Poetry & Personal

Poetry & Personal


September 4th, 2017

This poem depicts my feelings upon learning that a very good friend of mine’s father was molesting my friend’s sister (his daughter) for years.

Through tears I try to write about an atrocity of enormous proportions.
My whole world was changed; my boundaries of reality were torn apart.
With shock and indignant anger my soul must accept the reality as is: 
My best friend’s father is the antithesis of goodness deep in his heart.

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“Bittersweet Memories”

bittersweet memories August 27th, 2017

“Bittersweet Memories” is a poem about emotional struggle and deprivation, and ends with the stanza:

This is not the end of the story of my life;
Oh no! My unyielding determination buoys me.
A tireless struggle to become all that I can –
The sapling that is my heart will become a tree.

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August 24th, 2017

The qualities and aspirations and virtues of wise and developed individuals are rarities, indeed. Here is a glimpse:

Sharp like the metaphoric steel blade
Possessing uncommon passion and zeal
Power to act on behalf of right
Courage to feel what’s authentic and real.

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“Fondly Remembering a Childhood Friend”

friend August 22nd, 2017

The following stanza illustrates the feel of this paen to “Good friends we have/ And good friends we’ve lost/ Along the way,” as Bob Marley phrased it:

When I think about who in this world I can trust,
And I am consumed by sadness and fears,
As my heart’s light flickers, a flame is evident:  
Dustin was a friend to me for so many years.

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“The Ideals of Amnesty International”

the ideals of amnesty international August 20th, 2017

Did you know that sex slavery is off-the-charts in severity nowadays? There are more slaves on the planet now than there were at the start of the Civil War. It is an outrage. Here is a poem that is in support of the ideals of Amnesty International, a great human rights organization:

We sit in our armchairs here in the greatest country on Earth,
Yet others in less “civilized” countries are caged and executed,
Some have their cards laid on the table the day of their birth;
Their powerful abusers remain free and are never prosecuted.

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Reflecting on Long-Lost Loved Ones

August 4th, 2017

The great mind Francis Bacon suggested we “Begin doing what you want to do now. We are not living in eternity. We have only this moment, sparkling like a star in our hand – and melting like a snowflake….”

It is great advice. Particularly telling when I saw a documentary about Robin Williams’ life, the part in the fantastic movie Dead Poet’s Society when he was having his boys look at those old black and white photos of prior students, now long-dead. He taught them about carpe diem, and encouraged them to “seize the day, boys! Make your life extraordinary!”

This blog will show some pictures and some quotes about fulfillment and meaning, regret and sadness, love and loss, seizing the day and remembering the past. I am thinking about my friend J.J., who was lost to alcohol, and my grandma Esther, with whom I was pretty close, and my dad’s friend Gil Haimson, who was like an uncle to me until I lost him in 2017, and my precious boy Atlas, whom my wife and I loved very much and nicknamed “Dinky”. You can see why 🙂

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“Ignorance Lies Behind Her Eyes”

eyes July 11th, 2017

My single years were not a bowl of cherries. Here is an example:

Despite her refusal to look in my eyes,
I approached her smiling nevertheless.
It started well, began quite optimistically.
But my face was slapped, I must confess.

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“Revenge is a Dish Best Served Cold”

revenge July 8th, 2017

Here is a snippet from this poem, inspired by the movie Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri:

A proof insoluble;
A reckoning of an account for goods long-sold;
A primal impulse;
Revenge is a dish best served cold.

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“Time I Wrote a New Book”

time I wrote a new book July 5th, 2017

This poem, “Time I Wrote a New Book,” is a lamentation of the marked social anxiety, personal insecurity, and self-doubt that plagued me when I was in my 20s. Here is a snippet:

At times I am caged, as the man institutionalized;
It feels like what has been described to me as apathy;
There is a tightness, like Gore’s “yearning to be free”
It is as though some insecurity has a firm grip on me.

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“The Future is Now”

Jason Merchey poetry July 3rd, 2017

A paen about positive values and the challenges of modern life. Here is a stanza:

The information age is surging ever-forward.
Synthesized interaction, digitally-enhanced,
Virtual reality, simulated ecstasy, imagination.
As though we’re collectively in a trance.

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