Sunday, December 5, 2010

Does It Matter



Gloomy
Does It Matter

Calling out
to the sky
no answer
to be had
in return
Just the quiet
as an answer

was it enough
what was done
did it matter
does it
ever
matter

holding back
the oceans
of lost
opportunity
fix
patch
repair
to no avail

rip tides pull
one out to sea
fight the current
swept away
no one knows
a finger
in the water
leaves no mark

was it really
a wonderful life
mr stewart
no wings
no angels
no echo
in the night

fragile
vulnerable
unable
to shake
the doubts
of worth

doubts that
set in
tend to
linger

Raymond J Denzel

Saturday, November 6, 2010

Private Dancer

This poem is dedicated to Christine Macdonald whose life story inspired these words!

Poetic repeat

together with friends
sometimes alone
he visits the building
holds promises
visions of beauty
his all alone

pay at the door
cover they say
begrudgingly one does
boom of the bass
quickens his pulse
familiar song
favorite tune
sets the mood
unsaid by burly
look don't touch

wanders in
darkened room
lights from stage
focal point
eyes adjust
drink is brought
table sought
eyes search
for the one

makes him feel good
warm inside
at what cost
everything
he has
always the same
game is on
pretend she cares
all is revealed
all that she has
enticing enchanting
moth to a flame
drawn he is
morning after
alone again
head pounding
wallet empty
vows never ever
will be back

started young
legal she was
pushing drinks
wondering would
she could she
money an issue
week to week
pick the path
devil in details
if only for awhile
keep it business
not personal

made her debut
a night
to remember
soon to forget
three song set
tips would come
tried to act
done before
screw up courage
dance like others
finished with money
good job honey
cruise the tables
mine them for more
lap or table
make them pay

too many married
made her wonder
another transaction
business deal
a guy comes in
asking for her
laughter dance
money exchanges hands
she is gone
looking
for someone else

how long
can this go on
just to get ahead
always tired
energy needed
do a line
forbidden fruit
not so young
time passes by

change ones life
what to do
income different
can't survive
time to move on
younger ones
alway at the door
ones self critical
still pretty maybe
always tired
long for more

no white knight
none to rescue
not looking
personal choice
whats it gonna be
tina said it right
dance while looking
at the wall

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Wedding Vows

       A repeat from R Jacob Post



I was recently was asked by a woman at work to write her wedding vows.

I was stunned, hiding my surprise, I said yes.

I thought about it for four days or so. Writing it took about 45 minutes.
I handed it to her at work.
When she read it, she started to cry, blurted out "perfect" and kept crying.
This was all because I took a chance and brought some of poetry to work for some of the ladies
to read.

Let Them Read was my post I guess that started the ball rolling.

I was there for the wedding, feeling like a playwright waiting to 
hear the words I had written.

For better or worse (pun intended) here is what I came up with.

My first, my last, my everything
Words torn from a song
What can one say
When someone touches your heart and your very soul
My words are framed in ways
To show our shared emotions
Our lives are different from this moment on
Caring for one another
Our ups and downs
For better or worse
My soul mate
We are kindred spirits
Our movements locked in step
It is meant to be forever
Our hands reaching out for the other
To be there for me
And I for you
I will give you my all
To be loved once again
My gift to you and yours to me
Everything I have to make you happy
Affairs of the heart can not be wished for
Birds must sing in the same key
Bees making honey never sweeter
Sunrises seem to be perfect
Sunsets bring hope for more to come
Walks by the ocean
Two sets of prints Leaving their mark
Our thoughts to be shared
Words not be spoken
I never gave up hope that sometime
Somewhere, you would enter my life
And share our lives together

Friday, August 27, 2010

No Hope

why oh why
what have I done
to be in a place
where there
is no hope

no food
no drink
all alone
so young

no future
no past
can't understand
forsaken

gift to mankind
possibilities
unlimited
doctor
scientist

cruelty of mankind
starvation
dying of thirst

cruelty of nature
cruelty of man

food and water
everywhere
not here
never enough
hunger constant
thirst constant
suffering constant
future is dim

I am forsaken
what have I done
death is near
end the suffering

Poem by R. Jacob Post Poetic Muses

This photograph showing a starving Sudanese child being stalked by a vulture won Kevin Carter the 1994 Pulitzer Prize for feature photography.



Photographer Haunted by Horror of His Work

Obituary: Kevin Carter 1960 - 1994
Johannesburg - Kevin Carter, the South African photographer whose image of a starving Sudanese toddler stalked by a vulture won him a Pulitzer Prize this year, was found dead on Wednesday night, apparently a suicide, police said yesterday.  He was 33.  The police said Mr Carter's body and several letters to friends and family were discovered in his pick-up truck, parked in a Johannesburg suburb.  An inquest showed that he had died of carbon monoxide poisoning.
Mr Carter started as a sports photographer in 1983 but soon moved to the front lines of South African political strife, recording images of repression, anti-apartheid protest and fratricidal violence.  A few davs after winning his Pulitzer Prize in April, Mr Carter was nearby when one of his closest friends and professional companions, Ken Oosterbroek, was shot dead photographing a gun battle in Tokoza township.
Friends said Mr Carter was a man of tumultuous emotions which brought passion to his work but also drove him to extremes of elation and depression.  Last year, saying he needed a break from South Africa's turmoil, he paid his own way to the southern Sudan to photograph a civil war and famine that he felt the world was overlooking.
His picture of an emaciated girl collapsing on the way to a feeding centre, as a plump vulture lurked in the background, was published first in The New York Times and The Mail & Guardian, a Johannesburg weekly.  The reaction to the picture was so strong that The New York Times published an unusual editor's note on the fate of the girl.  Mr Carter said she resumed her trek to the feeding centre.  He chased away the vulture.
Afterwards, he told an interviewer, he sat under a tree for a long time, "smoking cigarettes and crying".  His father, Mr Jimmy Carter laid last night: "Kevin always carried around the horror of the work he did." - The New York Times
Source: Sydney Morning Herald Saturday 30 July 1994

Sunday, July 25, 2010

Empty Dreams

falling asleep
realizing
for once
in a long time

no one
to dream
about

no taking
myself
to my happy
place

there is
no happy
place
anymore

Ghost Ship

like the
Flying Dutchman
cast about
the oceans
tortured souls
unable to land
come to port
complete the journey

unrequited
unable to complete
the circle
the journey
to be as one
not to be
as two

thoughts and
emotions
crash the seas
the mantra repeats
can not have
what is not
attainable

what if it is true
the highest mountains
the deepest seas
stand between you
it is not worth the effort
it can not be
no sacrifice too great
but to no avail

Don Quixote
jousted at windmills
laughed at
delusional
he didn't win

like a lovesick boy
in school
heart set
on the prettiest girl
not to be

why do men
do what they do
brain doesn't
get in the way
logic spock
too human
heart gets in the way

doesn't need to
make sense
she reads
thoughts undone
space and time
allows one to
reach out
or brush away

there will be
another
or two or three
sameness
closeness
not to
be there

bruised
and
bewildered
should have
known better
why did I try
doddering old fool

taken as I am
true to thy self
accept or reject
chips
fall as they may
owed nothing
by other
emotional
outburst
a cleansing
not complete

bury into the
ground
this too shall pass
just a man

to survive
the saying

just friends
not lovers
my ghost ship
journeys on

Sunday, July 18, 2010

Daytime Hands Off To Night

looking over water
from backyard

birds come down
once last chance
for the day
feast or famine
unaware fish
swim by
a meal or home
to early
to call

a cool breeze
starts to find
its way
to end
a another
heat full day

the sun
ends it free fall
off in distance
water swirling
ripples trace
the surface
from whence it came

smooth jazz
tickles the ears
Franks and Krall
magical question
popsicle toes
are always froze

how many licks
to make you
happy
the world
may never know

one can guess

one more
might do it

Monday, July 12, 2010

Too Much To Ask?


to awaken
each morning
to the sounds
touch
caress
of one who cares

giving wide berth
barely a glance
tolerated
just
a brick
in the wall
a finger in the water
once removed
nothing remains

once was
hope and dreams
drudgery abounds
thoughts for
the future
cloudy and grey

no light at the end
of this
tunnel

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Do You Feel My Pain?

Reprinted
From
R Jacob Post
June 8th, 2010

injury started it
but long time
coming

body run down
over time
waiting
for a chance

the knee
one part of many
crying out
no where to hide
in the world

ache pain
sleep unable
toss
turn
fatigue causes sleep
not for long

body positioned
in bed
like chalk
outline
seeking relief

drug help
one that works
two months
like a lifetime

how does one
handle it all
chronic
life sapping
overwhelming

understand
now
gets to the point
end it all

why they do it
why they call
Dr. Kervorkian
line one

Monday, May 3, 2010

Oil and Water


starts with a fire
explosion in air
people die
can't be found

rig collapse
into the deep
a mile or more

bubbling crude
rising to surface
slow death
fish birds jobs

shut off none
months to recover
food gone
save what we can

earth be damned
all about
the money
drill
baby
drill

sounds hollow
now
doesn't it

oil

and

water

don't

mix

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Karma?




sometimes
you think
or plan
effort is there
outside forces
cause a rift

future to be changed
redouble doings
this time
around
the planets
will
be
aligned
over time

Monday, March 22, 2010

You've Got Mail!





someone special
stops on by
time to share
thoughts of
the day

a quickening
of the pulse
good news
or bad
how are you today
a smile forms
someone cares

learn much
of one
or another
ups and downs
family life
been there
done that
me too

pain shared
joy too
work concerns
financial too
tired sleepy
sleep well
enjoy your day

very special
one day

we will meet

Monday, March 8, 2010

A Compliment


you write and
you wonder
did it make
sense
the feelings
and emotions that
were felt
at the time

words rush out
some funny
some sad
tell a story
in my own
little way

if it puts you
in the moment
another time
another place
in the shoes
of another

and you like
it too
my reward

my work
is done

Saturday, March 6, 2010

The Hardest Lesson Learned



Friday, July 24, 2009


affairs of the heart
can not be wished
once upon a star

the planets must
align in
the right order

birds must sing
in the same key

bees making honey
never sweeter

sunrise most perfect
sunset brings hope
for more to come

walks by the ocean
two sets of prints
leaving their mark

thoughts to be shared
but never thought

searching the corners
universal emotion
sense of loss
sense of gain

joust at windmills
never give up
somewhere
sometime
someone
not imagined
will come calling

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Thursday, March 4, 2010

I am the Tin Man!



one should know
it will happen
one day
age creeping up
wear and tear
occupation contributes

wake from sleep
thought only
of pain
knee cries out
can't move
knifing shooting
left one aches

slowly move
careful
subsides for now
walking at work
right one starts
to click
heard by none

shrug it off
only thought
man's way
ignore it will
go away

suddenly
realized
my new world order
where is Dorothy
I need her now
oil can
oil can
squirt here
squirt there
squeak squeak
ahhh
feeling better
all better

wake up ToTo
no oil can
no relief
surprise
not in kansas
anymore


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Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Pinball Man


sometimes daily events
make you feel
like a pinball
not a wizard
shooting for
a score
coming up empty
glancing blow
job
friends
social or not
money woes
life seems
empty

surreal
perception is truth
left hanging
alone
can't run up
the score
bells ringing
lights flashing

no offer of
free games
or do over
happiness
tenuous at best
beware
the wolves
howling in the night

the ball falls
past the outreached
flipper
flailing away
in vain
down the center
lost forever

life says
we owe you
an extra ball
try
we won't be
Lucy
yank the ball
away

again

but you find
you are
on your
own
once more

game over

Thursday, January 28, 2010

When the Earth Moved



a day like
any other
preparing evening
meal for all
change quickly
happened
first rattle
sense uneasiness
feeling spread
quickly
sense of doom

unable to stand
walls shaking
flying through air
goods from walls
run they screamed
outside now
knocked to ground
crawling to door
who made it out
not me

walls collapsed
ceiling soon followed
cascade
tumbling
falling
weight of the world
no feeling in legs
unable to breathe
crushed below
gasping last breath
how quickly it ends
no goodbyes
no hug
no kiss
no last words
no time to say
love you

walking down hallway
fancy place in town
best place to stay
columns in place
sandy soil
short cuts taken
building heaves
earth shakes
snap crackle
foundation buckle
like a pancake
floor on top
of floor
collapse as one
no time to scream
gone

stagger into street
people crying
babies wander
blood washes roads
running running
after shock
again again
no end
why why
help me
all cry as one

policeman
fireman
doctor
no more
water gone
food gone
bodies waste
help us
no one cares
world unites
rally to help
docks gone
airport gone
roads gone
help on way

looking searching
pull back rubble
dog sniffs
cry is heard
baby brought out
cheer goes up
one is saved

pits are dug
deep and wide
bodies stacked
thousands now
pushed in covered
buried unknown

recovery begins
once again
slow and painful
how do you
take away
everything
from people
who have
nothing

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Thursday, January 14, 2010

Private Dancer



This poem is dedicated to Christine Macdonald whose life story inspired theses words.

together with friends
sometimes alone
he visits the building
holds promises
visions of beauty
his all alone

pay at the door
cover they say
begrudgingly one does
boom of the bass
quickens his pulse
familiar song
favorite tune
sets the mood
unsaid by burly
look don't touch

wanders in
darkened room
lights from stage
focal point
eyes adjust
drink is brought
table sought
eyes search
for the one

makes him feel good
warm inside
at what cost
everything
he has
always the same
game is on
pretend she cares
all is revealed
all that she has
enticing enchanting
moth to a flame
drawn he is
morning after
alone again
head pounding
wallet empty
vows never ever
will be back

started young
legal she was
pushing drinks
wondering would
she could she
money an issue
week to week
pick the path
devil in details
if only for awhile
keep it business
not personal

made her debut
a night
to remember
soon to forget
three song set
tips would come
tried to act
done before
screw up courage
dance like others
finished with money
good job honey
cruise the tables
mine them for more
lap or table
make them pay

too many married
made her wonder
another transaction
business deal
a guy comes in
asking for her
laughter dance
money exchanges hands
she is gone
looking
for someone else

how long
can this go on
just to get ahead
always tired
energy needed
do a line
forbidden fruit
not so young
time passes by

change ones life
what to do
income different
can't survive
time to move on
younger ones
alway at the door
ones self critical
still pretty maybe
always tired
long for more

no white knight
none to rescue
not looking
personal choice
whats it gonna be
tina said it right
dance while looking
at the wall

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Desperate Times


SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 1, 2009


reading local newspaper
things are getting
bad to worse
marti forman she wrote
"beaten down people

hot tired lost
hopeless poor
unemployed sick
elderly confused
tired keep coming
food bank
overwhelmed scared
very scared"

recovery from
economic ills
slow to come
good times
for many
gone forever

houses gone
cars gone
work gone
loved ones
gone

hope

gone

TV people
read reports
economy recovering
companies post profits
how they wonder
cut costs
cut jobs
cut people
sense of purpose
lost

someone somewhere
needs help
don't look away
ask
how can I
help you today

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Cold and Alone


seen unseen
know they exist
forgotten ignored
huddled as one
dampness soaking
into the bones
chilling the soul
what needed more
warmth or food

hide in shadows
break from the wind
cars drive bye
people walk by
avert ones gaze
not be seen
constant growl
stomach empty

constant shiver
shuffle of feet
blowing of wind
temperature drops
looking for shelter
anywhere will do
pretend to fit in
be a shopper
read a book
please don't look
ask me to leave

hunger cold
constant feeling
will not pass
only purpose
to survive
another day

and wonder
why

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