POET | THOUGHTS OF A POET IN THE RAIN

Category: POET
- BACKWASH
  
  Posted at 8:11 pm by Gordon, on September 9, 2018
  BACKWASH
  Walking backwards in my mind slowly thru time
  I find myself stranded, just another body standing in line
  A pathetic piece of flesh and bone
  Left alive to review all the scrapings my handmade in stone
  Until the carving knife broke from all the writing
  And I found that my life was not so exciting
  As I had envisioned it
  But drinking made it seem to fit
  The surrounding air and places I had the train boarded
  Without thought of where the trip was going or how sorted
  It would be
  But I would soon see
  The bridge left broken and bloody near that meadow in years past
  Where death took a friend and then came the revenge that failed to last
  In my heart, that day as the vomit filled my mouth with backwash
  And life about me began to sway and I felt the sting of a lash
  
  Copyright 2018 Gordon Kuhn: written 9.9.18 first draft
  
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- A Long Time Ago in the Great Faraway
  
  Posted at 7:10 am by Gordon, on September 5, 2018
  It was a long time ago in the great faraway
  When I came to the understanding that I could no longer stay
  We looked the other way as I stepped out from her front door
  Harsh words spoken, then silence, nothing left to say, so I guess we settled the score
  The tale had been said, actions set, and there was nothing more
  We turned away, not wanting our eyes to meet again on that terribly sad night
  When anger made us say things that later didn’t seem so right
  Emptiness then lay where once love for each other had been so tight
  But we said our all — then silence fell — and we knew there was nothing more
  So we looked the other way as I stepped out from her front door
  The porch light turned dark behind me as I walked alone in the rain
  To where my car sat, my anger melting — and then I began to feel the numbing pain
  The key in the ignition, the engine hesitated, coughed, stumbled, and then sudden died
  And I sat alone in the long faraway and in that sad silence, I softly cried. 9/1/18
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  Posted in blogging., Love, POET, Poetry, Poets, writers, Writing | 2 Comments | Tagged blogging, Gordon Kuhn, Love, Poetry, Poets, writers, Writing
- A Soft Tapping in Darkness Came
  
  Posted at 3:37 pm by Gordon, on June 30, 2018
  A Soft Tapping in Darkness Came
  Last night I was wakened from a deep and troubled sleeping
  Sleeping deep, blanket wrapped, and restless in the dark
  When there came a soft tapping, a gentle and easy rapping
  Gently placed upon the cold glass window near my bed
  And from that slight sound, that gentle tap, I was drowsy led
  Led from my sleeping deep and blanket wrapped, restless in the dark
  To peer with no slight concern and wonder and seek the sight
  That lay hidden, perhaps in death, in the rain filled night
  Death in memories with ghosts that leave the living in fright
  While hoping and thinking it must be a branch from my tree
  One close to the side of the window that I could plainly see
  That in the wind and rain that storm filled restless night
  Could rap and tap and do its best to cause me no common fright
  Should I but simply stare off to where there was no light
  And then sudden appear some phantom in my sight
  Some ghost of man or men who walked last night
  Whose shadows live and come from the past
  While haunting now their sad memories are cast
  They that walk their walks restless always every night
  So close and far they live and walk within my sight
  From memories best dealt with in the light
  Memories best left alone during a restless, sleepless night
  Apparitions real perhaps that haunt my every thought
  While in a restless sleep just peace is sought
  Simple peace of mind that cannot for any price be bought.
  
  © 2018 Gordon Kuhn, All Rights Reserved 6/30/2018
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  Posted in nonfiction, POET, Poetry, Post Traumatic Disorder | 0 Comments | Tagged blogging, Depression, Gordon Kuhn, Poetry, Writing
- TIMES
  
  Posted at 11:08 pm by Gordon, on June 28, 2018
  There are times at night when I find myself in deep sleeping
  And then in ghostly form, I catch myself somehow strangely competing
  With memories compressed, forgotten, somehow caught in the whirl of haunted strife
  While dealing with the ups and downs of a confused and struggling life
  And discover that I am lying in a pool of emotional blood caused by too much thinking
  While somehow fighting my way to the surface from the depths of dreaming
  Trying to understand the grouping and the linking
  That raced just moments before in a strangely disturbed streaming
  Where questions come forward in a rush of issues all claiming
  The time I cannot afford to relinquish and so I stand there alone and straining
  Against the will of memory over logic denying a peaceful desire for a simple life
  Forgetting the errors of my life so fervently causing pain in their haunting.
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- Yesterday’s Child
  
  Posted at 1:26 pm by Gordon, on June 21, 2018
  The following poem will be in Standoff. The book, Standoff is a group of poems and short stories
  
  Yesterday’s Child
  
  Yesterday’s child was born with a patchwork brain
  Filled with paintings that would never be brought to view
  For a painter, a drawer, he simply could not be
  Overrun with songs that would never be sung
  For they melted or collapsed before being born
  Adrift with poetry that would struggle to be heard
  But some broke through to live a day
  Yesterday’s child was born to others to view
  While about him his life slowly colored with stain
  His sense of security and being loved flung
  To the woods where sense lived in the leaves
  That surrounded and filed the world with color
  
  Copyright 2018 Gordon Kuhn
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  Posted in Literary Arts, POET, Poetry, Poetry, Poets, writers, Writing | 2 Comments | Tagged Poetry, Poets, Writing
- ONCE A BOY
  
  Posted at 11:20 pm by Gordon, on June 16, 2018
  ONCE A BOY
  There once was a boy who lived on a boat
  The boy was small and the boat was not
  Upon a sea of strange waters sailed the two
  The boy and the boat until one day the boy forgot
  That the boat would float and he would not.
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- SHE HAD FAME
  
  Posted at 6:02 pm by Gordon, on June 16, 2018
  SHE HAD FAME
  No one knew her name
  This simple woman who walked alone
  In the rain and sun, she walked alone
  On Sarasota’s streets, she walked alone
  And no one knew her name
  She walked in light and in the dark
  She walked in sun and in the rain
  But one knew her name, but she had fame
  As she walked barefoot and alone
  She had local fame as she walked alone
  This woman who had no name
  In a dress that was a hand-down
  From a local church charity store
  Where they didn’t know her name
  In the rain and sun on Sarasota’s streets
  She walked until death closed her eyes
  One night when the rain fell along her way
  And the wind drove others off the streets
  She was there when death claimed no name
  And no one was there as she fell on her path
  And there she lay until the break of day
  This woman without a name
  But death came, found her with its cold hand
  A wet bundle in the rain found with a cold hand
  And claimed her without knowing her name
  This woman who walked alone without a name.
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- NIGHTFALL, THE LOVERS’ DANCE
  
  Posted at 2:24 pm by Gordon, on June 14, 2018
  NIGHTFALL, THE LOVERS’ DANCE
  I recall the night when the rain came
  And settled in bringing a coolness to the room
  Where two lovers met and never were the same
  In an apartment in downtown Sarasota
  Where they danced to a scratchy record on a player
  While drinking stale beer in a dim light
  From the only bulb left working
  And somewhere in the world a wall was being torn down
  Somewhere a child was being born
  Water dripping from pipes to the foundation two floors below
  Somehow they found each other and in a simple embrace
  Shared the last cigarette in a crushed pack tossed to the floor
  While singing a song neither knew.
  
  © 2018 Poet in the Rain: Gordon Kuhn
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- The Drunk on the Corner is
  
  Posted at 5:49 am by Gordon, on April 15, 2018
  THE DRUNK ON THE CORNER IS
  Copyright 4.15.18 by Gordon Kuhn all rights reserved.
  
  The holy drunk on the corner is
  As holy as the Pope who drinks wine
  And who represents a group with a history of crime
  That turned its back on the Jews and friended Hitler
  The holy drunk on the corner is
  As holy as the holy father in his lofty mansion
  Protected by an armed security
  And who is worshiped in life and will be in death
  As the only voice of God here on this earth
  Except for the drunk castaway lying at the corner
  Who in his drunkenness is holier that the pope.
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- A new follower: Somna Kapoor
  
  Posted at 10:00 pm by Gordon, on September 2, 2017
  https://somnakapoor.wordpress.com/2017/08/17/phases-in-life-of-an-introvert/
  
  A writer with tremendous power has just decided to honor me with following my blog. Please go and read what she writes because it comes from her heart.
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