So, I have managed to add the picture to a post. Woo hoo….I wanted it separate. Cannot figure out how to do that.
Posts Tagged ‘Writing’
Frustrated
Posted in Poems, Poetry, Uncategorized, Writers, Writing, tagged Poems, poetry, poets, Writers, Writing on June 4, 2011| Leave a Comment »
Tee Tyson Reads Poetry
Posted in Emotions, Fantasy, Love, Poems, Poetry, Writers, Writing, tagged Love, poetry, poets, Writers, Writing on April 23, 2011| Leave a Comment »
Tee Tyson does a fantastic job reading my poetry. And, at the very end she does a surprise reading of one her teenage poems that I think is incredible. She doesn’t really know the strength of her talent. Her poem is striking and her reading of both hers and mine is majestic and done far better than I could have done. Thanks Tee!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nd-qQIBNetU&feature=share
Enjoy.
Gordon.
Wednesday Morning 4/6/11
Posted in Fantasy, Love, Poems, Poetry, tagged Fantasy, Poems, poetry, Writing on April 6, 2011| Leave a Comment »
Midweek and cold outside. Am writing a new poem which I hope I can edit and post today on here and also on my other blogs. I think my readers will like it. It is a love poem about fields, flowers, children, and summer. Lots of wind and rain yesterday, will be dry and clear today. So, until I can finish editing CLOWNS I will wave and go my way, but you can definitely stay and read and comment should you feel that way. Best to you all this fine morning. I am The Poet in the Rain. Gordon Kuhn
UNABLE, COLLAPSING
Posted in Fantasy, Love, Poems, Poetry, Writers, tagged Poems, poetry, poets, Writers, Writing on February 20, 2011| 1 Comment »
UNABLE, COLLAPSING
2/20/2011
Copyright 2011 Gordon Kuhn
I’m collapsing in pain
swept away with the shame
that I cannot capture and hold
the words and phrases so wondrous and bold
which assault, no, no in tenderness touch
yet unaware they are how deep the knife is plunged
with every line that slips past, every beat, every sound
that sweeps me up and tears me apart
leaves me in a crumbled heap
my pen is useless
I cannot keep up
how sad it is to see them fade
from the field from the glade
of flowered birth
oh, God, how I am swept away in pain
adrift, alone, tired, and in shame.
LUCKY SOME
Posted in Depression, Emotions, Fantasy, Suicide, Writers, Writing, tagged Depression, Emotions, Fantasy, Fear, Poems, poetry, Writers, Writing on February 20, 2011| Leave a Comment »
LUCKY SOME
12/19/11
Copyright 2011 Gordon Kuhn
The lights go slowly out
as neighbors turn to rest
if rest could truly come
it matters not who might be suited best
for in shadows to succumb
but only for a lucky some.
But not for me.
for I am not free
not truly free
Butterfly: I don’t even know your name.
Posted in Depression, Emotions, Poems, Poetry, Suicide, Writers, Writing, tagged Depression, Emotions, Fear, Poems, poetry, Suicide, Writers, Writing on February 8, 2011| 4 Comments »
BUTTERFLY
I DON’T EVEN KNOW YOUR NAME
2/8/11
Copy Write 2011 Gordon Kuhn
Who are you?
Where are you?
I spent the better part of the day fighting for your life
do you understand that?
Yet I don’t know you
I and others dealt with the strife
you dropped in our lives this day
and we worked to help you in life to stay
and yet we know not who or where you are
tell me,
butterfly,
are you close or are you far?
Have your wings found the burning match?
You tumbled out and left the door to your soul standing wide
your fragile wings took to the air
and left us to stare at the empty spot
where you left an opening to read your thoughts
of which in ache you confide
the transformation cocoon you left behind
and your poetry screams out in pain
and now in anger I stand and yell at you.
Damn you!
Damn you
gentle butterfly.
Christ, pills scattered across the table top.
A woman drowning reaching for the surface.
Your video of your daughters left behind
in memory of some happy time.
And mentions abuse and being left and leaving.
It all leaps across the electronic page
stumbles drunkenly across the stage
rushes headlong towards and ending I know not when and
of life and touches deeply hearts you don’t even know.
Do you not even care about the damage you’ve left in your wake?
But the final deed of selfish intent upon us you now bestow
you say
good by
and
good night
as though going out for a walk
and leave us here now with our fright for thee
as the shadows lengthen and the trace of you is growing thin
as we unite and fight and pray for you
but we don’t know your name
butterfly.
Is this to be the last bit of fame?
Is this the end of your flickering flame?
Is this where ends your last song of another’s shame
that left you battered, bruised, too weak to give out your name?
Am I to be your helpless pall bearer?
Am I and the others simple pawns in the fight against death?
Yes, and my anger grows hot at this error
you’ve placed so many of us in bewildered terror
you wish to somehow drop without any shame
yet you stand and cry out in pain
and sweep us up along with you
and I don’t——damn you——damn us
I don’t even know your name.
Is our fight, our battle is it in vain?
Can nothing stop your onward rush
to meet death with out a blush
without a hush
without a——
Oh God,
oh, butterfly
I don’t even know your name.
Tattoed Wishes
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized, Writing, tagged Poems, Writing on February 5, 2011| 1 Comment »
Tattooed Wishes
2/4/2011
Copy Write 2011 by Gordon Kuhn
INTRO NOTE:
You will understand this event
I’m sure.
While driving around looking for a parking spot,
bushes blocking the view,
slowed to make sure the way was clear
another car slid into view
and
stopped.
And so I held my spot
‘till he then slid on past
but the shock of being startled spread across and on my face
led him to believe he could rooster walk
across my bow while I waited to drive into a space
that he now walked past and blocked
and all the while I wanted to kill the son-of-of-bitch
and the feeling went from bad to worse
when another driver took the spot I’d waited for
while he continued to give the look of threat
and I just wanted to smash his fucking face.
Me, angry?
Oh no, not me.
TATTOO WISHES:
So, our cars almost collided.
You dumb bastard driving there
beneath stars and a growing dark
there, while for safety slowing,
we in the busy parking lot.
You were going West
and I was going South.
I was aimed at a parking space
and you were searching too.
We had plenty of choices
so the problem was the view
that blocked us from seeing the other
which was the mother of the trouble
and the beginning of the problem stew.
as our noses both were spotted
by the other when the allotted
space between we two grew smaller
and in irritation you then took the lead
to pass before and park your stinking car
while I sat in escalating await
and in troubled contemplation
and wondered what next to do.
Then, oh then, you hopped out from your car
and stared at me with such a haughty daring look
which was book to that which challenge said
and God I wanted to smash your fucking head
‘til you be found listless and nearly dead
but for the wife, yes, the wife saved your life
you impudent son-of-a bitch
who walked with such a swagger
across in front of me
and dagger eyes placed them upon me
as if to say, “come on, you ain’t so tough”
ah, Christ, the promised land I dearly wished I could have led
you to and dropped you off in front of Jesus
whom I sure would have understood I just had to
answer that haughty swagger look
and close both your eyes
with fisted tattooed black and blue
but for the wife, my wife, I would have had my due with you
and fist tattooed a nice black and blue.
WAKENED BY A SCREAM
Posted in Depression, Emotions, Fantasy, Poems, Writing, tagged Depression, Emotions, Fantasy, Fear, Poems, poetry, Poetry, poets, thoughts, Writing on January 15, 2011| 3 Comments »
Wakened by a Scream
1/13/2011
Gordon Kuhn
Copy Write 2011 by Gordon Kuhn
I was wakened by a sudden scream,
the sound exploded in the darkest hours
engulfed and filled the silent room
silent lit by a full and shining blood-red moon.
I was jerked out,
tumbled out,
forced from a pleasant dream,
to lay in a tormented bed,
in wide eyed surprise,
affright from toe to head,
trying my best how to surmise,
what lay next in life,
did in concealment lie.
In fear then was led.
in silent memory anguish fed,
guilt for sins unleashed to tread
upon issues long thought dead.
Not breathing,
afraid to move.
afraid to live,
afraid to die,
my mind was seething,
afraid the world was passing by,
and no mark upon it had I made,
as if in life,
I had not ever been or stayed.
And listened to my heart,
beating beneath the sheets,
and knew there was,
——no one there,
that I was all alone,
just me,
just me with the moon,
a giant blood-red moon,
silent peeking in the room
the very silent lonely room,
HOW CAME THIS FEELING
Posted in Depression, Emotions, Fantasy, Love, Poems, Writers, Writing, tagged Depression, Emotions, Fantasy, Love, Poems, poetry, Poetry, poets, thoughts, Writers, Writing on December 25, 2010| Leave a Comment »
HOW CAME THIS FEELING
12/25/2010
Copy Write © 2010 Gordon Kuhn
How came this feeling of being——alone
set apart from others who seem to easily, openly share
round about me, as I inwardly feel the cool of stone
my timing is so awkward in attempts to find a way to share
and my voice comes to me as though in an emotionless drone
while others seem to shine and with each word spoken there
match the others in easy developed vocal tone
but I feel and fear it is not the same with me
nor ever was, or ever should, or could ever be
but, even still, the feeling lasts that in someway I am——alone.
Evening Comes
Posted in Emotions, Fantasy, Love, Poems, Writers, Writing, tagged Emotions, Fantasy, Love, Poems, poetry, Poetry, poets, Writers, Writing on December 24, 2010| Leave a Comment »
Evening comes and in so doing in growing darkness compresses time just a bit and so we in good company choose to sit and reminisce and think of blessings received and drift in thoughts of loved ones who are not so near.
Poet in the Rain 