WINTER’S LAST…

This is an early poem I wrote and sent to my son when he was studying music composition and voice at Ithaca College. This was early in his studies. He composed the music and he is the young man in the light blue sweater front and center. He also composed this voice parts for the piece. This is what he did with it! Follow the lyrics below. It is a little over five and a half minutes long. Enjoy!

WINTER’S LAST

Close your mouth and die

Your time is drawing near

Winter take your final breath

For Spring is on the clear

Forget your tawdry ways

They have no bearing true

Deny your foe if you so dare

It’s death that waits for you

Draw just one last time

Of air that deathly cools

As sun shines down upon the glade

Like Satan so Spring drools

Give all to this dreary night

As ever coming with

Tis Heaven’s choice for days of light

Goodbye ‘til next year’s pith

GOODBYE… a poem

man standing near ocean grayscale photography

Adrift on the outgoing tide

While I stood on the moonlit sands

Emotions that I couldn’t hide

Streams of tears pouring through my hands

The years we had together were kind

More than that – a fairytale come true

But when nature made up her mind

Instead of me she came and took you

So, with a vow I had promised to keep

Into the ocean your ashes swim free

As the horizon brings on the new day

A man stands alone – that’s me

JUST OUT OF REACH… a poem

Dark, Room, Office, Table, Chair, Lamp

I tore the pages

And threw them out the window.

Who would ever want to read this mess?

So many words of wisdom

Just out of reach

Evading, in fingertip duress.

Step back and take solace

All is not lost.

From time to time we all weep.

Then pick up the pace

In a fingertipped race

Putting words on the pages – then sleep!

SERENDIPITY… a silly poem

Smiley, Positive, Motivation, Laugh, Happy, Joy

Breakneck speed

The only way to go

Straight to the grave

Don’t you know

Don’t you know

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A real rabble rouser

Always stirring up the crowd

I bet his mom and dad

Wouldn’t be too proud

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Serendipitous

That’s where I want to be

Did it happen to you

That’s serendipity

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A Haiku writer

That’s how she stayed alive

The voices in her head

Always five-seven-five

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Searching for cessation

To this spot of poetry

Will it ever end

Yessir-ee, yessir-ee