You have the GLOW, I saw it when I was just a little boy, some
women have it others don’t this GLOW has always fascinated
me.
The GLOW is kindness
The GLOW is heart
The GLOW is happiness
The GLOW is art
The GLOW is chance
The GLOW is wisdom
The GLOW is living
The GLOW is a start
The GLOW is harmony
The GLOW is poetry
The GLOW is freedom
The GLOW is smart
The GLOW is beautiful
The GLOW is life
The GLOW is you my love.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Memories 1
It’s sad when I think back and try to remember, I know
we were best friends, my mind tells me so, but it
plays tricks on me now.
I would like to remember, but memories have faded over
the years, a sign of growing older I guess.
I refuse that thought, It means I’m on
my way to being old, and I know that can’t be.
But life carries on, one step at a time and I do remember
being friends, but now just someone I know, an
acquaintance, with a family, kids, grand kids.
I now have memories from not so long ago which
I share with friends and family whose
memories grow old like mine,
till we come to the end.
http://www.charlesdennispoetry.netne.net
© 2009 Charles Dennis
we were best friends, my mind tells me so, but it
plays tricks on me now.
I would like to remember, but memories have faded over
the years, a sign of growing older I guess.
I refuse that thought, It means I’m on
my way to being old, and I know that can’t be.
But life carries on, one step at a time and I do remember
being friends, but now just someone I know, an
acquaintance, with a family, kids, grand kids.
I now have memories from not so long ago which
I share with friends and family whose
memories grow old like mine,
till we come to the end.
http://www.charlesdennispoetry.netne.net
© 2009 Charles Dennis
Memory
I used to know who you were, that was long ago.
Are you still that same person?
I’m not. but it’s ok, there is no need to pretend,
just because we knew each other once,
I think they were good times then.
Then was a time I only remember bits and pieces
of, I remember good things, though
I’m sure there were bad times also.
But the brain is fickle now, I’m sure it knows now
what it knew before, but now hides from conscious
thought, for reasons I do not know.
What was your name?
http://www.charlesdennispoetry.netne.net
© 2009 Charles Dennis
Are you still that same person?
I’m not. but it’s ok, there is no need to pretend,
just because we knew each other once,
I think they were good times then.
Then was a time I only remember bits and pieces
of, I remember good things, though
I’m sure there were bad times also.
But the brain is fickle now, I’m sure it knows now
what it knew before, but now hides from conscious
thought, for reasons I do not know.
What was your name?
http://www.charlesdennispoetry.netne.net
© 2009 Charles Dennis
Writers Block
As the washer clinks and clunks its way toward clean clothes.
I sit and think while listening to the rhythms of the machine
as it cleanses all. If it could only cleanse my mind of random
thoughts of nothing, that seem always to get in the way.
To clear a path to thoughts of substance, paving the way to
literary greatness, or at least a word that wiggles itself into
some mediocre write which I know shouldn’t have made it to
someone else's eyes.
I need that garbled clump of goop that feeds my appetite for
writing, as it dislodges remnants of times gone by, things that
are shaken loose from deep within my soul, while it agitates
and spins me in new and different directions.
It is what life has given me to work with, an abundance of
good and bad, new and old, fresh and stale, with a vehicle for
me to climb aboard to explore the deep recesses of my mind
and soul. It seems that vehicle stalls at times and hesitates
before it is able to start again and continue on its way.
To take me out of this non productive place I’m in, to that
crisp clean white piece of paper so my pen will flow to places
it’s never been.
http://www.charlesdennispoetry.netne.net
© 2009 Charles Dennis
I sit and think while listening to the rhythms of the machine
as it cleanses all. If it could only cleanse my mind of random
thoughts of nothing, that seem always to get in the way.
To clear a path to thoughts of substance, paving the way to
literary greatness, or at least a word that wiggles itself into
some mediocre write which I know shouldn’t have made it to
someone else's eyes.
I need that garbled clump of goop that feeds my appetite for
writing, as it dislodges remnants of times gone by, things that
are shaken loose from deep within my soul, while it agitates
and spins me in new and different directions.
It is what life has given me to work with, an abundance of
good and bad, new and old, fresh and stale, with a vehicle for
me to climb aboard to explore the deep recesses of my mind
and soul. It seems that vehicle stalls at times and hesitates
before it is able to start again and continue on its way.
To take me out of this non productive place I’m in, to that
crisp clean white piece of paper so my pen will flow to places
it’s never been.
http://www.charlesdennispoetry.netne.net
© 2009 Charles Dennis
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