jt-nelson - Hello Poetry

I gathered words over time In a dresser divided Verbs, pronouns, Adjectives, nouns Each in their own separate drawer. Words that I use all the time Stay near the top Of the drawer that They each belong in Other words like “quashing” And “protoplasm” stay near The bottom and never get used Until just now when I grabbed them For this poem.

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Jul 23, 2020

Jul 23, 2020 at 11:22 PM UTC

Words I’ve Gathered

I gathered words over time In a dresser divided Verbs, pronouns, Adjectives, nouns Each in their own separate drawer. Words that I use all the time Stay near the top Of the drawer that They each belong in Other words like “quashing” And “protoplasm” stay near The bottom and never get used Until just now when I grabbed them For this poem.

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When talking about the past We often forget about the pain The worst of days The sickest of days The days when we felt like we were at the bottom Looking only up for any kind of help History is doomed to repeat itself But all we can think about, Even when I think about those pain filled days Is how they were moments of hurt Like punches to the midsection Not knocking you out But taking your breath Away Taking that part Of the memory That helps one forget Darkest moments of Broken hearts Broken bones Broken skin Broken soul And we sit and think About those better days When the sun shone And a gentle summer breeze Rolls warm air Over closed eyes And you dream About the best moments of your life When your heart wasn't broken

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Apr 7, 2020

Apr 7, 2020 at 11:03 PM UTC

Hindsight of the Broken Hearted

When talking about the past We often forget about the pain The worst of days The sickest of days The days when we felt like we were at the bottom Looking only up for any kind of help History is doomed to repeat itself But all we can think about, Even when I think about those pain filled days Is how they were moments of hurt Like punches to the midsection Not knocking you out But taking your breath Away Taking that part Of the memory That helps one forget Darkest moments of Broken hearts Broken bones Broken skin Broken soul And we sit and think About those better days When the sun shone And a gentle summer breeze Rolls warm air Over closed eyes And you dream About the best moments of your life When your heart wasn't broken

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My heart dips When I remember where we are These moments of forget Watching a favorite old movie And I’m carried back to 1988 And John Cusack holding up his radio My heart dips when the credits roll And I remember where we are These moments of forget Working on the lawn And watering grass seed that I planted Last October, then I remember And my heart dips When I think about how I didn’t know Where we’d be These moments of forget When I close my eyes at night And I drift into a land of total escape Where I can visit favorite places And see old friends and family Then my heart dips When I wake up and I remember Where we are.

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Apr 7, 2020

Apr 7, 2020 at 12:13 AM UTC

My Heart Dips

My heart dips When I remember where we are These moments of forget Watching a favorite old movie And I’m carried back to 1988 And John Cusack holding up his radio My heart dips when the credits roll And I remember where we are These moments of forget Working on the lawn And watering grass seed that I planted Last October, then I remember And my heart dips When I think about how I didn’t know Where we’d be These moments of forget When I close my eyes at night And I drift into a land of total escape Where I can visit favorite places And see old friends and family Then my heart dips When I wake up and I remember Where we are.

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I had it... It was right there In my hands But then the future Took it and made it the past That moment of present was gone From me now. This happened Again Again Again Again Why didn’t I see it coming? I didn’t cherish what I had In those moments now gone I didn’t hug those special to me My mom My dad My grandmas My grandpas I took for granted those Conversations we had The mundane talks about this or that I would love to have another chat Another chance to revisit the way I impatiently said that I had to go... I doubt I had to go The only thing I had to get to was The future and regret For those lost moments.

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Apr 5, 2020

Apr 5, 2020 at 1:53 AM UTC

Regret

I had it... It was right there In my hands But then the future Took it and made it the past That moment of present was gone From me now. This happened Again Again Again Again Why didn’t I see it coming? I didn’t cherish what I had In those moments now gone I didn’t hug those special to me My mom My dad My grandmas My grandpas I took for granted those Conversations we had The mundane talks about this or that I would love to have another chat Another chance to revisit the way I impatiently said that I had to go... I doubt I had to go The only thing I had to get to was The future and regret For those lost moments.

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Sit and listen To the clock The ticking The tocking Furnace fan Droning on In chorus To the percussion of The ticking The tocking Snapping off a beat And fan’s low hum A bird outside Throws in a solo A robin calling For a mate While I lay on my couch And start to dream About summer and Not being told to stay inside The ticking The tocking Time passing by the whole world As we wait for the magical day When the curve is flattened And we’ve made it through The ticking The tocking

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Apr 3, 2020

Apr 3, 2020 at 7:33 PM UTC

The Clock

Sit and listen To the clock The ticking The tocking Furnace fan Droning on In chorus To the percussion of The ticking The tocking Snapping off a beat And fan’s low hum A bird outside Throws in a solo A robin calling For a mate While I lay on my couch And start to dream About summer and Not being told to stay inside The ticking The tocking Time passing by the whole world As we wait for the magical day When the curve is flattened And we’ve made it through The ticking The tocking

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I’m the wind across the prairie On a warming March afternoon I’m the sun that melts The snow and warms the Frozen dirt into a thin Slippery layer of mud I’m the dancing of leaves Left over from autumn Released from the drift now gone Take me into your lungs I’m spring... And here To shake off your winter blues.

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Mar 6, 2020

Mar 6, 2020 at 11:45 PM UTC

I’m Here

I’m the wind across the prairie On a warming March afternoon I’m the sun that melts The snow and warms the Frozen dirt into a thin Slippery layer of mud I’m the dancing of leaves Left over from autumn Released from the drift now gone Take me into your lungs I’m spring... And here To shake off your winter blues.

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End of vacation Say goodbye to the lake Under August sun And August trees And August sky Last waves lapping On the rough rip rap rocks Station wagon loaded and running Trailered boat tagging along Motor lifted and tilted Asleep until next summer A holler from brother "Time to go!" One last look out at the plane of blue shining and winking Then down to my knees And take a scoop Oh, if I can only carry This water home Start my own lake My vacation would never end... This my foolish dream By the time I got To my awaiting seat I only had A damp hand But memories that still Fill the lake in my heart.

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Feb 10, 2020

Feb 10, 2020 at 9:50 PM UTC

Endless Vacation

End of vacation Say goodbye to the lake Under August sun And August trees And August sky Last waves lapping On the rough rip rap rocks Station wagon loaded and running Trailered boat tagging along Motor lifted and tilted Asleep until next summer A holler from brother "Time to go!" One last look out at the plane of blue shining and winking Then down to my knees And take a scoop Oh, if I can only carry This water home Start my own lake My vacation would never end... This my foolish dream By the time I got To my awaiting seat I only had A damp hand But memories that still Fill the lake in my heart.

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Dip, scoop, Lift, turn, throw Repeat Repeat Repeat Repeat Clear the white Bright and hard packed snow Expose the sidewalk Waiting for summer To be covered by green clippings And darkened by the sprinkler Cooling on a hot day But now uncovered By a twisted and sore back.

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Jan 21, 2020

Jan 21, 2020 at 12:22 AM UTC

Twisted Back

Dip, scoop, Lift, turn, throw Repeat Repeat Repeat Repeat Clear the white Bright and hard packed snow Expose the sidewalk Waiting for summer To be covered by green clippings And darkened by the sprinkler Cooling on a hot day But now uncovered By a twisted and sore back.

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I hear the droning moans of Winter Blowing on my house so cold Northwest winds from Dakota plains Aimed at this Dakota home It’s endurance is commendable One hundred and eight years Of standing here in this weather, I have only been here forty-nine There are creaks and groans And sagging a bit from settling Crackled, worn and flaking... And the house is aging too.

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Jan 7, 2020

Jan 7, 2020 at 1:28 AM UTC

So Many Winters

I hear the droning moans of Winter Blowing on my house so cold Northwest winds from Dakota plains Aimed at this Dakota home It’s endurance is commendable One hundred and eight years Of standing here in this weather, I have only been here forty-nine There are creaks and groans And sagging a bit from settling Crackled, worn and flaking... And the house is aging too.

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Rise and set Right to left Moss on my back My skin grows thicker Wrinkles and rings One more each year More leaves each year I shed in fall Dead sticks to the wind I shade the warm Hold nests for birds And squirrels I push my roots As deep as I can To find more water My friends around me Battle for the sky Together we are forest.

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Jan 1, 2020

Jan 1, 2020 at 11:30 PM UTC

The Tree

Rise and set Right to left Moss on my back My skin grows thicker Wrinkles and rings One more each year More leaves each year I shed in fall Dead sticks to the wind I shade the warm Hold nests for birds And squirrels I push my roots As deep as I can To find more water My friends around me Battle for the sky Together we are forest.

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