A Couple of My Poems…
SOFTNESS FADES
© Glenn Joyner 2009
Entering the realm of daylight, creeping forth from dark, fitful slumbering;
Pressing onward — ever onward into the morning softness.
To wake, to toil, to contemplate freedom; the softness fades…
But is this freedom sought simply a doorway to shrouded oblivion?
The question rolls and rolls, bouncing here and there, never quite answered.
More of the same, always the same, ever the same;
And so troubled slumber returns…
RUIN
© Glenn Joyner 2009
I chanced upon a dream one time;
I was shocked by the fallen moon.
I dreamed I stood one starless night
In the wake of a culture’s ruin.
The wind had swept the smoke away,
And the fires had withered and died.
I stood in the ashes of hopeless toil,
We’d failed even though we’d tried.
Dreams can kill,
Bend your will,
Turn your mind to smoke.
So then someday
Your mind will sway;
You’ve lived a lifelong joke.
We are your children, whose naive minds
Have left us broken and doomed.
We believed in all of your shallow words
Until the flowers of fire had bloomed.
Time cannot harm those who feel
For those who have felt for none.
But years will fade those wretched souls
Who see life and lies as one.
Dreams can kill,
Bend your will,
Turn your mind to smoke.
So then someday
Your mind will sway;
You’ve lived a lifelong joke.
CIRCULAR
© Glenn Joyner 2010
No beginning, no end, seamless and timeless.
Two-dimensional, flat, drawn on a page of congruity.
Round and round and round she goes, and where she stops…
Well, she never stops.
What goes around comes around, and around, and around…
A FLYING SAUCER CHRISTMAS
© Glenn Joyner 2011
(If you just HAVE to sing this, it’s sung to the tune of Have a Holly Jolly Christmas…)
It’s not Santa Claus and reindeer,
It’s not Sputnik, it’s not MIR.
It’s not the moon, or a flying spoon,
What it is ain’t exactly clear.
Could these be Santa’s helpers?
With gray heads smooth as a ball.
They look like elves, and dress themselves
In one-piece coveralls.
It doesn’t show up on radar,
But, Bubba, it’s up there.
Don’t you know? It’s a UFO!
Don’t soil your underwear.
They’re not from Uranus,
And they’re not from the mall…
Not from a black hole, nor the North Pole,
Are they from anywhere at all?
Have a flying saucer Christmas,
‘Cos it’s just that time of year.
With flashing strobes and anal probes,
The aliens are here!
Have a flying saucer Christmas,
There’s no reason why you can’t.
Decorate the tree, and laugh with glee,
Mistletoe on my implant.
I’m not drunk on eggnog,
My deck ain’t missing a card,
But I saw it there, up in the air,
And it landed in my yard.
They abducted my old grandpa,
And took our Christmas wreath,
He put up a fuss, and began to cuss,
So they brought him back, but kept his teeth.
They don’t leave us any presents,
And don’t ride on Santa’s sleigh,
In the dark of night, they visit all right,
But bring us back by Christmas day.
They’re only seeking answers,
So please make no mistake.
I know it’s true, because before they flew
They core-sampled the fruit cake.
Have a flying saucer Christmas,
‘Cos it’s just that time of year.
With flashing strobes and anal probes,
The aliens are here!
Have a flying saucer Christmas,
There’s no reason why you can’t.
Decorate the tree, and laugh with glee,
Mistletoe on my implant.
YOUR POETRY IS DEEP ON THE SURFACE IT LOOKS SIMPLE BUT BEHIND IT LAYS DEEP THOUGHTS EXCELLENT WRITES LOVE AND HUGS INKY
Thanks for telling me about these…..I enjoyed them very much! Love your profile and your music! Voo :entertained:
Wow Glenn, damn, I didn’t even know you wrote sweetie. These poems are excellent and makes one think, very deep. I am so glad I saw these tonight. One more thing we have in common dude:):love:
Wow….the poems are very good….
kudos…
WOW .. WHO KNEW, INDEED ! .. YOU ARE NOT WHAT I WAS EXPECTING … THE MAN CAN WRITE .. FAR OUT BABY !
AND THE CROWD ASK FOR MORE !! …
JAZZY JAZZ .. XO
Very nice writes. Awesome job!
Thank you for sharing what is buried deep in your thoughts heart & soul. Very beautiful, if I had to pick one and only one
I’d have to say Ruin..I felt your words as I was reading them. softness fades reminds me of being in the truck just as day light breaks you become so tired..there is no time for tired it’s all toil..which goes around & around.
Thank you
For being
you