I…..Feel it
I Feel it pounding, not unlike a heartbeat, this
Strange and knowing feeling, driving me, driving my soul
I…..Feel it
Striking my mind, berating my soul, saying
Why, why are you not he you wish to be
I…..Control it
I am who I choose to be I scream, the past
Screams…..saying, you lie, you are what needs to be
I…..Refute it
I alone create reflection
I alone strike the match
Laying on the beach, sand over toes and wind through hair,
Thought’s flee and spirit’s rise,
Needs fade, heart soothes, simple lives abound
Memories carry and soar.
Father of mine, with your absent care
Words unexpressed are heard nonetheless
He spake hardly at all, but showed the world
Forming a bedrock of character for all to see but not hear
Expressed simply by sweat of brow, self-improvement is never time wasted
Callused hands working slow, care of a home matters
Unflattering activities put to test, relationships take work
Stony glare to soft pats, parenting requires all
Shadowed eyes at no suns rise, don’t waste your day
Shake hands and keep it straight, respect given freely unless cause not to
Help those when it is no large detriment, community after self
Long drives with teary eyes, family matters most of all
A father’s job isn’t and shouldn’t be easy, it’s a commitment to localized posterity
Spoken word is cheap and fast, only the body shows truth
A man’s soul is non-transferrable, but lessons forge a stronger spirit
Scars and slides will abide, the father’s test of man
They all wish upon a star, to change just what they are
Go back, do it again! -‘d change my life and just begin
They dream so very far, not knowing about the scars
Burns and cuts earned over time, make up what is yours and mine
To start over is no bliss, but a touch from the devil’s lips
You lose what you’ve found and won’t find again
Tabula rasa is a sad sin
This body given o’er unto me, be not what I want
It drives and pushes, throws down deep, and calls on its own
Overwhelming urge unto decay, flashing pulses grown
Loves tender barrier valiantly flees, tender bodies taunt
This heart bears no great strength, pumping amorally
It presses and shifts, rises to great heights, and lands at their feet
Unsatisfying need spends thrifty in the days, looking for rhyming beat
4 valves find no common wavelength, love leaves me naturally
Oh this body bears me no strength of mind, nor will at that be
It hides and runs, seeks its redeeming trait, but falls flat on the side
Wasted time for unneeded breaks, make the unwanted man cry
With no will no mind, no fare to be found, I can only try to see
She called upon my touching divides, please let them be
We laughed and sighed throughout the night, glory let us be
We stole away and forgot goodbyes, don’t let them see
But life is short and then she cried, hanging onto me
I held on tight and said all’s right, so I lied to she
She left me so and quite alone, broken, and bloody
Now I’m up all night, feeling not quite right, trying divided memories
An inner eye be not memory say I, say I
But a longitudinal wave stretching forth its monstrous hand
Memories are repetitive say I, say I
You end your life the same as you began
Fate has claim to us all say I, say I
Noone has choice on family born into, nor circumstances at that
Life is predetermined say I, say I
Changes made tend to revert, the soul grows fat
The greater romantic lives within us say All, say All
You can be anything, except what you can’t
Evil is simplified projections say All, say All
Those in the light tend to twist and slant
You are who you choose to be say None, say None
Arrogance slides to confidence as you become a man
Slip the cloak and ride the wave say Few……say Few
You’re remembered best for what you don’t plan
Hello you readers out there,
Back in school and I’m already reading close to 1k pages a week. I state such as it doesn’t allow me a large block of time for working on my own poetic reading and writing. So far I’ve read two Shakespearean plays, two novel’s from the 17th century and two novels from the 18th century as well as assorted poetry from Alexander Pope, Lady Mary Montagu, and an assortment of others. I’m going to attempt to be more active this semester and keep everyone updated on the reading I complete as I find it shapes my writing int he time period that I’m currently reading. Thanks for checking in and hope you’re having a wonderful spring.
J.D. Mullenary I
Swish and flick, the quill or stick
The writer knows the way
His words flow up, down and around
His worlds will make you stay
Not everyone has a story, but we’re all full of glory
Putting our words to the page
Instagram pic, guy and his chick
Sharing our world away
The writer tries to please, begging on his knees
Oh won’t you look this way
But the cover is shown, and the cover is blown
When kids can’t read in this day
Polished mirrors darken with age
Simple stands and gains the wage
Electric hair and flowing rage
The weary just turn the page
Starving souls feed the world
Withered up and starting to curl
Banners rise and unfurl
The character stands and shines pearled
Money pays in many ways
They can live their own, honest praise
But the wisest among us have to pay
For those who freely raze,
Our ill-guided days
