A bit of poetry: Samples from University 2

So, since I have declared May my personal poetry month, I will be posting some of my "found" poetry throughout the month (I've written very little recently unfortunately).

You may read earlier posts on poetry here and here.

And, as usual.....

For your entertainment or potential edification, a few poems of mine from the early 1990s. Which, yes, means I was very young. Very young.

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Words

-- November 26, 1990

Words have always been so inadequate.

It is easy to forget, but true.

They can never express the real emotion,

or explain exactly what color's blue.

Usually words have the habit,

of just getting in the way.

They don't seem to accomplish much,

but to let people have their say.

They just trim the tree of life,

they never quite reach its core.

They can only make a study

of black on white -- nothing more.

I used to believe in the power

of the spoken word.

The magical influence it had

on everyone who heard.

Now I hold on to the one idea

that can keep me sane,

and will help me to accomplish

much, with my brain:

That words are not everything.

They don't make the sky blue,

or the simple birds sing,

But they let me say: I love you.

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Something to Believe In

-- December 9, 1990

I need something to believe in,

I need something to have faith in,

And it's hard to remember

That it may not be what I want.

      The leaves are all gone,
      They are lying dirty and brown,
      On the cold, wet cement.
      The brisk air is forbidding,
      Yet the room is so alone.

I need something to believe in,

I need something to have faith in,

And it's hard to remember

That it may not be what I want.

      Relative truths are so unsure,
      They are often just façades
      Of blatant lies or falsities.
      The truth is forbidding
      Yet the untruth is so cold.

I need something to believe in,

I need something to have faith in,

And it's hard to remember

That it may not be what I want.

      Absolute truths are ludicrous,
      There is no black and white
      Except on the objective paper.
      The conclusion is forbidding
      Yet the absolute is so distant.

I need something to believe in,

I need something to have faith in,

And it's hard to remember

That it may not be what I want.

      Inanimates are so solid,
      They are real and concrete,
      And can be held on to.
      The unreal is forbidding
      Yet the concrete is so removed.

I need something to believe in,

I need something to have faith in,

And it's hard to remember

That it may not be what I want.

      People are mostly variable,
      They change from time to time,
      As the seasons change.
      The changing is forbidding,
      Yet the solitaire is so empty.

I need something to believe in,

I need something to have faith in,

And it's hard to remember

That it may not be what I want.

      Love is very fickle,
      Its arrow strikes where it goes,
      And hits to the heart.
      The love is forbidding
      Yet unlove is so unfulfilling.

I need something to believe in,

I need something to have faith in,

And it's hard to remember

That it may not be what I want.

      The choices are innumerable,
      Knocking down my door,
      Clamoring to be believed in.
      The crowd is forbidding,
      Yet ignoring it is so unsteady.

I need something to believe in,

I need something to have faith in,

And it's hard to remember

That it may not be what I want.

      And so the search continues...