I See The Light

The light.
Calling.
Calling to me the Light
I can see it
It appears and then vanishes
Like a signal

What is the signal?
Come to me
Show me the light
Yes, I can see it
What?
Come back to the light.

There it is.
Flash. Again. Flash
Rotating.
Showing.
Signaling.
Looking for my sign

The break.
The light
One final time
Disappears
In time
To see light again.

Earth (4 Elements Poem)

Earth

Boulders come crashing

Down the mountain plateau

I race as fast as I can

Escaping their mighty wrath

Ahead, dirt and pebbles

Try to slip my path

My feet hit them both

And I almost collide with destiny

There’s a forest up ahead

Where I can find cover

But those boulders

Won’t give me my hopes

They tumble fast and hard

Intending to destroy me

The trees and forests

Are helpless to find me

My death is near

My feet keep running

The boulders are much faster

They don’t stop

My foot is pulled out

From underneath me

I go under the boulders

And get crushed by tremendous weight

I take one last breath

And see on top of me

A gigantic ore

Crushing my dreams.

Snakes on a Road

Darkness.

I drove that night.

Out of the desert, back to civilization.

I didn't see it right away, but there it was.

Dead rattlesnake.

Right there, in front of me.

I didn't swerve out of the way.

I stopped to take a look at it.

No rattle. It felt camouflaged.

But nothing breathing.

Nothing moving.

Like a burned out candle.

The night burned on the road.

There the rattlesnake in the middle.

Yellow lines crossing underneath it.

And then it was my choice.

I got out and watched myself.

Slowly and surely, I went to the snake.

Examine it, see if it's dead.

I was sure I was going to be too.

I touched it gently with my sleeve.

Nothing happened.

Then as quick as a bird, kicked the snake.

And went on my way.

A Mom in England

I didn't listen to my mom a lot on a trip across the pond. She always wanted to see everything, to hear everything, and to find everything. It was as if she had never gone before. She wanted the full experience, almost too much of it. She wanted the Thames, the London Bridge, Kensington. I was living with a live information guide for a full seven days.

The Day I First Skied

The wind was cold, the sky so gray

Impact of snow covered me around

Looking down the hill

All white and invisible

I saw my dad take off

Zipping down at lightning speed

I hesitated to go after

Fear was driven inside me.

I took off at last, scared for my life

My skis felt heavy, wet against slush snow

I almost fell, my body twisted around

Then I gathered myself and bent it forward

The wind came too fast, and the snow was almost ice

Other skiers flew past, quick and powerful

I almost tried to keep up, but the fear was there

I didn't want to speed and I didn't want a fall

My legs felt wobbly, queazy all around

I bit my teeth hard, pushing my body forward

The skis began to settle, glide along the white

Then I felt myself up against the fighting wind

I skid to a stop for a moment, to look for my dad

I could see him in a distance, behind a wind pillar of snow

I saw him slow down for a bit, to see if I was coming

And called out to me, and I only told him to go.

He took off, I coming right after

The wind began to settle, the clouds more friendly

A bit of sunlight broke through, and I could see

Everything clear and spotless against the low sky

Then I saw the bottom

And there was my dad at the bottom, waiting for me

He took my arm and told me, I finished.

There was relief and the fear was gone.

We both took off our skis and went to the lodge

There, with hot coffee and a fire, I was finally done.

The After Argument

All right, poets, time to kick back with an all-new poem. I know all of you have had an argument with a parent or a friend at least once in your lifetime and I guess it wasn't that pleasant. This poem ends with no reasonable compromise to the argument, but I eventually settled things with my dad after I wrote this. So, hope you enjoy it!

The After Argument

The big argument happened not long ago
It was me and my dad, exchanging words and that
I sat there feeling guilty, he feeling enraged
And told me everything I didn't want to know

Sitting in my bed, I looked back
And realized that I knew nothing wrong
So I sat and I sat for hours and hours
Wondering where we got to that

My dad no longer entered my room
I came to him with all my problems
He shot back, his points been made
And so I sat back, feeling not amazed

That was the day I'd never forget
The day arguments tore again
I was hoping I would see my father again
But too soon it was to see it then

Packing the Office

My dad retired from his job as a manager at an investment company at the end of June. He was pretty good at his job and knew how to make the most of people's money. So I'd thought it would be a fitting tribute to write a poem about it. This one is about him packing up his office to leave permanently. Hope you enjoy!

Packing the Office

The few things I packed that day
I will never forget


My dad left with some stuff from his office
Never to have them return
His pictures of me were gone, his books of delight
All gone to his own personal domain


Every single thing he brought
Never to return
All memories and figures
Came with him all together


We packed all day
Everything came with us
And that there's that final time
To say the one word, 'Bye'


He left without word and I turned off the light
There was no return anymore