Love like no other

I wrote this sometime in 92 or 93.  While it was written as a generic poem about love, the inspiration was due to my friend getting married.  I believe I wrote it while on a flight to his wedding.

Love like no other

Bestowed upon you from ages past

Love like yours will forever last

                The seasonal blooming of flowers

                The grandfather clock chiming the hours

                The violent tragic storming of natural powers

Like a feeling forever in us present

Defies comprehension, yet so pleasant

Is it for fools in their merry state?

Or just a part of our fate

                Doors made for us to open

                Roads wind in our direction

                Sleep moderates our compulsion

Or something to us indescribable

The real picture is soft and pliable

With our power to move

We can build or destroy as we choose

                A sand castle on the side of a beach

                A picture unfinished sitting on an aisle

                A book with an open ending

There is much more we can say

Yet be undone and say no more

The virgin unity of truth and folly

The day polarized with contradiction yet full of glory

                In knowledge lies folly

                In power lies demise

                In understanding lies ignorance

Bestowed upon you from ages past

Love like yours will forever last

In misty clouds at times you will look

Your sun will turn the pages of your book

At times dark, then bright

Like clouds broken by the sun light

Agony

I wrote this poem this year 2014, summer, probably August.

Agony

Hollow feels the night

While the stars shine bright

Lingering shadows on the ground

From passing puffy clouds

The gossiping breeze

Rustling the tiny leaves

The moon light

Blanketing the trees

The silhouette in the forest

Moves in the shadows

Hollow feels the night

While the stars shine bright

Poetry in motion 1

I wrote this sometime in 1995.  It is not a serious poem, just kidding around with one of my co-workers.  She did respond with a similar kidding around poem :)

Poetry in motion,

An endearing tribute to a dear friend 

Your mind has been affected by the weekend

It has changed from a book to a bookend

The complex thoughts are no longer on the table

It now appears like a blank label

On it you started writing on Monday

It will be glorious and intriguing by Friday

Saturday for you will be a new day

What will be left no one can say

The cycle will start once more

And will continue forever more

Misty Tears

This is a recent poem, from this summer probably August 2014

Misty Tears

The hot rays of the sun

  thread themselves around the surface of the rock

The scorpion underneath

  holds its breath, incognito

Vapors rising in agony

  reach for the skies

Shouting with might un-ending

  desiring an outcome void of destiny

The blue agama sits on the rock

  contemplating the night

His color a mismatch to the ground

  bold he stands out

The cool breeze

  skies void of light

Silent is the scorpion

  holding its breath

The moon rising,

  misty tears in the sky

An omen to what has been

  and what is to come

To rise again

  in a new day

Not to what has ended

  but to what has begun

He dips his fingers in the night

  Not a drop of the sun remains in sight

Bloodless veins

  flowing with dry blood

What was

  is, and to be

The scorpion takes a breath

  and then silence

Thought

I wrote this poem when I was in Feynan, Jordan, 2014, around Feb. March time frame.  This is also a re-post from my other blog - Jordan.

Thought

The remnants of thought stuck in the edges
Flood the river of consciousness
Deceiving the trails formed by well constructed logic
Forming a science void of reasoning

It has come to my mind
To write down the meaning that surrounds us
Clear like the sun, in a sky void of moisture
Beaming rays in deep darkness

But what is puzzling, is the foundation of thought
Derived in places foreign to my existence
Yet a solid part of my being
Dragging with weight unbearable

I ponder this, I think
But is the I an I or a we
Forming a thought passed down through generations
And whose thought?

Corporation

I believe I wrote this poem towards he end of 1995, but did not title it till about 2011.  This is a republish from my other blog http://jordantrip2014.blogspot.com/2014/04/the-return.html .  I am just consolidating my poetry in one place.

Corporation

The beastly head of the cobra

The unnoticeable ripple of the dry sand

The unspoken stillness of the venom death

Mars the dry crusted skin of the desert

In it life flows, unseen abundant

Furtive movements, slight, unnoticed

In it flows death, seen abundant

Skeletons dry and crusted

It is here that I dwell among them

One shady spot no different than another

It is here that sand resembles sand

No differentiation among them

The stillness of the night chills the bones

The coldness of the night crawls through the stones

The day and night show uncanny resemblance

The sparkling mirages fill the imagination

The unending mirages give hope to the naive

But in mirages I do not believe.