"wynn" poems
Earthquake Poem
3/5/2014
What do you suppose an earthquake does?
Sure, there are the shakes and scares,
Seismic shifts accompanied by tectonic tears.
But ditch this global perspective,
Figure out what rips those ripples, detective.
Let’s see you pound at the ground.
Hit it hard, ‘til you hear a heavy sound.
Is that enough to fissure some asphalt?
Tell me, could you bring this spinning planet to a sudden halt?
I can’t say for sure, what an Earth-quake does.
Though I’ve been a victim,
Earth isn’t where my quake was.
An Earth-less earthquake,
On a planet whose name I’ve learned to forsake.
Wynn’s world wandered ‘round someone else’s orbit:
Drawn to its gravity like grapes grow on a vine;
Brightened by its solar system’s shining smile, so divine;
Emotional tides tugged in and out;
Guided by its mysterious moon’s midnight meandering about.
That’s right – an orbit with its own time flow.
Time that could stomp its heels and steal a spotlight,
Time that could manipulate a moment like jello, mayonnaise, or some other squishy substance,
Time that could crash course, while standing still,
Time that could reveal something you never knew.
What do you suppose an earthquake does?
A quake could be anything that makes you shake.
Think of quaking in fear, as an unknown figure draws near.
Think of a jittery heart, that’s been bit by a bullet.
Internal tears,
think of organs bleeding,
Think of needing,
solid ground,
but falling and time keeps stalling.
When a quiet little quiver promises to deliver,
its slight shock signal straight through the middle.
When a molten magma core fizzes its manic madness,
like a shaken soda.
When an epic eruption carries out its upward excelsior,
Rejecting the spinning without a stop.
Oh, the mountains will tumble,
The hills and valleys, they’ll crumble,
And gurgle in the raging rivers’ rumble,
As volcanoes churn out violent bubbles,
Stirring up all kinds of troubles,
For one person’s personal planet.
For one person’s personal planet,
These violent forces of nature can’t compare to an Earth-quake,
When the ground you stand on begins to break,
When you realize your senseless stability is fake.
When that little quake knocks your Earth awake,
It’s reality coming alive to take, and take, and take,
Because for love, you put everything at stake.
What do you suppose an earthquake does?
I’ll tell you – it leaves a wrecked world with a cracked core and scorched surroundings.
Just because.
Just because, love on Earth always comes with a quiet little quake.
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 1:44 AM UTC
Speak Power to Truth, but watch out for Lie Poem
3/01/2014
Sometimes we are afraid to speak Truth to Power.
Have you ever heard that phrase uttered
by some token card pushing sack of potatoes?
I want to know :
Who are these Truth and Power characters?
Why are we afraid to speak with them?
Fear not, I'll break it down,
I met Truth in 8th grade,
watched friends steal candy from a store,
then they shouted, "Wynn go take some more."
Egging on persistent - I couldn't ignore.
I snuck the snack in to my pocket,
pretended I dropped it.
left enough change on the counter
to pay for my friends and more,
high hived my friend Truth as I walked out the door.
I met Power high up in a tower
of offices.
That's right, Power is a bureaucrat who stamps a time clock.
Every single weekday,
as a weak single,
like you and me, maybe.
Power worked for my university
signed my paychecks,
and didn't like me at all.
Power threw a power trip, extorted, blackmailed me and all,
I got was secret meetings behind closed doors,
Power threw me out
said Wynn we don't need you anymore.
I met Truth a 2nd time when I fell in love
and had Truth tell me, Wynn admit it,
this isn't the stranger you've been dreaming of.
But I didn't follow Truth's advice,
Instead I listened to Lie,
and continued to suffer
until emotionally I wanted to die.
Lie, is another character you will tend to get involved with.
Each day in a mirror Lie reviews your clothes,
whispers in your ear you should starve,
need to become beautiful,
to lose weight,
and change french fries for grapes.
Lie wears a funny suit and shows up at your door,
will try to sell you **** on silver platters,
as if you needed anymore,
Power came again to me,
at a protest in the mall,
said freeze, put your hands in the air,
don't move, stay where you are.
Power wields handcuffs,
forged from metal, emotions, or money.
Power is tall and attractive.
Can be so friendly, sweet like honey.
Power is secretly a business partner of everyone in your life.
Power will be there for those who afford to buy its might.
Lie is the friend who your parents say you should kick out of your house,
but instead you awkwardly end up inviting to dinner.
Lie timed their visit strategically.
To dine at your table for free.
(Lie doesn't identify with gender pronouns by the way).
So speak Power to Truth, but watch out for Lie,
because Truth needs Power most,
and Lie will try to hide,
not caring for reasons why.
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 6:31 PM UTC
we talked of chickens, the coops, the wire,
he
brought me a specimen of lime mortar, held
with horse hair from the old wall. we
placed it, discussed lime, the burning,
and carried on.
made a pointy thing, will burn our
irons in the fire.
day of industry, company, winds
bent the rest of us, so we
followed the road to find
hedd wynn.
the light is coming through.
sbm.
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 1:15 AM UTC
The Ninth Father's Day Poem
(6/15/2014)
A 12 year old Wynn,
wandering around the house.
Not so different from a spirit,
one that had shed its oppressive shackles of daily struggles.
A lot of people came to my father's funeral.
Everybody kinda threw a hodge podge of advice at me.
Saying token phrases that they probably picked up in a movie.
Things like, "Your father loved you, you were a lucky boy."
I don't care to remember the rest.
Although the worst was the people who had the audacity,
the nerve, to tell me, "Time will heal all."
They must have meant it takes enough time for me to die too,
only able to heal once I can see him again.
Because I spent the first 6 years numb,
carrying on through awkward motions,
like I needed a good grease or tune up.
You could hear the **** squeaks
as a poorly maintained robot should.
Devoid of emotions, unfeeling,
unable to accept the traumatization of tragedy.
I spent the last 3 or 4 years successfully.
I graduated college.
I've fallen in and out of love.
I even grew up into a promising young adult.
But I also learned how to miss my dead dad.
Time only makes it hurt more as I count each year.
This is The Ninth Father's Day.
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 1:18 PM UTC
There comes a time when
February 28, 2011
At least in my life, there comes a time when I have to make a decision, which to other people might not seem that big of a deal, or might seem wrong, or like something I don't actually support. However, everyone else might not really understand my reasoning or might just think it is dumb or over-emotional.
But can you honestly say that you've never felt like you have an influence on people who matter to you? I mean, what if you could take this hypothetical scenario where: you give up something that you like - no really enjoy, but were originally content living without - a really long time ago, before you changed. And by giving this up, you have a chance of getting your friends to do the same. Even if its only a slight chance, would you choose it, hoping that they'd follow in your footsteps? Even if it means sacrificing the new, possibly better you. The you that finally fits in and is 'normal,' and that is actually looked up for being so good at this something. The you that has so much fun, when in the more recent past, it seemed like you could never be happy ever again.
I mean, what if they mattered to you that much. Do you think that they'd understand and support you? Would they really appreciate their efforts? But then again, even if they don't, at least you can say you tried, in a non-cop-out kind of way. and plus, you're arguably better off for having made the choice anyways, since now you have the old you back.
If those who I'm talking about read this, I doubt you'd know what I'm talking about, or recognize that it applies to you. But I've made up my mind on the spur of the moment. I'm so sorry, but it's over. I just want to be Wynn again, the me that was so innocent and laughed at, but taken seriously. And I want you all to be the old you's as well. As fun as these days are, and as much as I want them to continue on again. As much as I don't want to grow up now - this early, and I want to keep the image of what we Thought was older and more mature a couple years ago. I am definitely not ready for this, but I feel like its better now than never. So again, I say that it's over.
You won't notice for a while, but that's alright. I know that it'll come sooner or later, I don't doubt it.
Dec 24, 2013
Dec 24, 2013 at 7:16 PM UTC