Attempts At Poetry
Do I have an end of the year re-cap? Not quite, my time has come to be measured in semesters so I have an, “end of semester recap.” But, if you want to know what I did earlier this year, see my NCFCA Nationals and Germany posts. Those were good times. The present is good as well. [...]![]()
Facial Hair + Caramel Apples = No I found that out the hard way during a Fall Fest party with my college buddies. Despite its incompatibility with caramel apples, this facial hair thing has been an interesting experience. I have learned many things… Shel Silverstein wrote a poem on the subject… My beard grows down to my toes, [...]![]()
In the beginning, I scribbled entries in a notebook, Misspelled words, broken grammar, a child’s poetry A month or so ago I moved to college, I pulled that notebook out from a pile of its fellows, And I read it… Misspelled words, broken grammar, a child’s poetry In our beginnings we long to mature, Faster than our [...]![]()
Fish bole, Ocean, I lost my aquarium, Now I’m in this big place, And I can’t find the glass! Well… This is new, I lost what was so familiar, Now I am building a new familiar, And I can’t find my ID3nt!ty!![]()
Retract the words not spoken, Back to meditating thought, Once again. Shouldn’t I extend the pen? And grasp the chance worth taking? And persist? I well may be denied still, Why challenge the first answer? Why tarry? Because the widow who sought justice, Came back and cried again… Because the searcher stopped his wandering, Just to [...]![]()