"oftimes" poems
If you want to feel
As the poet feels,
Don't hold her hand;
Pick up his pen.
If you want to hear
A poet speak,
Don't listen to him;
Read her lips.
If you want to see
As the poet sees,
Don't look to his eyes,
But see with her's.
To smell like a poet,
Splash in the rain,
Dance dry in the sun;
Follow your nose.
But get an inkling
In your mind,
Deaf, mute or blind;
Find your center,
Sit with it.
I oftimes get a sense of it.
Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 5:32 PM UTC
~
(old beach fence)
pickets set,
once in symmetry,
straight and white...
young teeth;
now in weathered state,
discolored by
the salty spray;
rust-formed rivers
trickle down from nails,
barely tethered
to its frail frame.
in places, shifting sand,
overruns its posts,
like a winding score,
it's rhythm lagging,
holding yet its notes;
fulfilling purpose,
like an old musician,
though beaten down
by wind and storm
the music strong,
sometines pouring out
in gentle song,
oftimes belting.
out in haunting tune;
lyrics pointing,
shaking voice
still croons,
the heart still beats,
though the mind
is drifting on;
like an old,
weathered,
beach fence...
has not lost
it's relevance!
~
*post script.
in conversation with a beautiful mind, about her photo of an old beach fence. she says, “I love the loneliness in that picture, though I'm not sure why.” his answer just a hopeful guess, “i know why... it speaks of purpose and usefulness, despite age and state of repair; it speaks of direction, despite its apparent randomness... too oxymoron-ish to not be drawn in...” conversation ’tween two friends, conceiving thoughts, in particular her encouraging response with these words... “You should make that into a poem! And yes, that is exactly it!" yes indeed, she is a beautiful mind, this precious, poet friend of mine!!*
Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 12:26 AM UTC
its so easy to destroy ones-self
oftimes it seems like something positive
a step in the right direction.....
..........
a glimpse into another
even a higher dimension
........
an act of infinite bravery
...........
self-effacing, noble
enlightening
(to destroy
ones
self
so
......selflessly..............)
and thus cowardice doth make us semi-conscious
one and all
..........
walking along the mystic beach
oil oil
washing our feet
Jul 17, 2010
Jul 17, 2010 at 2:28 PM UTC
The crickets jump...! The crickets hop...!
Chirping in the dark, they won't stop...
Telling me where they are and where they're not
But they are not there, when I reach the spot.
Little crickets, the chirps you make -
Oftimes your location is faked!
Where are you? Along the long grass I look - ;
I just want to give you a gentle stroke.
Little crickets, you're such a tease!
You jump! Then you ride on the breeze...
You sing thro' the night, on a summer day;
I listen to your song from far away.
Jul 23, 2019
Jul 23, 2019 at 5:02 PM UTC
the tributary hour
all thought run to thee my lord
i am a base creature
i am oftimes afraid of love
still...still
still i seek to find a way
to serve you and the world
this tributary hour
all thoughts running to thee
Aug 25, 2010
Aug 25, 2010 at 3:21 PM UTC
and so then we say
"who is here?"
violently intriguing
yet we see with such
passive eyes
the monumentality of the slaughter
that shall soon take place
amid the loveliness
creatures
so pure and saint-like
enjoying
all sense of purposeful sharing
and the child's modesty
and as oftimes we hear eachother say:
"are we really even here-at-all?"
and the monumentality
of even thinking to speak
and yet we dare go on
unto the only door worth entering
and we go in
and take a seat
Jun 21, 2010
Jun 21, 2010 at 2:11 PM UTC
the greatest day
earth
is here
and you too
the great earth!
----
beautiful bodies!
hearts pure!
the work is here
and we are here
helping eachother
thru
all things
--
-
--
oftimes pain is here
but we are here
together
on this earth!
today!
we are here together!
--
-
--
the greatest day
earth
is here
and you too
the great earth!
we
together
Sep 24, 2010
Sep 24, 2010 at 10:25 AM UTC
Nothing but foul bed bugs
Filling the holes in my brain
The macabre can oftimes seem mundane
Or excusatory, even pretentious in tone
What’s more profound than the morbid thoughts of a puny whipster
Can reflections so defiled by pessimism ring true as gold?
Is living through rose petals more befitting of art such as this
Droning on of garden’s sunbeams?
Or do the melancholy mutterings of a heavy head so ghoulish and grim
Mean more than the blithesome fervor of a soul
Not tainted or scarred in such a way as this;
By the absolutes and certainties of this life
And lack of therewithin-
Does such purity equate to disillusionment?
Knocked off course so viciously
I feel so good,
so visceral and clean
Yet deeply ungraceful
Making armistice with these Devils proves paragon
To amity and peace within
The alternative to internal conflagration
Release them,
But only when vital
Kept on a shortened leash
They are not inclined to seek abdication
But with absolute suppression they shall,
Exact their Revenge
Jun 12, 2020
Jun 12, 2020 at 8:35 PM UTC
AND SHE IS WATCHING.......
and oftimes............speaks
(softly...will you hear?)
gentle on the breezes
images of
what you want
in and out of focus
BUT
SHE IS ALWAYS
HERE
and who has the courage to be known?
to merge mountains together with the street?
to know you have mothered or fathered
THAT child
every child
any child
...................SHE
IS
.......WATCHING
will you speak to her
SHE IS WAITING
who else is she waiting for?
who else does she want?
who else can help her?
who does she need?
Aug 26, 2010
Aug 26, 2010 at 12:47 PM UTC
I oftimes write
To ensure I still can.
Ergo. This.
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 4:06 PM UTC
Broken love
Pretending
That we don't
Understand
What we are doing
••
Broken hearts oftimes never mend
•
We destroy others so casually
Sayin we never meant such thing
••
Sometimes a crippled life lasts forever
Somehow the sense of power over rides
Our human-ness
Sometimes we just like to flaunt
The needs that are so hard to be met
Sometimes we just forget
(Most of the time )
We just forget
••
Broken love
Broken trust
••
Crippled lives all around
The lovely poet makes his rounds
Speaking of apology
Speaking of forgiveness
••
Broken love
Maybe the hearts will mend
And we may heal ourselves
And be human again
Mar 1, 2014
Mar 1, 2014 at 10:58 PM UTC
.
vision of a lady
But you are a
Little girl
And the rain
And you on the street
And the princess
Riding in the king ' s carriage
Amid the paupers and thieves
""
/ (. (. \
We pretend we don't know for a little while
( until it's too late )
We feel so safe in raw helplessness
)(
Amid imposed images
Falsely called
Reality
•
a poet oftimes appears
To paint a picture of pure truth
For you
And asks
If you would live here
///
( statues crumble we appear )
//
Masks fall off
)(
It all fels like a
Special Place
::
And that it's a Real Thing
to
Just Be Here
.
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 10:30 AM UTC
Never is the sky always bright,
Without dark clouds that bring the rain;
And never is life all delight,
Without suffering, sorrow or pain.
I know not how I’m to thank you
For everything that you’ve taught me;
You regard me as I the dew
Altho’ I love you most keenly.
Oh! Give me the key to your heart;
Oh! Tell me how you can be moved;
Or teach me how to make a start;
Whisper how I should my love prove.
Oftimes on you I contemplate:
A statue towering sky high –
Thro’ marble naught can penetrate;
Its inmost thoughts none can espy.
Jul 23, 2019
Jul 23, 2019 at 5:03 PM UTC
)(
upon yonder hill
the moon is rising !
WE SHALL LIVE !
;;;:;
LOVE (?) ............... LIVE (?)
L (O , I ) V E
yes
Somehow the
O
and the
I
Seem interchangeable
""
AND IN FACT THEY ARE
and
LOVE & LIFE
are the same thing
""
Now the problem begins when we
Actually realize this truth
And our ego trips
And
Ego games
Start to feel
Totally absurd
)(
We may wish for the freedom that ignorance oftimes
seems to bring
Or
We may choose to pursue the joys
Of the secret adventure that actually
Creates a world
•
True freedom is the ability to make
This choice
::
To make it fearlessly and consciously
)(
To live your love
&
To love all life
||
( --- < tree > --- )
upon the hill
The moon is rising
Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 11:43 PM UTC
^ ;;;^
(• ||| •)
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<>
And as oftimes someone IS
seen
Upon the Road
••
In a naked Hour
••
TWO TOGETHER
••
( And the stars the moon and the sun ! )
••
We Know !
••
And the naked Hour
••
The unborn child is the god
All the prophets will tell you
••
TWO !
Together !
Soil seed rain
The winds blow !
••
Sacred
•
Have you seen them ?
They are only always you
Walking with the one that is there
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 12:56 AM UTC
........ was the road
she walked upon it so majestically
//
Now anybody may follow
Anyone who would come home
••
( oftimes it is possible to say
That we are too vain )
||
Thru the ***** pounding
Thru the rich boredom of Complaining
Thru the poison of complimenting
//
Into the light of the honesty
///
The girl !
She is free
•
Will you try to harm her ?
( I'm not sure but I fear you may )
Thriving as we do on self abuse and jealousy
//
A walking in the rain / she
Is prepared for anything
( even for a touch of love )
Or any gift you choose to bring
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 4:07 PM UTC
Death becomes himself
He climbs, ivy finger'd
On the shadowy rise
Death drives His chariot
Drawn by stallions on fire
Oftimes He approaches
Silent, on velvety hooves
Toying with his prey
As the cat teases wool
Perhaps His indulgence
The warnings first sound
Foreseeing the inevitable
The fall to the ground
But I
Refuse.
Not yet
Mr. Death
Not yet
I will fight your marching
At every advance
And battle you out
To the last stance
That you will know as you claim
The remains of my earthen hide
That I have fully worn it out
Well before you arrived
Mar 5, 2018
Mar 5, 2018 at 6:56 PM UTC