bluecat
April 8th, 2001, 09:28 PM
This is also in the poetry section under separate titles.
Blue :cool:
From time to time we humans feel a burning need to express ourselves. We all have different ways some talk, some sing, and some do both. A few years ago while an undergraduate student I wrote a play, it was an expression of life about a man dealing with the loss of a son and about the other son dealing with his father's favoritism of the lost son. While I was writing the play I found it comforting to express myself with some simple lines of verse. Here is a sample, I hope you enjoy them. These poems are dedicated to a friend of mine, Kitty, and my ex-wife, Roxanne, who both endured me during this time. I must have been pretty unbearable at times.
Dear Friend
I know at times I'm a bore,
And your not sure how to take me,
When exciting as the floor,
And quiet you want to make me.
But,
all in all,
For better or worse,
I've got the gall,
To put this in verse.
I touch and I hold,
Those whom I love,
My soul is not cold,
All I need is a shove.
My Life's been up,
My Life's been down,
To not drink of this cup,
Would cause me to frown.
What do you say,
About what you feel,
At the end of the day,
When life's been so real?
To bring a smile,
And cover a frown,
I'd walk a mile,
And be a clown.
Though often I'm crude,
And sometimes surreal,
I don't wish to be rude,
Just live life for real.
For all the times,
You've been there to weather,
I'm writing these lines,
To thank you,
Forever.
S. Coslett (1992)
* * *
I WANT TO KNOW
I want to know what things are,
Whether they are near of far.
I want to know how life turns,
Maybe then,
We'll start to learn.
Would we see what we lack,
If our clock we could turn back.
Would we sting those so dear,
If our own words we could hear.
Then perhaps we could see,
How we could really be.
I want to know why,
we cannot touch the sky.
I want to know the man,
Who thinks that he can.
If we could touch the sky,
Then why do we fly?
If the birds can sing,
And soar on their wings,
Then why can't I cry,
When my heart starts to fly?
I want to know the poet,
And how he comes to know it.
I want to know the child,
And why we lose the wild.
If we could touch the girl,
Who sets boys lives to whirl.
If we could feel the heart,
That sets us all apart.
Then why not touch the woman,
That keeps us sane and human?
I want to know the soul,
Why some are warm and some cold.
I want to know of love,
And how to fit it like a glove.
If we could see the heart,
Would we break it apart?
If we could touch the soul,
Would it be warm ... or cold?
Then what I really want my friend,
I want to know where reality comes in.
S. Coslett (1992)
Blue :cool:
From time to time we humans feel a burning need to express ourselves. We all have different ways some talk, some sing, and some do both. A few years ago while an undergraduate student I wrote a play, it was an expression of life about a man dealing with the loss of a son and about the other son dealing with his father's favoritism of the lost son. While I was writing the play I found it comforting to express myself with some simple lines of verse. Here is a sample, I hope you enjoy them. These poems are dedicated to a friend of mine, Kitty, and my ex-wife, Roxanne, who both endured me during this time. I must have been pretty unbearable at times.
Dear Friend
I know at times I'm a bore,
And your not sure how to take me,
When exciting as the floor,
And quiet you want to make me.
But,
all in all,
For better or worse,
I've got the gall,
To put this in verse.
I touch and I hold,
Those whom I love,
My soul is not cold,
All I need is a shove.
My Life's been up,
My Life's been down,
To not drink of this cup,
Would cause me to frown.
What do you say,
About what you feel,
At the end of the day,
When life's been so real?
To bring a smile,
And cover a frown,
I'd walk a mile,
And be a clown.
Though often I'm crude,
And sometimes surreal,
I don't wish to be rude,
Just live life for real.
For all the times,
You've been there to weather,
I'm writing these lines,
To thank you,
Forever.
S. Coslett (1992)
* * *
I WANT TO KNOW
I want to know what things are,
Whether they are near of far.
I want to know how life turns,
Maybe then,
We'll start to learn.
Would we see what we lack,
If our clock we could turn back.
Would we sting those so dear,
If our own words we could hear.
Then perhaps we could see,
How we could really be.
I want to know why,
we cannot touch the sky.
I want to know the man,
Who thinks that he can.
If we could touch the sky,
Then why do we fly?
If the birds can sing,
And soar on their wings,
Then why can't I cry,
When my heart starts to fly?
I want to know the poet,
And how he comes to know it.
I want to know the child,
And why we lose the wild.
If we could touch the girl,
Who sets boys lives to whirl.
If we could feel the heart,
That sets us all apart.
Then why not touch the woman,
That keeps us sane and human?
I want to know the soul,
Why some are warm and some cold.
I want to know of love,
And how to fit it like a glove.
If we could see the heart,
Would we break it apart?
If we could touch the soul,
Would it be warm ... or cold?
Then what I really want my friend,
I want to know where reality comes in.
S. Coslett (1992)