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Her presence is an inspiration to blind
It drags you from harshness to splendor,
Sheer perfection is not easy to find,
But all that this one woman can render,
Is enough to make any man believe,
That her love is the ultimate to receive.

(Note: so even I can write really bad poetry!)

 

The second of three poems found on a sheet with this date.

Something given is something is something received,
To receive friendship is a blessing,
To receive love a glorious gift.
To have both, a priceless vase, so very fragile, so highly prized.
To possess is to own.
To share is to freely set free all that is possessed
If love is shared then the world is an open book

NOTE: all comments are made under the influence of a heavy dose of reality

 

 

Found on a sheet with three other poems dated the same day.

If none are had, then none are found,
If one is discovered then more are around,
Emptiness is consistent with desire,
But fulfillment can be a raging fire,

To want is to seek
for reward is not granted to the meek
To find is a great boon
But, alas too much will cause a swoon

One is a pleasure
But it attracts more
Two is not a treasure
but a situation to deplore

One begat two, two begat three
Three is a problem
It has no right to be.

So is it better for mind
to have none for all time
or to only have you find
that addition a is a crime.

 

Memory fails me. I’m going to guess I was dating someone and wanting to date someone else.

my love, runs deeper than the sea,
for her mind, her body, her life.
all the world for just her & me
so that together we could solve its strife

the glittering stars are her eyes,
and nights sky, was never lovelier more,
let us hope that all goodbyes
leave nothing but an open door

for us to cross into each others life
my heart is yours, here is a knife

 

This was dated March 17 but with no year. I found it in a pile of other poems written in 1983 so have dated it then. But I don’t really know.

The light of the sky,
The dark of the moon,
The variations of life.

The whispers of the wind,
The roar of the sea,
The melodious sounds of life.

The peace of the mountain,
The noise of the city,
The different aspects of life.

The love of a man,
The love of a woman,
The perfect circle of life.

 

Written on the back of a pack of Viscount Extra Mild. I didn’t smoke Viscounts so I have no idea where I got the pack…

I wish I was where I am not,
So I could be what I can not.
And do the things that will not be
And my truth is there for all to see!

 

Found on a doodle sheet.

To power, which we all seek and to peace which we all abhor.

The world is a wonderful place
the animal and plants so free
But man has no god-given right
to destroy all that it can see

Of his own existence he cares not
and only in death can he see
what a terrifying mess of
what he does to the world can be

As if his pain and tribulations
are not enough penance to pay
He plods along destroying
and for forgiveness, to god he prays

Why is his life so pitiful
What is his reason for pain
Man never wanted good fortune
and on this world’s peace there is a stain

He has never contributed to good
but has taken all that he can
From something god has created
We are left with a blight called Man

To rid the world of its horror
to bring back peace and good will
What has to be done to hope
that someday death will have its fill.

And then maybe a new life
With peace and tranquility for all
will emerge in our now shattered creation
And man can stand proud & tall

So work at your love and compassion
Discard all the greed & the pain
Collect your thoughts about you
to make new that which is insane

 

Wow. 19-year old me was pretty morbid.