Photo:
Cumberland Falls, Kentucky, June 2010.

I teach History at a small college in coastal North Carolina. When I'm not teaching or rotting on the beach you can find me on my back porch reading or writing, usually with my dog next to me.

Poetry, for me, is about shedding a little bit of myself for the rest of the world to see. It doesn't have to be hard, just honest. So, tell me a story. Share a little bit of yourself with the rest of the world.
Photo:
Cumberland Falls, Kentucky, June 2010.

I teach History at a small college in coastal North Carolina. When I'm not teaching or rotting on the beach you can find me on my back porch reading or writing, usually with my dog next to me.

Poetry, for me, is about shedding a little bit of myself for the rest of the world to see. It doesn't have to be hard, just honest. So, tell me a story. Share a little bit of yourself with the rest of the world.
James Andersen
James Andersen
10 hours ago

Little bird
Outside my window
Please go away.
You come here every day
To steal my thoughts and
Replace them with dreams of
Adventures
I long to go
Up where you soar to
See what you see
From your Heavenly view
Nothing is lost
Or hidden from you.
You sing a song
Bright and sweet
But you are always
Alone
Who hears you?
Who is it for?
Must be for me,
I thought so.
Who sent you?
I think I know,
But she is far away
Lost to memory.
Oh, no.
Don't go.
Stay and tell me
What she said.
Does she miss me?
She does.
Tell her I miss her too.

James Andersen
James Andersen
21 hours ago

Listening to the rain prance on a darkened skylight
keeping time with a banjo that's out of tune

I can hear a piano striking keys in another room
carrying music through the walls as I break a string.

The rat-ta-tap-tat of the rain beating above my head
drowns out the melody of the night.
I am afraid that I have no more poetry to write.

James Andersen
James Andersen
3 days ago

I rise from my bunk with the morning sun
my mind on the day to come.
I'm battered and bruised
and it’s tough to move
this old body is surely through.

I stretch out the kinks
And listen to the creaks.
But the day will not wait for me
So up I go to start my show
Oh, no, I gotta pee.

As I move across the room,
I reach down to scratch an itch
I pause for a moment, I can barely hold it
and scream 'What a Son-of-a-Bitch!' --

Feel as I might I can't figure it right
Something seems out of place.
Where once had hung my eternal pride
was now just an empty space

Search as I might it was nowhere in sight
that appendage that had brought so much joy.
With a panicked face, I began to pace
my mind on the women I had loved;
Jackie and Judy, Meredith and Trudy,
I cried like a mourning dove.

When all at once I had a thought
and down the hall, I ran
Oh, what I sight hanging there on the right
The thermostat showed it clear.
All of my surly angst and worry
there was never anything to fear.

As I stood in the hall and stared at the wall,
I felt a little silly
All my fears washed away in an instant --
It was only a wee bit chilly.

Just for fun, something I wrote a while back.
James Andersen
James Andersen
3 days ago

Things that make me happy:
Rivers full of big fat crappie
Lightning bugs in a jar at night
Windy days when I can fly a kite
Water balloons and makeshift forts
Sunny days and Summer sports
Sweet tea in an icy mug
My grandma and her warmest hug
Little babies that never cry
Pretty much any kind of pie
A cool breeze on a blistering day
My wife when she's in the mood to play
Birds that sing on a cool Spring morning
A good book that's never boring
Bonfires at night with lots of friends
Birthday parties that never end
Golf balls hit just right
And lazy dogs that never bite

Things I hate:
Going fishing and forgetting my bait.

James Andersen
James Andersen
4 days ago

One more cup of coffee
before I have to go
Just one more cup of coffee
before my morning show.
Fill it up just one more time.
Fill it to the brim.
Add in just a little cream...
better make it skim.

James Andersen
James Andersen
5 days ago

I once heard told
a story so old,
but true as yesterday.
It was about Captain Moore
and his forbidden whore
the one he drowned in the bay.
They said the year,
but I've forgotten I fear,
maybe it was around '28.
The sailors were home
with nowhere to roam
and Captain Moore
went looking for a mate.
He found her one night
at a tavern in Kite,
a town not too far from here.
She was a true beauty
devoted to her duty
and she seduced the old buccaneer.
In the depths of her pleasure,
he sang of his treasure;
the secrets of his soul he gave.
She took all he owned
and he lay there and groaned
for he had now become her slave.
He woke in a panic
at the thought of the satanic
woman and what he would reap.
So he grabbed her one night
in a desperate fight
and rowed her out to the deep.
She pleaded to be saved
but he was completely depraved
and he threw her over the side.
He watched as she sank
and he sat and he drank
until he knew she had died.
Then he stood tall and proud
and he boasted out loud
of the demon whore
he had sent to her death.
But his glory was short
and he was convicted in court.
The hangman took his last breath.

James Andersen
James Andersen
5 days ago

morning ice sickles
bare fingers reach for the sun
leafy days are gone

#haiku  
 
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