y'all drawl - such, rhe only one waiting, in understanding correct, are doubts necessary? no, the gaming proves reciprocity. 1.27.96-1 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
oven fresh cookies
sweet and moist
Ready to Savour
the taste lasting,
long after the cookie devoured.
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.
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.
Life strikes people listen more and more driving them crazy take this take that lead lead must lead follow will get you killed enjoy make new cheer up, it's not bad no need for despair not today not tomorrow not ever swing out of those depressant swings and begin anew Life goes on and so do we ever changing and always the same paradox, maybe, but true it is Life as we see it It's all relative leaning upon the backing packing for a trip a great adventure to the great unknown: the future. 5.29.92-1 glenn
This week's installment of old original poetry is another 15-year old work, from May 1992, with a first line of Life is Life.
Life is Life no more, no less it gives, it takes it laughs, it cries it sings you lullabies Murphy's law ever so true comes and goes as it pleases The bad streak comes at the worst time possible especially in times of Love and War. 5.26.92-1 glenn