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Tim Garemore Jun 2019
gone are the days
in general

now wish to go come up across one
and examine things left inside it

out with the things
in general
no longer bothered with those matters
of coarse and uncertain jargon

far from it
commune in the space
found in kind
to so go
Tim Garemore Apr 2019
I've a particular bias
against words that don't conform to the way
that appears beautiful to me

Works that are right-justified
or unjustified
or rhyme too much (or little)
even just using bold or italics

I'm amazed at how I call what I make poems
and therefore myself a poet
and find nearly no pleasure in most poetry
I'm so picky about poems I read yet so unwilling to critically evaluate what I write myself.
Tim Garemore Apr 2019
brink of a doubling over
down falls forming a sensory slump
soft spoke and mirror smoke
   jailed as rome's one true heroes
we were softly sure oft and were true disposed,
'man alive told me and now I am telling you'
grant this - that we are born and die
forever feeling a drifting time
what a ride
grant this - that we are most recent
and are and are again
the newest information we feel
grant this - that we are loved
and that we are the newest
unto we are ourselves
Edited a bit to be less floaty. Wrote this while nearly drifting off into a soft sleep in a class that doesn't matter
Tim Garemore Mar 2019
and we'll not be happy if we reflect on it later

but this will not convince anyone of that

In faith I try to deny myself

but only when it's convenient to me
      or when I am in a particularly
                     Christian mood

we listen to good music etc
         and tell ourselves     and each other
              we'll be okay
we could easily die in our sleep all today
and have none of the redemption we seek

Praise God for his tests!

Jesus help us in our trials!

I need more sleep, all I get nowadays is

A piece I banged out after a family fight right before bedtime a couple months back
Tim Garemore Mar 2019
I'm so ready to feel spring again
I want tears on my face the day of
To wake up and spring out
Just dress in a shortsleeve shorts skin - and underwear
Then sprint out into a yard, either one
Then feel spring and feel young(er) and feel something
I've known you can't go to a golden past
I've just never learned, I don't think
from a set of writings when I was particularly yearning for spring
Tim Garemore Mar 2019
Crazy crazy crazy

A slideshow or an email can light my life on fire
In a very biblical way
guide me through both night and day
And renew my spirit or its remnant but either way it's okay
because I can smile
I can smile today
I hear a man say, "Oooooooh", and I know exactly what he's talking about

I bob my head to the music and then bend it down in prayer
One motion, one moment
A vignette of my rebirth

Crazy crazy crazy
My mom always says "Crazy crazy crazy" when anything mystifies us. I almost always agree with her
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