Here's some carryover poetry from the old site I had. I just want to get the poetry I have categorized, so if I stumble upon more, I'll add them as I stumble. By the way, I haven't made any revisions to these since I wrote them, though I did at one time get them critiqued. It's not that they may not deserve some changes; it's from my own laziness in pondering any potential changes.
December 7, 2001
Fraud: With apologies to Stephanie, your Dec. 1 blog inspired me to write a poem this afternoon. I hope you don't mind that I used some of your phrases to shape it:
Fraud
I am a fraud clinging to labels that no longer suit me
I am the joke waiting to be the life of the party
I am the question without the answer I need
I am someone else's trash that's been discarded
I am the joke waiting to be the life of the party
I am a nameless face in a mass of more important people than myself
I am someone else's trash that's been discarded
I am the poker hand no one wishes to be dealt
I am a nameless face in a mass of more important people than myself
In all the world, why would anyone choose me?
I am the poker hand no one wishes to be dealt
Even if at my best someone could love me, these days I'm at my worst, can't you see?
In all the world, why would anyone choose me?
I am the question without the answer I need
Even if at my best someone could still love me, these days I'm at my worst, can't you see?
I am the fraud clinging to labels that no longer suit me.
November 21, 2001 (though I wrote these much before then)
birds fill the branches
forming nests for precious young
the trees don't argue
shimmering moonlight
in the creek, above the trees
holding each other
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