Jason's Poetry |
I wrote these poems in college
at Indiana Wesleyan University in the Spring of 1998.
Although I really disliked poetry when I started, I had
a lot more fun than I expected.
|
Oh, Smiley Face
Oh, smiley face, black lines on yellow brow,
Rejoice
in your curve-lined and tranquil world.
In constant
character, one feeling shows,
Not knowing pain
or worry, sin or work.
|
Bubbles
So iridescent, round and feather light,
All full of life, yet empty in their flight.
With
perfect form they fall to table top,
And burst for
joy to leave a liquid spot.
|
Desk
The sparkling, twinkling light upon my desk
becomes
an eerie glow when homework rests
like death inside
a coffin. Living dead
that rises, grinning, taunting
me to take
a risk and fight it. Slowly killing me.
|
Argument
Pensive eyes stare,
Glaring deep from within.
Troubled grin aware
Of love's light growing dim.
Love is lost, but can
be found again.
|
The Battle of Life
The large, yet weathered crown upon the head
Of
noble king in midst of battle fierce
So heavy lies
and weighs like something dead,
Oppressing feelings,
thoughts that often pierce
His mind. Such thoughts of
wife and countrymen
And all the pleasing things that
came his way
Through life of power, plenty, gold, and
gems.
These thoughts attack him, cursing him this
day.
With wounds of flesh and wounds of pride that drain
And
bleed and steal his will to live and fight,
The king
with broken, bloody hands of pain
Takes up his sword
and plots to end his life.
Yet something stops him from
this cursed deed.
He thinks of God and country, queen
and seed.
|
Fruit Of The Vine
As babies, they were once
The color of pale grass.
Now, ripe and plum-colored,
They cling to their kin
By spindly vine fingers.
|
Toy Gun
Colorful innards contrast its housing
To create
surrealistic anarchy and lawlessness,
Inviting the
would-be assailant
To squeeze
So slightly.
The water bullets out,
Seeking its prey.
The damage, light and fleeting,
Inflicts pleasure
on all.
|
Pasta
Plump pasta, dripping
with sauce as it finds its
way
to my willing mouth.
|
Note
A greeting extended to all of my kin,
I've come,
I'm here,
It's me who's stopped in.
A grandma to visit in the city of Bryan,
I'm sorry
we missed you,
Despite all our trying.
It's Erika, her grandma we've come here to see.
So
sorry we missed you,
My dear family.
|
Eyes
The eyes of a loved one,
deep blue. Calling.
Drawing me into their
infinite gaze. Longing.
Lost in the sea of blue,
unconditional. Falling.
|
The Flaws Of Oz
I am the great
and powerful
Oz,
all knowing,
all
seeing wizard.
I shoot balls of flame
and
shake the ground,
proclaiming my greatness
and
might.
"The great and powerful Oz has spoken!"
Emerald
City
and
Land of
Oz
pay tribute
and
see me as king.
I keep them safe from the wicked
witch, the wicked witch
and
her minions.
"Pay no attention to the man
behind the curtain!"
I nervously cry, fiery head
scowling
wickedly
upon the trembling trio and dog.
Exposed!
Now they
will
know I am a mere fraud.
Foiled! Now they
will
curse me for my bluff.
Power fading, the
wizard
dying,
yielding life to the man who
was.
Now I stand, naked and mortal,
no more fire or mystic
powers.
I am just a man, a simple
man from Kansas. I want to
go home.
|
|
|