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My Poems Creep (Not a children's poem)
by Glenn CurrierMy poems
creep from voices in my cells
"don't bother me kid"
"why can't you be like Jim"
cloy from the "Mom, don't cry" boy
show those "hey stupid!" peers
wither scruples--"God won't like you."
My poems
clothe the petty "that mocking bitch"-me
hush the profane "damn friggin cat" -me
hide the jealous "what a jerk"-me.
My poems
honor nature's brown-scented fall
deliver gray cat and cardinal lessons
make me one with Helen, Joe, and June
hear the song of the moon
see the flag of the free
secrete oil of possibility.
My poems
whether from the gravel of my mind
or the spring of my spirit
free the wild
see the invisible
caress the flesh
search for the sacred
divine the profane
define my soul.
01/07/2003 Posted on 01/07/2003
Copyright © 2025 Glenn Currier
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anne Engelen on 01/07/03 at 06:55 PM And so they do wonderfully! |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/08/03 at 03:23 AM Poetics, disturbing, and yet strongly inspirational in their scratching out a new place in the sun for you. Definetly worth a reread after the intial sinks in to my own psyche for a time. |
| Posted by JD Clay on 01/08/03 at 05:00 AM Very nice structure Glenn. This one is packed full of meaningful visions. I especially love the last verse. Bravo! Peace... |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 01/09/03 at 05:21 AM "From the gravel of my mind." ~(8^D)=(...Charlie |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 01/11/03 at 04:35 PM Yes, they do bring you face to face with your selves. They do get you into a conflict with your unintended selves. Its upon you to predetermine as to who would be the WINNER. They are proof of your being alive. And yes, they help you define your Soul. Nicely said, Glenn. |
| Posted by Kate Donovan on 01/31/03 at 06:06 PM i'm about to use the broad, ever so common word "beautiful" for a not so common poem, and while it doesn't feel like the right word, it's the closest i can get. |
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