hello, can i be a real poet now?

7/28/2019 Hello, Can I Be a Real Poet Now?

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Hello, Can I Be a Real Poet Now?

By: Josh Jordan


2/21

Raven

Free bird,

Where will you alight

tonight?

Where will your

black feathers fall?

I could feed you,

dear Raven,

but it

would not satisfy.

I could warm you,

dear Raven,

but it would not

stop your chill.

So fly far,

fly fast,

fly free,

dear Raven.

And once in awhile

rest

on my sill.


3/21

Raven IIMy Raven,

as beautiful as she is,

grows even more so

when she molts.

When her blackened feathers fall,

she grows glorious,

bold,

feathers.

which are jealously ripped out,

and replaced again by sooty black.

But each molting is faster,

each new coat is brighter,

and the effort necessary to steal them

grows.

One day, we will burn

the sooty feathers,

or sink them in the ocean,

we may just stuff them in a jar,

a reminder,

a testament to our past. but

What I

know

for sure

one day her coat will be

Gold.


4/21

Sick

I am sick of

waiting.

Waiting for the

day when different,

unique,

special,

Arent all synonymous

with

Freak,

weirdo,

abomination.

Waiting for the day

when bigotry

is shameful,

and repudiated

at every turn,

when cruelty

is unacceptable,

And when the 15th Amendment

is not a privilege,

but an

inalienable

right.

I am sick of

searching

For decency,

humanity,

kindness,

in people whose


5/21

first thought

each day is

the purging of non-conformity.

Because

I am called non-conformist.

I am marginalized,

overlooked.

I am cast wary,

sidelong glances.

But soon,

peace will come

or we will bring it.


6/21

Numbers

They are the

scraps of paper

clenched

to your chest

As your writhing mind

wanders to

love

Fear and

Future.

They are the ruby

slippers you click

when youre no place

like home,

And the tornado that

flew you there.

They are

Confirmed rejection

Unending Purgatory

Or

the Beginning of Bliss.

Just append an

area code.


7/21

In Your Head

The end,

I say

is no end at all.

Glassy-eyed you look up.

So an act concludes,

the cast returns!

The smile

well, how I picture it

flashes across your lips

Ever so

Brief

ly.

My pink tongue

darts out

like a snakes,

And that does it

you laugh

until

you cant breathe

and your sides hurt

and the wrinkles near your

nose

leave deep impressions.

You forget your troubles

if only for

a short while,

But

Im just your

Imaginary friend.


8/21

Letters In My Box

Friends,

new and old

gathered together in one

little nook.

a happy glowing cranny

crammed to overflowing

with old

salutations.

Ive read each

Many, many times

And thought

if only...

If only I were wittier.

If only I could

sway a heart

like my pens dancing nib.


9/21

Nothing Is Still

Even in solidity

There is viscosity,

there is movement,

Molecules in a perpetual

dance.

Electrons ebbing and flowing

between atoms.

Nothing is sedentary.

Nothing is still.

We all hum

with the breath of life

with the fire of existence

so change we must,

and change we will.

Nothing is sedentary.

Nothing is still.


10/21

Truth

Truth spews from the pen.

the only Truth

I speak

is in ink.

i lie

often

and boldly.

But most of all

i lie to myself.


11/21

Warmth

When was the last time

someone touched me?

When did i last feelhuman

warmth?

I have gotten so cold,

so tired,

so worn-out.

But contact,

touch,

refreshes me.

I reach for it.

I wrap myself around it

to bring it into myself.

But then the fire dies

and I am left shivering in the cold once more.


12/21

My Songs, To You I Sing

My songs, to you I sing

(and you listen with your heart)

You hear tales of loves

(though few with you)

You hear stories of places

(few of which youve seen)

You hear of faces

and hands,

Palms

with entwined fingers

feet

locked in step

Eyes

in sharp focus

(none of which you know)

Why do you trust my words?

From where do they pronounce themselves true?

For they are fraudulent.

To believe them is to believe lies.


13/21

#22

darkness

spreads

from the rising moon

blotting outwards

to stain Days

fine white linens.

rising over Earths

sullen

silhouettes,

and only the lake

breaks through

mixing with the brown of fields


14/21

Fireflies

Fireflies dancing

lighting your cheeks

As you smile

lighting my heart.

They dance

like the sparkle in

your eyes

that locks my gaze

in its warm embrace

never to let go.

They sing,

Or would sing

if they could,

a glorious ballad

in time with my

hearts percussion.


15/21

Cats

I wish i was a cat

so that i could walk up to you

and sit in the most inconvenient places

until you started to pet me.

I wish i was a cat

so that i could meow

like a maniac

until you listened.

I wish i was a cat

so that i could sunbathe

in your lap

and you wouldn't care.

because that's just what we cats do.


16/21

Dreams

I.

Im pretty sure you

stopped

dreaming of me

a long

time ago.

Or at least,

those dreams stopped

being happy.

Now all I give you are nightmares

and fears

and worries.

I leave your nights sleepless

And your heart aching every morning

No matter how often I apologize,

i cannot

assuage your fears.

even my own are too great for me.


17/21

II.

In my dreams,

you live next door,

and we go see movies

just to escape the warm summer sun

(you dont want to tan).

We hold hands

and run past sprinklers

you scream

and laugh;

both of us, soaked

to the bone

we find a shady oak

and grass that smells like

spring

and

Plop!

land in each others arms

to find eyes

sipping languidly

on toothy grins.


18/21

III.

Youll never dream of me

will you?

Ive dreamt of you for so long

and even if I recount

each

and

every

one to you

You will still have a blank

canvas

every night

that only your mind

may paint.


19/21

The Moon

Hanging in still silence

round as lovers eyes

cutting a path through the night

though just a reflection.

Brilliantly bold

and stunningly beautiful

silently drawing your gaze

almost magnetically.

Not gaudy as her sister

but brighter than her cousins.

Shining forth light

to guide in dark times

providing a path for the blind

and direction to the lost.


20/21

Norma Sings

Sing for me Norma

Please?

Sing the song

That reminds me of you.

That song

that wriggles

into

my

brain

and lets you live there,

forever.

Pick it up

In a voice

That, honestly,

isnt that amazing

A voice that shows the

timidness

covered by your brash exterior.

Norma, sing for me

in the voice I love

When the notes

I hear

are the hushed nights

whispers

And the words

so heartfelt

I forget,

They arent yours.


21/21

Sing so I can forget

my troubles

So I am not

alone,

And Ill lend you an ear

so you can

feel the same.

hello, can i be a real poet now?

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