I often write poetry as a way to relax. This is a few poems I found that I’d written in 2008, back before I wrote Poetry Principia. They still make me smile and I hope they will you as well. I know that Haiku are usually about nature. These are not, though they do reflect my nature.
The last poem is a ghazal. I put an explanation of a Ghazal below from poets.org for those who are interested in poetry.
“The ghazal is composed of a minimum of five couplets that are structurally, thematically, and emotionally autonomous. Each line of the poem must be of the same length, though meter is not imposed in English. The first couplet introduces a scheme, made up of a rhyme followed by a refrain. Subsequent couplets pick up the same scheme in the second line only, repeating the refrain and rhyming the second line with both lines of the first stanza. The final couplet usually includes the poet’s signature, referring to the author in the first or third person, and frequently including the poet’s own name or a derivation of its meaning.
Traditionally invoking melancholy, love, longing, and metaphysical questions, ghazals are often sung by Iranian, Indian, and Pakistani musicians.”
the lines move faster
if you get the chip implant
you can get cash back
I’m going to read
sit back and relax to words
yeah that’s the ticket
It was broadcast live
America’s Most Wanted
suspect got away
She sat before me
with her second set of thighs
A new Lovecraft book
H.P. for my birthday rocks
and a movie too
She called me Stupid
I was called stupid
I ask dumb questions sometimes
if I need to know
Writing Caused This
A blog can hurt me
a comment can make me fly
writing incites both
You’re my one and only
well, besides those few women
But, they mean nothing.
“The Night I Write”
Sitting near the window, under the moon, In the light I write
Harvesting thoughts that form from dreams, during the night I write
It has been my pleasure to write about my life, an undertaking of soul
As it happens, my lines bright design illuminates the night I write
Dark characters do die too soon to be born alive once again to sin
and hide in the shadow and in the dens to survive the night I write
The village where I create my men and the wives they so love
comes ever so close to disaster within the darkness of the night I write
The men cry, “Thad, thou hast done ill and evil to us mere men.
”I have learned they deplore all the sins and despise the night I write.