Archive for May, 2016

Song of Myself

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 4, 2016 by bigtuna185

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When I think of the groanings of the earth
And how she murmurs and whispers life that springs up
Through the firmament, cracks and fissures
Tectonic plates shifting beneath my feet in constant change as I am
I wonder at the sameness of it all
About how I too can split apart at the seams
Continents drifting, Pangaea lost
The world forever changed
About how earthquakes cause tremors along the fault lines of the heart

I stoop down to pick up the pieces
The tiny trinkets that make up me
That have fallen out of their proper place
And try to rearrange them so that they won’t be so easily moved
But I might as well try to chop down trees so that they won’t be destroyed
And store them away somewhere safe
While ironically being the cause of their demise
For you see if you want to be safe then you must accept a loss of control

Safe is not always best.

Roots must be allowed to spread in unsafe places
Dangling off of cliffs
Dangerously tethered to unstable ground
Should the foundation fail
The seed will still spread
And most likely in better soil

I cannot live life tying things down
Hoping that things will not shift out of place
When the world moves, so do I
And we have both learned to live with it

Need vs. Want

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on May 3, 2016 by bigtuna185

*Author’s note: Also done collectively with my high school poetry class.*

I don’t want to function
I don’t want to laugh
I don’t need to laugh
We don’t need to laugh
We don’t need laughter
We will need laughter
We will need inspiration
We will be inspiration
We can be inspiration.

Sunrise, Sunset

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on May 3, 2016 by bigtuna185

*Author’s note: This was collectively written by myself and my high school poetry class. An experimentation of sorts with word association and the poetic form.*

The sun rises and sets
The mood rises and sets
The mood rises and sways
The mood collapses and sways
The mood collapses and crawls
Every mood collapses and crawls
Every hope collapses and crawls
Every hope collapses and dies
Every hope rises and dies.

The Thief’s Curse

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on May 2, 2016 by bigtuna185

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There once was a man
From the town of Not
Who owned a bit of land,
A quite pathetic plot

He looked to improve
His stock and store,
No money to move,
And that cut to his core

This man always spied
On his neighbors across
The road so often he cried,
He felt hopelessly lost

There once came a day,
Winds blowing and howling,
A paper tumbled away
Like a cornered mouse cowering

It skittered and scattered
All throughout town
It was withered and tattered
Nobody would stoop down

Except for the man,
So troubled in heart,
He picked up in his hand
The paper, nearly torn apart

It was a deed to a house
Much larger than owned
And did well to douse
His complains and moans

There was no name listed
It was a strange bit of luck
The man could be arrested
He didn’t give a hoot

He became what he thought
That he should have been
Despite what his mother had taught
When he was only ten

“Don’t steal people’s things,”
She would say after church
“A sin like that brings
Some curse to besmirch.”

Well Mother never said
Anything about taking a name
At least according to what he read,
They might as well be one and the same

He signed the deed with ink
Hastily scrawled in black
The man barely had time to think,
There was no turning back

He packed all of his belongings
And settled into his new estate
Without acknowledging his wrongings
But it appeared to be too late

Upon his sudden arrival
The house it groaned and creaked
After years of lonely survival
It appeared the man had peaked

A body was found under the floor
The man was quite appalled
A ghastly shadow appeared in the door
And for this tale, that is all.

Such is the end for the man from Not
He had no last breath or parting word,
But if he were around for another shot
Would he do it again? Well, that’s just absurd.