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Thomas Harper Oct 2014
The skeleton
    of a story
             without a discernible
tale,
                scampers through my mind,
bouncing
       from synapse to synapse,
                  thoroughly irritating
             the stodgy demands
                                     of responsibility and decorum.
276 · Oct 2015
Opportunity
Thomas Harper Oct 2015
Would you know your soul mate
if she tripped in to your life?
Would you give up everything
to see her by your side?
Making tough decisions
will always cause some pain.
So live and risk rejection
or die silent once again.

You cannot ride the rapids
afraid to rock the boat.
You can't aim for the bleachers
if you're too afraid to choke.
A life under the radar
may seem safe and secure.
But is it truly living
when only fear's endured?
274 · Oct 2014
Salty Kisses
Thomas Harper Oct 2014
Passion and anger,
Frustration and love.
Sometimes you’re a raven,
Sometimes you’re a dove.

Although I don’t want to,
I can’t help but care.
I’ll always forgive you –
It’s a curse that I bare.

But I haven’t forgotten,
The pain that you brought,
With your indiscretions –
My trust is stretched taut.

So now you’re repentant –
You're seeking my heart.
Just cuz I forgave you,
Doesn’t mean I want part,

Of love that is foolish,
Of a love that is based,
On reckless decisions –
On those made with haste.

So please do remember,
That my heart dismisses,
Love married with drama –
I don’t need salty kisses!
273 · Oct 2014
Stalemate
Thomas Harper Oct 2014
Words stand at the picket line
Refusing to cross
My ego tries to negotiate
But the words
Remain resolute.

Ideas orbit my brain
Potential masterpieces
I want to flesh out the ideas
But the words
Are still on strike.
271 · Oct 2014
Call Me Crazy
Thomas Harper Oct 2014
They call me crazy cuz I smile a lot.
They say I’m lazy but I'm really not.
I just don’t fit into their pre-made slot.

I’m not preoccupied with getting rich.
I don’t have snake oil, nor some clever pitch.
I’m simply looking for my own sweet niche.

Some people wonder what my angle is.
They try to bust me like some lame pop quiz.
But in the end what’s mine is my own biz.

So even though I try to mind my own,
I soon discover that I’m not alone,
And like someone defunct, I’ve been knocked prone.

Although this feeling is a bit surreal.
And their attacks belie that they’re puerile,
I’ll triumph in the end cuz I’m for real.
258 · Oct 2014
9/11
Thomas Harper Oct 2014
People waking
TV's    blaring
faces  staring
all  confused.
New  Yorkers
run  and  yell
to  quell  the
smell  of  hell
that's striking
brick  and  mortar      
glass   and   iron,   steel   and                   
wooden   support   too.         
Fire   spitting
ash exploding
debris raining
down  below.
The    scared
and    steady
brave and
ready wait to
see  who  hit
us           so.
Allies sending
warm  wishes
even enemies
woe our loss.
Cowards   hit
us  with  our
pants   down
but we would
get         our
point  across.
You  can  hit
us  you  can
hurt  us  but
you   cannot
make us quit.
We   have   a
strengtt that
can't        be
stifled we are
A m e r i c a n s we will make it.
254 · Oct 2014
How To Live Life
Thomas Harper Oct 2014
Life is to be lived with gusto.
Those who fear making mistakes,
make the biggest one of all.

Live life.
Love it.
Let others see that you love it.
Help them to love it too.

When you look back on life,
the moments that will stand out
the strongest
and have the most meaning
are those moments
where you embraced life
and yanked everything you could from it.

Don’t worry,
either,
you won’t break life.
Our lives may be fragile,
but life itself isn’t.
245 · Oct 2015
Obesssion
Thomas Harper Oct 2015
What does it mean
  when someone appears
    surrounded by a glow?

What can you do
  when you can't stop thinking
    about someone you know?
242 · Oct 2014
Wondrous Beginnings
Thomas Harper Oct 2014
The stars came down to meet me, entangled in her smile
Intoxication overcame me, its power – to beguile
Another glance
another breath
another leap of faith
I’m lost and flustered, emotions clustered
think I’ll stay here awhile

I asked about her preference: Mexican, Greek, or Italian?
She replied with a timid look – a romantic medallion
“Would you like
tomorrow night
to get a bite to eat?”
She replied, “yes,” I must confess
I will not be a dallying

That night I couldn’t sleep, my thoughts were fairly jumping
My bed refused to just sit still, my heart was really pumping
I tried to read
I tried to write
but sleep avoided me
I wasn’t mad, or even sad
for loneliness I was dumping.

I walked around the following day, in a luscious haze
My nervousness accompanied me, a day filled with clichés
The moments dragged
the minutes too
I could barely wait
But finally came, the time to claim
she who has my heart ablaze.

I drove to her apartment, I handed her one rose
She blushed so luxuriously, she loved the flower I chose
We went to eat
and had a ball
The night went by so fast
Now I’m enamored, it’s like I’m hammered
love’s what she bestows.

It hasn’t even been a week, but I’m just a smitten pup
I’m her shiny, China plate, and she’s my fragile cup
We talk each day
her voice assures
I’m most surely in love
She’s so dear, it seems so clear
that I'll never give her up
238 · Oct 2014
Prescience
Thomas Harper Oct 2014
I saw the calamity,
But not in time,
To stop the collision.
I feel like a spectator,
In my own life.

Events keep happening,
Without the ability,
To affect the outcome.

I see the future,
But only the moments,
Beyond my reach,
And outside my power.
In my own life.

I keep going forward,
Without the ability,
To affect the outcome.
234 · Oct 2014
Breaking Up
Thomas Harper Oct 2014
Oh cutie, you looker, you breaker of hearts.
Why is it I must go right back to the start?
Why must I again go looking around,
To find someone special who'll vanquish my frown?

I thought I had found, the day I met you,
My lover -- my soul mate, but it was not true.
I guess it was all just a dream of my head
An unrealistic indulgence I fed.

The truth, just our heads, not our eyes could see,
Was that romance for us was not meant to be.
I'm hurt, but I'm grounded, my faith is not lost,
Because when I met you, I counted the cost.

The gamble I took was a worthwhile risk,
To test for the chance that love might exist.
I am glad that I met you, I have no regrets,
If you want to stay friends, my answer is "Lets".
227 · Oct 2014
Battling Writer’s Block
Thomas Harper Oct 2014
I know the words are still inside, but I just can’t get them out
I want to put all my thoughts down – but only crap I spout
The lofty secrets I could share, would surely change the world
But as it is, they’re wrapped up tight – not to be unfurled

I’ve gone through times like this before – this isn’t something new
I’ve suffered hard to write my lines – I’ve overcome it’s true
But even though I know this spell of dryness has to end
Into a sea of anxious mire I feel myself descend

I know not where the answer lies – I know not what will work
I know not how I can escape before I go berserk
With sadness clawing at my soul and my head so full of grief
The act of writing seems too hard and offers no relief

But even though I’ve lost my hope and everything looks black
Even though my words are scarce and I feel like I’m a hack
Even though the crap I write makes even me feel sick
I have to force the words to come until at last they click

Because I am a writer now and will be forever more
I have to write when I enjoy it and when it’s a chore
So even though my heart is broke and my mind just wants to quit
I push myself to write my words – and not a single one omit
Thomas Harper Oct 2014
I started out with nothing…I can’t go down from there.
I’ve made my share of mistakes…but I do not despair.
Without a doubt, I’ll lose again…of this I am aware.
But as long as there’s a breath in me…I’ll live without a care.

Back when I had everything…what I feared most of all,
Was waking up and seeing…my presumed stature fall.
But when it all disappeared…I still was standing tall.
These fears were only in my head…losing, I wasn’t small.

Chorus:
I’ve been to the bottom…it didn’t drive me mad.
I’ve spent time at the top…then lost all that I had.
Losing’s an illusion…no reason to be sad.
Cuz I’ve been to the bottom…but the bottom’s not so bad.

I’ve seen people chase around…wanting to get more stuff.
Everything’s on plastic and…they still can’t get enough.
So they work an extra job…thinking that life’s too tough.
But it’s only greediness…that makes their hands so rough

Stressing over what we have…only robs us of joy.
Working just to amass wealth…can easily destroy.
So if you see your neighbor…holding his latest toy.
Just offer him your widest smile…and do not be annoyed.

Chorus:
I’ve been to the bottom…it didn’t drive me mad.
I’ve spent time at the top…then lost all that I had.
Losing’s an illusion…no reason to be sad.
Cuz I’ve been to the bottom…but the bottom’s not so bad.

Learning how to live with less…is worth the time it takes.
Never being satisfied…can lead to many aches.
But when things don’t go your way…don’t quit for goodness sakes.
Because each and every one of us…will make many mistakes.

Learning how to stand back up…and hold your head up high,
Isn’t easy, but it’s worth…the peace of mind it buys.
Don’t be tempted to sit down…and give in to the lie,
That failing once is a sign…that everything’s awry.

Chorus:
I’ve been to the bottom…it didn’t drive me mad.
I’ve spent time at the top…then lost all that I had.
Losing’s an illusion…no reason to be sad.
Cuz I’ve been to the bottom…but the bottom’s not so bad.
216 · Oct 2014
My First Open Mic Night 2
Thomas Harper Oct 2014
Boredom
Couldn't make it.

Laughter
Took his place.

People
Shared their words.

Applause
Kept the pace.

Humor
Flowed around us.

Poems
Made us think.

Stories
Kept us smiling.

At least
We didn't stink.
215 · Oct 2014
The Writing Prompt Was Late
Thomas Harper Oct 2014
I didn't like the prompt.
I don't think it liked me either.
Staring at me,
laughing really,
it mocked my inability
to be inspired.

But I was inspired.
Doubly so!
Just not by it.
I was inspired by the class,
by my fellow students,
by the poems we read, and by the poems
waiting to be written.

In a way,
I was even inspired by the prompt.
But don't let it find out.
209 · Oct 2014
Kind Of Bliss
Thomas Harper Oct 2014
Although I’ve struck another “END,”
I do not feel amiss.
What happened was what’s meant to be,
A truth I can’t dismiss.

The first night that I slept alone,
My slumber was remiss.
But when I woke up safe and sound,
I knew I had fate’s kiss.

It hurt to see our common friends;
It ached to reminisce.
But seeing they were still my friends,
Showed me their love exists.

So now each day that I endure
This trip through the abyss.
I realize that by facing fear,
I’ve found a kind of bliss.
202 · Oct 2014
Purpose
Thomas Harper Oct 2014
The time it took to write this line,
I could have cooked a meal to dine.
But here I sit with pen in hand,
Trying to impress the man.

For this is what we writers do;
We live for words and not for food.
For food just gives us sustenance;
Words can give us eminence.
188 · Oct 2014
Help To Escape The Dark
Thomas Harper Oct 2014
When problems come in pummeling loads.
When I see mud covers all roads.
When friends I loved, are Glad to see,
that stressful times have engulfed me.
When the future looks so dreary, bleak,
I just don’t have the will to speak.

I’m sure my problems aren’t that bad.
I’m sure my thoughts are skewed a tad.
I’m sure I still have friends, who care,
those who’d help me anywhere.
I’m sure that things aren’t quite so dark,
but still I don’t see ne’er a spark.

I love to help when others need.
I love to take their hands and lead.
I love to show they still have friends,
whose pledge of friendship never ends.
I love to help them see the light,
but at this time, I’ve not the might.

If you can see my problems well.
If you can see on what I dwell.
If you think friends we both could be,
the type of friend whose love is free.
If you can get my candle lit,
then please step up and just do it.
179 · Oct 2014
Sure Signs
Thomas Harper Oct 2014
Conflicts solved without a fight.
Smiles shared as we **** the light.
Wrapped in your arms throughout the night.
All sure signs that this is right.

You cross my mind, I start to smile.
With just a look you can beguile.
I love your warm, singular style.
All sure signs that it’s worthwhile.

I can joke and be a clown.
Don’t need my guard when you’re around.
You give a hug when I feel down.
All sure signs it’s love we’ve found.
164 · Oct 2014
Insomnia
Thomas Harper Oct 2014
I have the sickness it is true,
The one all of us writers do.
It causes us to lose much sleep,
As words and rhymes we ponder deep.
Although my eyes I want to close,
And let the stress of today go,
Before too long I start to rise,
To look for words without my eyes.
For it is with my heart I see,
The words I find in front of me.
No matter what method I try,
I can not make the words subside.
And so I find before too long,
My night of sleep has simply gone.
143 · Oct 2014
Writing Poems
Thomas Harper Oct 2014
These words I see inside my head,
And by them I am surely lead.
The truth is that I have no clue,
Just why I choose the words I do.
I feel the rhythm in my heart,
And that is where my rhyming starts.
And so a pen and pad I find,
To scribe the words inside my mind.

But though I see the words you read,
It doesn't come so easily.
For even though my lines all rhyme,
To write each one takes lots of time.
I weigh each line, each word I choose,
So that the tempo I don’t lose.
And in the end I have some thing,
That makes the paper seem to sing.

— The End —