shotgunlo@hotmail.com
Franklin Pierce College
FPC Box 850 College Road
Rindge, NH 03461
United States
Hiya folks! Yup, I suppose none of you expeceted to hear the sweet
poet inside of me rather than the dark poet and comedian that you're
all familiar with. Well damnit, I have feelings too ya know!!!
Umm...yeah...But seriously, all of these poems were written for
people who I really cared about. Most of them hate me now.
Hmmm...Oh well. So don't believe it kids, when a woman says she
likes getting poems and such, don't believe because its not true,
shes probably already cheating on ya behind your back. At least,
thats been my experience. Call me a hopeless romantic, I suppose, or
better yet, a hopeful romantic as I still haven't stopped looking and
haven't started finding. Maybe I was meant to be gay? But then why
are women so attractive and men not? But then again, why do men make
so much more sense than women? I assume its like how many licks it
takes to get to the tootsie roll center of a tootsie pop, the world
may never know. This first selection was written about a year ago or
more. I'd like to think I'd matured a little since then so please
forgive the shallow attempts and symbolism and allusion. Then again,
if I wasn't proud of it, it wouldn't be here. Don't forget that I
don't have a guestbook other than my email account so please write me
and let me know what you think.
"Nevermind the man with low self-esteem behind the curtain!"
-The Wizard of AUGH!
For Mine Goddess was originally titled To Joanna. Joanna was a beautiful girl with long brown hair and eyes so green they put the grass to shame. She was tall and slender with the fairest of skin. As a poem I think this is somewhat lacking in style and content. However, the emotion I feel when I read this almost totally blinds me to what a bad poem this actually is. It is a very accurate description of our relationship though. We were two parallel lines destined never to meet until infinity comes. She never thought I was a stalker, which I wasn't, but I always seemed to unnerve her (as I do most people). In any case, on with the show: -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_ Unto you my darling I do beseech thee. For the Words I must proclaim Do no Justice Of my desire for you. Your pedastel is Without compare, For much higher than myself Do I place Thee O fairest Goddess! For but Thine glance Is more luscious to me Then any Kiss given By Helen or Dierdre. Yet for every ounce of Pain That ever you may feel Wounds me greater than The Poisoned Spear of Pisear Coursing through every Fibre of my very being! I know, mein Liebling, That we are kindred spirits Both sprung from that very Irresistable Box of Pandora's folly. Whereas I am the wretched person Culminated from each and every Abomination from that trove, You, O Mine Goddess, You Are the One and glorious Hope. I do well realize, O Lady, That to obtain But a tiny fraction Of Thine Attentions For myself would be An abrosia more satisfying Than the Olympians could ever Have cross their lips and tongues. Any attempt for more Than that One and tiny Drop, My Dear, Would be a perversion Of Your Divinity. Which is why, my Lady I may love Thee But only from afar.
OK, this is a poem I wrote on Valentines Day for my friend Mia. By this point in my life I had screwed up my chances with her in a serious relationship, but we remained good friends. Mia is a beautiful woman from the island of St. Thomas in the Carribean. She has a great Jamerican accent too. I wrote this for her because she is the one who taught me how to dance. I'm still really bad (slow learner), but I don't fear dancing anymore thanks to her, only feel a mild dread. -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_ Here I sit across the room Watching on as you dance. Just like a phantom, You float on the floor. Your body hypnotically moving As a cobra ready to strike. Perhaps it is this maneuver, This and nothing more, Yet I cannot help but feel That there is substance to this- This ghost, Dancing, Just across the room.