Archives by Tag 'Poems'
Snack Man
The man who just refilled
the snack machines
at the bus terminal
is now standing at the
wide-open back doors of his van.
He is carefully cutting and flattening
his emptied cardboard boxes.
He is working neither slowly, nor quickly;
he is working at his happiest pace,
at the speed of pressed khakis and blue work-shirt.
Finally, he loads his dolly into the van,
shuts the [...]
Night Shift
You want to know
why I do
that strange thing
I do?
Here’s why:
Walking home from work
late one night last fall,
Passing under the highway
named for the queen,
Using the temporary sidewalk
hastily thrown together for me,
Seeing construction workers
scurrying under harsh work lights,
I somehow recognized
the Joy of hard hats and work boots.
How could I possibly recognize
that?
I’ve never constructed a highway in my [...]
Picnic Weather
Rainy day,
and here you stand,
picnic basket in your hand!
I’ll never get used to you
and your changing weather;
sometimes you’re too chilly for me,
but more often you are too warm, too humid,
too close for comfort.
Not that you are unusual;
I recognize that I’m the eccentric one,
the one who strangely embraces stasis.
(Some say my stasis is mere stagnation.)
Let me [...]
Few
The birds
singing before dawn
know it’s better to sing then
than at midday.
True, the audience is limited
to a wakeful few:
a jogging insomniac,
a dog owner,
a nightsky nerd.
However, that limited audience, that wide-eyed handful,
cannot help but pay sharp attention.
Pre-dawn, the distractions are so few:
not-so-many sounds-of things-on-the-road,
fewer sights; vision restricted to moonlight,
the whirling mind stiller sometimes when outside in cooler [...]
Opposites
I mountaineer trash;
you heap wonder.
I escape the lash;
you feast on wonder.
You built this city
on-a lake-of tears.
I built these string bridges from
fears and hopes.
(The only way to be together
is to build, is to create,
but I’ve never made more
than sand castles and tissue paper kites.)
You dig treasures for the world;
I uncover deepness dark.
You travel entouraged;
I live here, [...]
Yard Sale Announcement/Poem
My friends Grant and Robin
are holding a yard sale
on Saturday, May 23, 2009
at 221 Grantham Avenue.
The yard sale will start at 7:00 AM
and will end around 5:00 PM.
There will be tons of fascinating things for sale,
because Grant and Robin are fascinating people.
You will want to buy some of the objects they are selling.
For instance, there [...]
Children with Sticks and Stones
This is the final sign that
Spring is finally fading into Summer:
young children
gathering stones,
looking around for sticks,
gravel and twigs.
They make things:
a circle of rocks here,
a stick stuck into the ground there,
being propped up by a rock.
Others take to the
greening grass,
and sit there plucking blades.
They wait for the Spring breeze to leave,
so they can feel warm sunlight [...]
Yondercast 029 – TBE!
http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/yondercast/~3/4h6SK31qj2A/yondercast029.mp3
Guest Host!
Rick B, thank you for reading Rob’s poem and for cohosting the eposide! I have unlocked the door; you are now free to go.
Poetry!!
It is Love by Sarah L
Checkmate by Sarah L
Pieces of a Puzzle by Sarah L
Act I Scene I by Rob the Honourable Box Cutter
Music!!!
You’re the Big Sky (rock guitar instrumental) by [...]
Yondercast 028 – Two Years Old!
http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/yondercast/~3/XvkxVXk7Ssw/yondercast028.mp3
This episode celebrates Yondercast’s 2nd birthday!
There are three poems this episode, written by Rob the Honourable Box Cutter, my sister and myself.
Thanks to Jordan “FunkMaster” for creating the background music.
Thanks to Christian band 3 In The Same for letting me play “You Give Me Life.”
Sound effect of siren was DMP002011 RUMBCITY SIRENS.wav by martypinso, found [...]
Untitled
I dug a warren for rabbits
You built a hive for bees
Yon river flows for fishes
Cyberspace is home for me
I should back up my heart
Like I back up my files
I can’t, so I protect it
With ceramic space shuttle tiles
I once lived inside your future
You read about my history’s past
If we agree where to begin
We will see [...]