Deyer

Deyer Jan 2016

Generations change.
People didn't trust the radio or newspapers or television or social media or or
Or
anything new, at first.
And some people don't see the comedy
in posting why the next generation is unsuccessful on social media,
but it's there just as
the next generation is, and as their trends will be.
Change is not scary, I'm
telling you that it's coming and
fear, in this case, is a waste of time.

Deyer Jan 2016

Loathsome

No,
I refuse the blues. Excuse me,
for I fail to see as you empale
my ecstasy. Reflection, I will
not mend our relationship. I'm
not seeing you anymore.

Deyer Jan 2016

Bar Stars and Lying Smiles

All I see at bars is bouncing, smiles,
and laughter full of sad eyes and
repression.
A bunch of lonely
                 people
                        looking
for a warm night and a cold morning.
Connections built to a beat, and you
      have to blame
all parties
because that's what bars are for.
A house of human fluid,
dank floors filled with
feet and fluttering hearts,
moving parts when all
any of us needs
is a real caring conversation.
A real daring contemplation,
I know, but though I'm a young
anomoly, I honestly believe
these thieves of youth are used to their
dishonest truths.

We don't even know it's a problem.

#fear #young #youth #bars #clubs

Deyer Jan 2016

10 Seconds From Eternity

10
Every person counts aloud.
9
Joyous laughter and continuous cheering
8
A thought of darkness creeps among
the collective consciousness
the crowd's heart pauses
7
The Boston Marathon creeps to mind,
as do other grand gatherings
6
The cheering grows louder
5
Children giggle while adults
clink sparkling glasses
4
Breath is held as the ball
makes its final descent
3
This could be one of those moments
where everyone
remembers where they were
2
Everyone screams, joy shining on their teeth
and fear creeping
behind their eyes
1
Only laughter this time,
only midnight kisses and new found hope.
Only love despite the public
gathering and two hundred million viewers and
the potential for destruction.
Only love because when the dust settles,
when the final glass is emptied, when only streamers line the streets, love is the only thing that will remain.

I conceptualized this poem new years eve and wrote it a week ago, then wrestled with whether or not to publish it. Well, here it is.

#love #new #years #beginning

Deyer Jan 2016

For Ashley

This isn't about me, but I can only
speak from my own lips. This is all
about you, really my perception of
you, so excuse the bias.
You're gold.
From the inside, you shine by
giving your time without personal
benefits. You glitter my littered eyes
with a blistering brightness. You're fearful,
so I'll give you an ear full of whispered compliments and knowing glances.
The world doesn't give
a ****, but you're without a any left to share, having cared every **** to the ******. You are the new dew on morning grass, you are light in darkness, you are gold among rubble, you a sandwich to the starving world, you are everything I could ever hope to be (with).
You are gold, shining on those who've forgotten their lustre.

Deyer Dec 2015

Every Christmas

Mom put "White Christmas" on
and we sat around the TV
while yelling and talking and not
really watching. We drank and I thought
of Hemingway and Bukowski, because they
drank and wrote a lot.
And I sat down to write,
without worrying about editing,
and I wrote this particular poem. 8 glasses of
cider later,
I sit in silence, listening for inspiration.
I don't think any is coming, but
often good times don't result in poetry.

Deyer Dec 2015

Mom

Mom,
We'd like to give you the world
since it's exactly what you gave to us.
Given our current financial limitations,
it isn't possible at the moment.
So how about a winter coat instead?