Category Archives: Published Poetry

Jan31

Isn’t It Amazing? “Wandering Souls”

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The moon in a hand of stardust.
My own photo … rdd

Isn’t It Amazing?

How a wandering soul
Attracts the stardust,
Allowing a conscious to be!
No soul left behind,
Soul and conscious combine,
… For a time …
And part again to be free?

Ronald D. Drobeck

(another verse to be!)

(It’s so obvious, why am I still trying to untangle life?

It’s not that complicated! rdd

(this is newly published 5 minutes ago)

I wrote the first couple of lines last summer!)

Nov14

Mosquito

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Sitting upon my throne
Doing a morning chore
When I looked up from my Digest
To see her hiding 
Behind the bathroom door.

Filled with my blood 
She stood
Blinded by the light
I grabbed a wad
Too neatly
Folded it just right!

I had just been thinking 
How nice it was 
The cold outside
Would finally do them in
And wouldn’t you know
Just as I thought that
I found one, within!

So I leaned forward
One crouching step 
Side shuffling my pants across the floor
And squashed that
Flying sucker
That will suck my blood 
No more!

Ronald Douglas Drobeck 9:45 am
11/13/18 ….. came out ten minutes ago.

May30

Tomorrow, tomorrow (poetry the day after Memorial Day)

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Good Morning
Tuesday the day after Memorial Day.
Today yet, I still celebrate their victories and mourn their loss. Thank you brave people.
Today, Tuesday 5/2918, I will still fight to save our nation.
I only have words now.
Oh ya! I have my vote, and I have my dollar that I can spend wisely.
Well, I guess I still have my ears to listen to reason, and my mind to practice common sense.
My heart still beats to be used on things of the heart.
Ha!
I guess those that gave up their lives …………..
are still counting on me today, tomorrow, tomorrow.
rdd

Dec28

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.

We already have one of me.

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)

 

Jan15

‘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

Sep12

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.
gottagosee has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work.

Sep12

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)