You're present when I hear this song.
As if our moments in time
and futures unknown
simply belong.
One hears the sound of water
that you hold so dear.
Washing away regret
and all that you fear.
Its rhythm flows with dark ease,
as if to level down time
and propel our purpose.
Just as you ebb
from your story's past,
to channel its pain,
you propel past rocks
and aspire to climb.
Its tempo is
buoyant,
upbeat,
urgent.
Just as your gifts to others becomes
more evident,
more replete,
more fluent.
Its tone is
light,
deep,
abundant.
Just as your voice shares its
insight,
sentient.
The song takes its time to bring us through,
As you unveil the vibrance of your colorful view.
And as you savor today's moments,
seek it significance,
in everything
you do.
C. . .
I hope you
like this song,
this poem,
Oh, I hope I got it right.
I felt your presence,
heard this song,
wrote this poem,
just tonight.
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I heard a Broughett Snap
Last night!
Oh, yes I did!
And when I heard
That Broughett Snap
I went and hid.
Deep in the dark and shadowed way
Where smarter children do not play.
Where no one whispers, no one cries,
And no one utters last goodbyes.
I heard a Broughett Snap
Last night!
And it was brash!
And when I heard
That Broughett Snap,
I made an awful crash.
I fumbled when I ran and hid,
Stumbled like a katydid
And nobody believes just what I found.
For there was only me around.
I tumbled and I tripped a spell,
I never heard death's fading knell.
And I fell into the Autumn leaves.
But nobody here believes.
I heard a Broughett Snap
Last night!
Yes, it's all true!
And when I heard
That Broughett Snap
I thought of you.
Should you fancy Autumn nights,
And find you're dazzled by the lights,
And hear the slightest Happen Tap,
Pray it's not a Broughett Snap.
Copyright © 2012 Richard D. Remler
*Broughett Snap Reference: The Bramblewood
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"Eat a live toad the first thing in the morning
and nothing worse will happen to you the rest
of the day."
-Unknown
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heard an echo off the walls, yeah
coins dropped inside wishing hearts
splashed me off.
fused by metallic bonds too
strengthen hope like
DNA strands do, yeah
so i caught your falling thought
and climmed up the
dark, sounds like
wolfs howling at
the moon.
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Up, up high in the Tin Tin Tree
An Ostrich Owl watches me
To see whatever he can see
From up, up high in the Tin Tin Tree.
He'll peruse my homework with a scowl,
This mumbly, grumbly Ostrich Owl,
Hooting with every illicit vowel,
This grumbly, mumbly Ostrich Owl.
When I've made a mistake, he'll click and clack.
And when I've fixed my err he will take it back
Until the evening's here, and it's dark as tack,
And the Tin Tin Tree all fades to black.
When morning comes, dawn beckons me,
And wide awake, I peek to see
This Ostrich Owl watching me
From up, up high in the Tin Tin Tree.
Copyright © 2011 Richard D. Remler
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"He respects Owl, because you can't help
respecting anybody who can spell TUESDAY,
even if he doesn't spell it right."
-A.A. Milne (Winnie-the-Pooh)
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The moon's pale face regards the nighttime skies
As the stars pass by on their ancient quest.
Silent shadows glide 'cross the ground
From clouds that move and make no sound.
Nighttime is when her spirit will rise
To ever wander and never know rest.
Eileen was the name of the red-haired girl
Who lived in the castle near the sea.
It was the only home she'd ever known,
This ancestral fortress made of stone.
It was a simple and tranquil world,
The only place she wanted to be.
The castle was home for ages long past
For her father, his father, and beyond.
Their memory lived within the grey-stoned walls,
Their deeds were remembered in each of the halls.
The castle was safe; its walls held fast.
Yet its fate lay within a wizard's wand.
Galyn was a wizard of dark renown,
Winding his way from times of ancient yore.
Great was the power at his command;
Deep was the knowledge he kept at hand.
Few were the secrets he had not found,
As he labored at his art behind a locked door.
Standing on a tower's balcony on a grey, windy day
Eileen could feel the sea's breath on her skin.
Galyn would watch her standing there,
The wind playing and dancing with her hair.
Though for ages he walked a solitary way
The sight caused a stirring deep within.
From ancient ages he searched in shadows dark
Seeking answers in places unseen and unknown.
Yet this power was one never felt before,
Twisting his emotions and piercing him to his core.
It ignited within him a powerful spark,
A burning desire to make her his own.
Eileen never e'en thought, not once in her life
That she could hold sway over a wizard's heart.
Her youthful innocence knew naught of such a thing.
She dreamt of knights slaying dragons, or even of marrying a king.
She could not fathom Galyn wanting her for a wife
Be it through trickery, treachery, guile, or blackest art.
This is a work in progress.
The vile of acid touches his tongue,
It is bitter, burning and horribly wrong.
Lost or found, anything goes.
His slipping mind and this aching crime.
Everything ruptures corrupted by life,
even white in the black shallow mime.
Stupid, dumb-fuck. Why can't he talk?
The shadows dance on the dark,
alluring and cunning giving a spark.
Observe the scorching rays of light!
Neon and blinking on this gruesome night.
The spinning, spiralling world, and this opening void,
Every thing confusing this young, troubled boy.
Look at him! Look at him dance,
to the tune of an aphonic trance.
Blurred reflections on condensed mirrors,
terrible headaches, and vicious tempers,
Everything shifting on such hazy conditions but,
Will he dance and regret again?
This grotesque and stupid addictions.
always mindful
not to love things
living so that they
all could burn
and it would be nothing
but an inconvenience
three objects
have escaped my plan
maneuvered
through my designs
1. old white macbook
my beautiful
smart
well-designed
whirring piece of brilliant technology
you are already gone. next.
2. wedding rings
irrelevant
sold those motherfuckas in an instant
3. asian machine love
i am having a hard time
having to let you go
my beautiful, black mitsubishi.
i chose you.
i researched for weeks
analyzing data
comparing machines
prices
trying to be reasonable
and out of all the machines,
i.chose.you.
you are the perfect shape
of all vehicle shapes, mitsubishi
i have a slight obsession with
design
lines
c o l o r
efficiency
speed
and b o o m i n g SOUND
you are the perfect balance of safety
including 4WD
and fuel efficiency
(but you already knew that, didn't you?)
your headlights are so bright
and your high beams
so magnificent
it's almost embarrassing
mitsubishi, you little snake...
you have a manual mode
so i can choose to be a race car driver
whenever i want
mitsubishi outlander sport, i love you so
let's talk about your face
you have a pig-face like me
your nose is abrupt
it's blunt and it's different
and i love it
you know i hate the cold and the snow
i love the sun and the moon
so you show them to me all the time
moonroof, mitsubishi - brilliant
(with mood lighting for night? you dog!)
you wipe away the rain
without me having to ask
you cast light into the dark
all on your own
gps
usb
subwoofer
fockford fosgate
bluetooth
mitsubishi, you shake the earth
alerting my family
that i am almost there
blasting music
through my dna
so that i am made
of vibrations and air
invisible to the naked eye
or playing my science fiction audiobooks
at a reasonable
and responsible volume
mitsubishi,
you respond to me with such grace
showing me impossibilities
with a rearview camera
saying, "hello!" in the morning
and, "see ya!" when i leave
(and i believe you mean it)
you heat my ass in the frigid winter
an alert me with an icon
when i am losing traction
or there may be ice
i could not ask for more, my machine love.
the deer was not your fault.
or mine, or the deer's.
we were all doing what we do,
and to be quite honest,
the deer got the shit end of the stick, mitsubishi.
i'm sorry about your dent and your crack
i wanted to fix it, but i love you even more now
you are my one machine love
with power
combustion
and pistons
you are electric
intelligent
and you boom
sleek
comfortable
well designed
i don't want to see you burn.
it would be more than an inconvenience.
two out of three things are gone.
but i chose you. i want you still.
my home is gone - fine.
my things are gone - fine.
that bastard is gone - fine.
my job is gone, mitsubishi.
i am being stripped bare.
i am being humbled, mitsubishi.
i have to let you go.
but i'm not ready,
my asian machine love.
You
Are untamed
Reckless blood and wit intertwined
A twisted, brazen
mind.
Your mind
Is so clearly different
It leaps and soars, so acrobatic
And your thoughts appear to me so hazy and enigmatic
Your mind is simply not pragmatic
Yet your perception knows no bounds.
You have thoughts that come close to insanity
That sometimes flow in the form of profanity.
Your spirit
Is either very high or very low
Up and down, to and fro
There is no in between for you
Some say you are stupidly crazy
The dull ones say that, the ones too lazy
To see beyond the rugged surface.
The subdued and vapid ones
Will never understand the magnetism
Of your sweet, exquisite devilry.
On your face you often wear
A fierce and restless stare
A wan, discontented expression
As though you're always awaiting
Something bigger,
Something better.
You
Are fluid, swaying fire
And I will never tire
Of watching you burn
I can see you brain boil and churn
As it reels into into areas of
madness and chaos.
Your psyche
Is an endless field of dark reverie,
Of fear and vagary.
I know your night terrors
Your savage dreams of death
Screams and bated breath
Unutterable visions
The grotesque world of horror thats spins itself out
And dribbles into your drawings
All those creatures, skeletons gnashing and clawing...
You
Are gentle and thoughtful
Yet you are terrified
Of this dark thing that sleeps within you.
Your eyes - they’re stunning
They’re tempestuous, wanton,
Wild, like some fierce animal peering out of a rusted cage
Oh, your eyes
They are something beautiful, but annihilating
Like Autumn crocus flowers, innocently poisonous
Lids splaying delicately like its violet leaves.
You are tall and strong
And uncontrollable,
And your smile
Is the biggest paradox I've ever encountered
Childlike
And fatal.
You are not
A creature of the commonplace
You are not a slave of the ordinary
You are not a mindless drudge of the mundane
You are free.
Or bewitched, what's the difference
Been dazed and confused for so long it's not true
There were kids
Sitting in the soft night's semicircle
Encased in a haze of smoke
The darkness enfolding them in a cloak
Of all mysterious things nocturnal
Making it all eternal
A superficial feeling of found truth
A white aura of blazing youth
Conquering the darkness with the fiery tips of lit joints
Puffing chimeras and golden illusions
Things left unsaid yet lead not to confusion
The substance and the glowing friends
Seems to fix everything and make ineffable amends
Lends them some heightened receptivity
With some dazzling sensitivity
To the dizzy promises of life
Wanted a woman, never bargained for you
There was blue bottles and red cups
Sloshing full of 21st century ambrosia
Every moment of the night
Is doused in glowing star-light
Different rooms, dark places
Different shadows, similar faces
Lots of people talk and few of them know
There was music softly ebbing and weaving its way to us
Soul of a woman was created below
Gleaming sequined pillows
Curtains ebbing in delicate billows
That no amount of reality could ever harden
In the black garden
Amidst the tangy, acrid scent
Boys and girls came and went
Among the soughs and the vodka and the gleaming stars
We are young; vodka replaces wine, blunts replace cigars
You hurt and abuse tellin' all of your lies
An adagio of whispers travels with a florid vibration
Waves of words, swirls of conversation
High kids trying to touch
What has never been tangible
Run around sweet baby, Lord how they hypnotize
These kids linger on towering stools and lush couches
Leaning back with careless slouches
Or wander back and forth
Breathing dreams like air
Sweet little baby, I don't know where you've been
An elusive rhythm throbs in the humid atmosphere
Fragments of lost words hover on drunken lips
A stirring warmth flows
From bodies spilled together
Snuggled under a blanket of stars
Gonna love you baby, here I come again
Hands take hold of hands
And fingers tightly interlace
Throbbing softly with fluctuating warmth
The room is electric, filled with tiny flowing currents
Try to love you baby, but you push me away
In this wake of boozed up elations
All sorrows are aborted, all conscience is obliterated
Blitzed kisses are exchanged, transitory enchanted moments
Bemused nudges and tender embraces
Arms around shoulders, heads resting drowsily
All of this immediate and forever
Don't know where you're goin', only know just where you've been
And the tipsy, blissfully mindless joy of youth
Gives them bleary yet satisfactory hints of the unreality of reality
Sweet little baby, I want you again
The teens are flickering in and out of consciousness like befuddled fireflies
The sober ones roam the rooms, drifting haphazardly about
Simultaneously enchanted, bewildered, and repelled
By the seemingly inexhaustible variety of drunken fun,
The racy, adventurous mood of the night
Been dazed and confused for so long, it's not true
We are all so young
So young and dipped in the dust of folly
And our laughs contain a hint of melancholy
The magic of nights like these,
When the spell of mortality is broken,
Eludes us all,
Yet we cling to them
Like moths to a flame.
Nights like these dig deep in the stuff of the soul
But there is still much to be learned
She's a queen
Regal and gorgeous
She's bright as whisky, serene as earl grey
She's got lips of fire
And a body
That cost 4 kings their kingdom.
She exudes an intoxicating perfume
Her lashes are fans upon her golden cheek
Her hair is a halo of the purest gold
She walks with the fluidity of unfurling silk,
Her voice is blue velvet
And jewels fall from her mouth as she talks
I'm
A bit homely
And lost like an unlabeled envelope
And frightened like a child in the dark
I'm a full sponge, and must sometimes weep a little
My crown is ill-fitting
My eyes are weird elfin lights
My heart is as some distant, famine-struck land
I'm a ruffled little bird
And listening to me speak is like watching an unrehearsed play
We are both soldiers
Waging the same vicious war
And unfortunately
This is a world
In which only the swift and strong prevail
