Archive for October, 2011
October 28, 2011
Guys ask you/
to color your hair;
/dress differently;
/change your style; /
trim your hair; /
act other than you are;/
change your body;/
alter your speech patterns;/
shave and tidy up;/
pose;/
do things that change
your personality/
and alter
who you are./
So, to show them you care./
You sacrifice yourself,/
And who you are./
What they ask
and demand of you,
You do.
I ask you to call,
write,
text;/
To let me hear
from you.
You don’t.
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October 28, 2011
Teach me to not care./
You have more expertise than/
I’ve yet developed.
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October 21, 2011
Days.
Weeks.
Months spent,
thinking,
dreaming,
planning
what to do for children
so they know I care.
So they feel
my love,
my devotion,
my unwavering commitment
to them.
To their happiness.
Personal things found,
bought,
created,
made with love,
like when the 1st grader
in my past
made a shiny gold
flower vase
out of sparkles
and paper
and glue paste.
I was so proud,
and she loved it
so much.
And things I do now
for my children:
Events,
furniture,
trips,
car repairs,
debt forgiveness,
as well as dinners,
poetry,
art,
flowers.
I think of them
as much as I did then,
or maybe more.
They are my flesh and blood,
sprung from my loins,
grown of my sinews.
I would give my life for them.
I have given my life for them.
And yet,
somehow,
they don’t know.
They don’t recognize
how much
I think about them;
how often
I feel for them;
how pained
and empty
and alone
I feel without them.
But my creative reaching,
my monetary stretching,
my time sacrificed giving
means,
evidently,
nothing.
And I don’t know
how to change
what they can’t
feel.
They say
they think
I don’t care.
I don’t show love.
I don’t give them
what they need.
That may be true.
They may think that.
But there has never been
a father who has tried harder,
or thought more
about
showing his children
he cared.
Because with every fiber
of my soul,
I do.
Tags:children, CyranoWriter, Emotional poetry, Father, gift, hurting, Kuhns, mother, poems, poet David Kuhns, Poetic Lament, Poetry, revolutionary poetry, rhythm, working through issues, www.cyranowriter.com
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October 10, 2011
Her name was Mary.
She went to 6th grade with me.
I made fun of her.
I called her names,
Mostly the “r-word”.
I wrinkled up my nose,
Mimicked the way she nasally spoke.
I threw snowballs at her
When she walked to school,
And when she walked home.
Her friends would surround her
And try to protect her
From the cold slush that
Would smack her face
And make her scream
“Leave me ALONE!”.
But her friends could not
Surround and protect her
From the stinging insults
I and my friends
Hurled at her:
Retard.
Moron.
Mental.
That was nearly
A half century ago.
I see public service announcements
Telling me what I already know:
The R word is hurtful
And wrong,
And my memory
Of Mary
Cuts me
deservedly.
Now I am
In the same mountain valley
As I was then,
A place where people
Are supposed to be nice.
Someone in an office
Says a co-worker is a “retard”,
Then asks “Is that okay
To call him that?”
I want to stand
And scream:
“NO!
DEAR GOD!
NO!
NOT THAT!
It’s NOT OK!”
Her name was Mary.
I called her names,
Made fun of her,
And made her cry.
I’ve thought about Mary,
off and on,
for decades.
The memory of her
makes me now cry.
I want to tell her
I was ignorant
and stupid.
I want to ask
For her forgiveness,
But I don’t know how.
So I remember,
And weep,
And write:
“Mary.
I am sorry.”
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October 10, 2011
Note to my man self:/
Never let a chick see you /
sick. She’ll distain you.
Tags:being sick, ConTEXTing Haiku, ConTEXTing Poem, ConTEXTing Poet, ConTEXTing Poetry, CyranoWriter, distain, haiku, Kuhns, man, man self, poems, poet David Kuhns, Poetry, revolutionary contexting Haiku, Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poetry, revolutionary poetry, rhyme, rhyming haiku, sick, text message poetry, www.cyranowriter.com
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October 9, 2011
Things not to do when/
you might have the flu: 1) see/
the film “Contagion”.
Tags:Contagion, ConTEXTing Haiku, ConTEXTing Poem, ConTEXTing Poetry, CyranoWriter, fear, film, flu, haiku, Kuhns, movie, poems, poet David Kuhns, Poetry, revolutionary contexting Haiku, Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poetry, rhyme, rhyme scheme, rhyming haiku, sickness, text message poetry, text messages, www.cyranowriter.com
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October 9, 2011
You’ve not see me:
Ill.
In pain.
Exhausted.
Weak.
Freezing.
Nervous.
Sleep deprived.
Delirious.
Confused.
Lonely.
Afraid.
Alone.
Scared.
For you I’ve always been:
Happy.
Healthy.
Energetic.
Strong.
Comfortable.
In control.
Confident.
Lucid.
Of course I’m acting weird.
I’m standing here
On an unknown stage,
Reading unfamiliar lines,
With no props,
And with emptiness
All around,
In a solo show.
You can get a refund
On your ticket,
And they can bring
The curtain down.
Tags:acting weird, confused, curtain, CyranoWriter, delirious, Elvis, Email poetry, Emotional poetry, ill, in pain, lonely, poems, poet David Kuhns, refund, rhythm, romance poetry, romantic, romantic poetry, sick, working through issues, www.cyranowriter.com
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October 3, 2011
Like a woman reading
In her soft, quilted bed,
With warm, golden lamp light
Glowing ’round her head,
So do fall’s fading flowers
Of Albion’s alpine meadows shine
As they show off late beauty
At sunset, one last time.
For soon a warm blanket,
Soft, deep and white,
Will form a safe coverlet
And protect them both at night.
Then, the brightness of morning and spring
Will amaze the eyes with the beauty waking brings.
Tags:Albion basin, autumn, blanket, CyranoWriter, Email poetry, email sonnet, Evening, fall, Kuhns, lamplight, poems, poet David Kuhns, Poetry, revolutionary poetry, rhyme scheme, slumber, sonnet, spring, sunset, Utah, Wasatch Mountains, wildflower, woman reading, www.cyranowriter.com
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October 1, 2011
Why do I become/
critical when working with/
good people who try?
Tags:ConTEXTing Haiku, ConTEXTing Poem, ConTEXTing Poetry, critical, CyranoWriter, good people, haiku, judging, Kuhns, poems, poet David Kuhns, Poetry, revolutionary contexting Haiku, Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poetry, revolutionary poetry, text message poetry, text messages, working, working through issues, www.cyranowriter.com
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