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Poems
Nat Lipstadt
Oct 2015
For Steve Yocum
~~~
an old marine called me the other night
a poet from the left coast,
a correspondent and a first responder
to my messy essays
we both, vintners of men,
compared notes on our progeny's
full bodied temperament,
and our own full body's aches and miscreants
bemoaning our losses,
of earnest poets,
of friends, even foes,
and favored football teams,
and ne'er forgetting to tally up
our occasional victories
he authors books,
he authors life,
with grainy portraits,
that try to be peepholes
to clarity
me, a periodic poetist,
more confessional blogger shootist,
than artful-words-to-please dodger,
in a vainglorious futile insanely repeating attempts
to better separate
life's wheat from the chafe of its chaff
perhaps,
we shall someday meet,
a twosome of codgers,
walk the saddened-today, blood-reddened Oregon soil,
armed with each other's comforting wisdom,
tasting grapes,
acknowledging
but for the grace of god,
we go
together, to gather,
each other closer,
walk the vineyards and the cellars
to clarify
the wine from the sediment,
getting uproariously drunk
on friendship
~~~
an old marine called me the other night
a poet from the left coast,
a correspondent and a first responder
to my messy essays
we both, vintners of men,
compared notes on our progeny's
full bodied temperament,
and our own full body's aches and miscreants
bemoaning our losses,
of earnest poets,
of friends, even foes,
and favored football teams,
and ne'er forgetting to tally up
our occasional victories
he authors books,
he authors life,
with grainy portraits,
that try to be peepholes
to clarity
me, a periodic poetist,
more confessional blogger shootist,
than artful-words-to-please dodger,
in a vainglorious futile insanely repeating attempts
to better separate
life's wheat from the chafe of its chaff
perhaps,
we shall someday meet,
a twosome of codgers,
walk the saddened-today, blood-reddened Oregon soil,
armed with each other's comforting wisdom,
tasting grapes,
acknowledging
but for the grace of god,
we go
together, to gather,
each other closer,
walk the vineyards and the cellars
to clarify
the wine from the sediment,
getting uproariously drunk
on friendship
if I had known a long time ago that sharing poetry
could create inestimable friendships,
I would be that much richer
in the things that matter
Oct. 2, 2015
could create inestimable friendships,
I would be that much richer
in the things that matter
Oct. 2, 2015
Belinda S Richmond
Sep 1
I can't express it enough times;
I keep putting down these rhymes;
I keep spitting these lines,
as my inspiring words
comes to ones mind.
I'm giving out expressions,
My lines are like Lessons,
More like a full Confession,
I just want to be a Blessing.
I Express the way I feel,
For, this Poetist is Real
I give rhymes like everyday,
Turn your gray clouds
to a Sunny Day!!!
When you don't have a clue,
believe, I go through struggles too
I know just how you feel
This Love for you is Real!!!
Through good or bad weather,
We'll get through it together!!!!
B.R.
Date: 02/10/2023
I keep putting down these rhymes;
I keep spitting these lines,
as my inspiring words
comes to ones mind.
I'm giving out expressions,
My lines are like Lessons,
More like a full Confession,
I just want to be a Blessing.
I Express the way I feel,
For, this Poetist is Real
I give rhymes like everyday,
Turn your gray clouds
to a Sunny Day!!!
When you don't have a clue,
believe, I go through struggles too
I know just how you feel
This Love for you is Real!!!
Through good or bad weather,
We'll get through it together!!!!
B.R.
Date: 02/10/2023