To me, finding a good poem is like looking at art – I can’t exactly describe what I like, but I know it when I see it.
I like upbeat or humorous poems that make me feel good about life. When I do find one like that, I like to share it with whoever will listen. The poem "Sometimes" is one of those poems. To me, it has a message of real hope.
In my own poetry writing, I favor the simple and the humorous. I draw a lot on personal experiences for my poems. They bring back memories that I want to remember.
Enjoy the ride.
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| Sometimes |
| Author unknown |
Sometimes things don’t go, after all,
from bad to worse. Some years, muscadel
faces down frost, green thrives, the crops don’t fail.
Sometimes a man aims high, and all goes well.
A people sometimes will step back from war,
elect an honest man, decide they care
enough, that they can’t leave some stranger poor.
Some men become what they were born for.
Sometimes, our best efforts do not go
amiss, sometimes we do as we meant to.
The sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow
That seemed hard frozen: may it happen to you. |
| Note on the Laundromat Bulletin Board |
| Richard Brautigan |
Man with soap
desires to meet woman with bleach. |
| The Road Not Taken |
| Robert Frost |
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I –
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference. |
| A Gentle Reunion |
| Paul Young |
I remember you so well
full of experiences at 14.
You were making love,
while I was still reading the Boy Scout manual.
You were the girl
In all the stories they told
In the boys’ bathroom.
But I was too shy to come forward to tell you
I’d settle for just holding your hand,
Or a little kiss on the lips.
What’s happened to you since we last saw each other?
Have you changed much?
And why is it that at this high school reunion,
You remember me, who never touched you,
So much more
Than all the others who did? |
| The Proper Remedy |
| Paul Young |
The bus was hot as hell today
And the people were all sweaty.
People were smoking,
And the air conditioning was broken.
So, when I got to my stop
I did the only thing that I could do;
I got off, and I kicked the bus. |
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