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Humble Poetry, vol. 2

Cards on the table: I know very little about humility, but it is a new skill that I am learning through life. I hear she’s supposed to be the best teacher and she’s gonna have to be because I’m not a very attentive student. It’s taken 30+ years for me to even realize that humility was on the syllabus and honestly, I feel like that’s kind of her fault but whatever, I’ll take the L as part of the first lesson. My point is I honestly couldn’t tell you what the fuck I mean by “humble poetry”; I just wanted to keep with the theme and mood and rant of the previous post(s).

This next poem is about a chance encounter for a boy with anxiety. When I told the story to my sister she said it sounded like a robot interacting with a human for the first time, no shade. I thought that sounded like a pretty hilarious short story which is what Laundry Day was originally supposed to be until Writer’s Block turned it into the poem Prepositions. I hate when he edits my shit… he’s such a dick.

Laundry Day (Prepositions)
Do not be silent stranger
For I cannot speak near you

Content to know her furtively
Lest my ears betray me
A greeting dropped through the eaves
Changes everything

Beautiful on the second glance
Quite alluring on the first
Captivating once I heard
The sweet lilt of her voice

Do not be silent enchantress
For I cannot speak to you

Her words are bewitching
No mistruths will I utter
The sharp tone of her aria
A fear I dare not risk

My speech is screeched cacophony
She paraphrases me with harmony
Her song is happy and haunted
While mine is naught and same

Do not be silent sweet siren
For I cannot speak like you

Laughter is her accent and tone
Soothing and soft like raindrops
As if a melodious giggle nestles
Forever beneath her breast

The pauses in her speech
Reflect beauty in her features
Crescendos and sharp notes
Even muted she sings

Do not be silent queen of kings
For I cannot speak over you

The dirge of her goodbye
A bittersweet earworm
Her memory a requiem
Her absence a dreadful noise

Mellifluous as the tide it flows
Rinsing me in a wave of words
Rescinding in resounding silence
Pulling my attention with it

Do not be silent my lady
For I cannot speak of you
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Humble Poetry, vol. 1

I often struggle with finishing a poem. Well, to be more precise, I struggle with being satisfied with a poem to the point of publishing it. Whomever becomes entrusted with the passwords to my PC will have their work cut out for them if they are to fulfill my dying wish of posthumous notoriety. Finding “appropriate” (non-defamatory) content will be only slightly less difficult than finding complete and/or coherent transcriptions. Even the poems that I do publish are often edited after the fact in my private collection. I hope the sentiment of my verses lasts longer than the copyrights. The following poems have passed my One-Reading-Without-Edits-or-Cringing (ORWEC) test. The editorial board is comprised mostly of my insecurities along with a grammar nazi and some minor creative oversight.

Float Trip
life is a float trip
time is a river
the water is choice
prayer is the raft
faith is the current
faith won't protect you
but it will carry you
you will fall in the water
the raft will save you
if you can swim to it 
Tetherball
I feel--
the approximation of love
tethered and broken
like a ball tied to a pole
Hit 'round and round it goes
until wound up tight
Game over
Unravel
Unwind
Repeat--
alone.
Infectious Diseases
Feelings of inadequacy 
Self-delusion
Severe anxiety
Real grief
Necessitated solitude
Nihilistic submission
Beast of burdensome

Rejection is a symptom 
Failure is a sign
The problem is me
I am contagious
Indifference
To you I am too new
Too different and too blue
Nothing more than two
Too dissimilar points of truth
Within differences of view

Out of deference to you
I shall love true
Suffer rue
Distance do
Choose you

Respect a different sort of deference
Indifference
A Prayer for Peace
The older I get the more I forget 
The acts of love that forged me

A foolish youth too proud and dumb
No goal but to prove folks wrong

Whispers of half-remembered dissenters 
Echo dismissively 'twixt my temples

The mad commotion of doubt and reason
Eroding faith towards moral treason

Consumed by fear of choices past 
Reaped from what was sown in ash

My sins have grown since being committed
Please teach me the lesson of self-forgiveness

Amen