Tag Archive: #poems about life


The Rain 1

 

I remember standing in the rain watching you cry behind the glass helpless, powerless, I could only watch as the curtain fell and I was alone Cold and wet I stood on your front porch listening to the muffled cries Our night was over. The hours until I could see you again laid before me like cold black miles I had never felt so alone, so removed from the world, Separated from my only purpose, my reason for being

I thought of you crying, knotted into the fetal position on your bed I could almost see you there with your cherry blossoms cheeks and sad determined eyes whispering how one day we would run away and never come back how we would find some far away land and spend our days playing backgammon and making love I thought of you standing behind the foggy glass helpless, powerless, as the curtain fell

I thought of you as the rain suddenly stopped and the sky opened wide and black above me I thought of you as the clouds spread and the stars sprinkled the sky and the moon glowed like the sun so many rainy nights have come and gone and I think of us now so many years later standing together behind the glass watching as the silvery sheets of rain fall and gather into deep dark puddles near our home Then I hear the tea kettle whistling high and sharp calling from our kitchen and I hear your voice calling me for tea and I drop the curtain and go inside.

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She lives in the house over there

She’s peeling paint off the ceiling

A marooned girl skipping in the moonlight

She’s nine years old

A thin smile and tired eyes

Her clothes are barely held together

The invisible girl walking on dusty roads

She’s nine years old

She has a friend and he lives over there

He smokes the peppermint cigar

Invisible in the daylight

He’s all she has in the world

He’s ninety years old

She sits with him in the morning

He feeds her pancakes in the afternoon

They’re reading the funny papers together

These are the best years of his life

He’s ninety years old

They lie on the cot in the backroom

With lunar sneaking in the windows

They’re drinking green fairy from the bottle

The sun comes up

They’re zero years old

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old man

 

Heavy clouds hanging low overhead

 

Collecting smoke from skinny finger cigars

 

Pillows of evanescent vapor floating like halos

 

Over nappy heads and perpetually curled shoulders

 

Bent, red-eyed men with mournful smiles, and calloused souls

 

Are telling lies about the good old days that were never good

 

 

 

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I have appreciated the support I have received in the past from the many talented writers and artist in the past years that I have been allowed to express myself artistically on WordPress.

I am not much for self-promotion, so I will keep this brief. I am excited to announce the release of my recently published a book of poems “The Obvious Sound of Noise is Silence”

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Thank you all in advance, and keep writing.

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The Mintz