Category Archives: Published Poetry

Grape Jam (purple poetry)

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Grape jam
I know where you am
on my shirt,
on the counter
and on my hand!

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2018 in anticipation

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I’m in no hurry to get to what is called paradise or heaven.

I find life now exciting, an adventure every day, a cause to exercise ‘will power’, creativeness and the joy of some indulgent, earned rewards.

I use plenty of memories I didn’t enjoy as an example to weight myself today, a wind to lean against, lessons to use.

And, I have a definite anger for those that cut me short. I will never let people do that to me again. Too many times!

 

…… If there was a thing that I could change as I was forming myself, it would be: (I didn’t intend to write this verse….. It just fell out that way ….. it happens!)

Promise to Myself:

To be stronger at capturing my dreams,

and surround myself with the people that are that way too.

They are not all ‘exactly’ as I.

By our nature, that would not do!

It’s the pursuit, the reaching, and the moving on.

I met a few and unconsciously migrated toward them.

Now I know why,

….. many are gone.

Wisdom takes a long time for some!

 ….. and I’m late, late, late.

….. so 2018 here I come

….. me being me,

 (arrrrr-dee-dee)

 

‘Special Bargain’ Poem

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This poem would be a bargain,
if you paid double the price.
But, it’s a first time offering so,
I thought half would be nice!

To save you even more,
I’m writing half as much as I normally would.
And if you’ve read my other writings,
You’d know why that’s twice as good!

If you’re buying this poem today,

I’ll charge for two stanzas, but give you three,
And if you buy this all the way to the end,
the truth is, this poem’s on me!

© Copyright 2011 gottagosee

Walking in the Rain Poem (#1 of 3)

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I’ve composed a Rain Walking trilogy inspired by the Good, Better, Best products in catalogues. Here is the one I classified as Good.

I freely admit, I am no poet. Dabbler yes, poet no. I appreciate those that can paint with words better than I….rdd

Walking in the Rain  (Attempt #1 of 3)

I finally found someone
To rain walk with me.
After all this time,
How great it could be!

I had run into
An old girlfriend of mine,
Who said she’d aged
Like a fine bottle of wine.

So I took her along,
And it went well for a block.
She said the rain relaxed her
And, she started to talk.

She talked about her past life,
And what troubles she had,
Her mother in jail,
And the sins of her dad.

Then the wind came up,
And she began to complain
About her runny nose,
And the wet of the rain.

Now the only vehicle
Moving in town that day,
Hit the biggest puddle,
And threw it my way!

My shorts soaking wet,
Cold to the bone,
I’d had an earful so,
I took her home.

Never, never again,
Will I take someone along!
How could something so sweet,
Have gone so wrong?

© Copyright 2011 gottagosee (UN: gottagosee at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
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Walking in the Rain Poem (#2 of 3)

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Rain Walking Poem (Attempt # 2 of 3)

So now I am older
the rain beckons me.
Does it still have that old magic?
I think, I shall see.

My new friend is a dog,
A Water Spaniel named Ralph,
But he won’t go out in the rain,
So I’ll go by myself.

I put on my galoshes,
Button up my raincoat,
Then wrap a knitted scarf,
Around my bare throat.

On my naked head,
I place a wide brimmed hat,
to run rain off my shoulders
and not down my back!

I opened the door
Went out on the stoop
Took a great nose breath in
that smells like dog poop.

Taking one more step down
while cursing my mutt
I slipped on the wet step
and fell on my butt.

Limping back into the house,
I de-dressed myself,
then sat by the heat duct
With my best friend Ralph.

Now, I have decided to
stop walking in the rain.
It just takes too long
to get warm again.

The End (Ta Da)

My Sincere ‘Walking in the Rain’ Poem Really!

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My Sincere Walking in the Rain  (#3 of 3,) Really!  The Best of the Good, Better, Best trilogy.

From leaves the rain would pour,
And rap my cap with a pop.
It sounded like bare knuckles
On an oak table top.

First one drop, then two,
Then a bunch in a row,
And an uncountable shower,
When the chill wind would blow.

Along with the rain,
The leaves came cascading down.
The red yellow leaves flutter,
Then stick to the ground.

It’s the everywhere rumble,
That shakes loose the drizzle.
It’s the rhythm of wipers,
And tires when they ssssizzle.

The message is clear
With this autumn weather,
An end of one time,
And the start of another.

I waited all summer
For the feeling it sends,
Have to admit, I’ll
Be sad when it ends.

© Copyright 2011 gottagosee (UN: gottagosee at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
gottagosee has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work.