FILL IN THE BLANKS
Paul D. Humphrey
Fill in the Blanks w/ Thoughts.
For Thoughts are all there are.
No Words to use,
no Signs to see,
just the thoughts of
We the Mind.
Simple Vowels or rows of Runes
amount to naught, indeed.
The Deed is fruitless.
The Meaning is lost.
Somewhere within my mind
a Rebellion has gone off.
No rebellion is wrong,
the wrong word to use.
Ah, that’s the gist: WORDS!
They fly like Birds, away
from what I want to Say.
Perhaps I Cannot,
though I Ought.
Unless……
I cannot Express.
And that is what I mean.
(So it would seem.)
Paul David Humphrey
Climbing, Poetry, Yoga & Stories
Monday, November 1, 2010
Poem, "All You Wanted "
Babe,
we all have a dark side.
You just don't want to free it,
but believe it,
you got one too.
All you ask for is the bright side.
The way I see it
you just neglect
to push on through.
Hey,
I like to play
in the dark
after a trying day.
But remember?
You asked me
to stay.
Infatuation is
a wonderful drug.
But it fades away.
You said you needed me
to read expansive praises,
words and phrases
that framed the part of Me
you loved to see.
Today, as I watched
you walk away
I realized...
All you wanted
was the Poetry.
-Paul David Humphrey
we all have a dark side.
You just don't want to free it,
but believe it,
you got one too.
All you ask for is the bright side.
The way I see it
you just neglect
to push on through.
Hey,
I like to play
in the dark
after a trying day.
But remember?
You asked me
to stay.
Infatuation is
a wonderful drug.
But it fades away.
You said you needed me
to read expansive praises,
words and phrases
that framed the part of Me
you loved to see.
Today, as I watched
you walk away
I realized...
All you wanted
was the Poetry.
-Paul David Humphrey
Poem, "How long will it take"
How long will it take
until our smiles are permanent?
Will laugh lines ever
outweigh wrinkled brows?
I want to roll
on the lawn
with my cat
in the Sun...
Be alive,
have fun,
be free,
be ME.
I want the warm light
to fill me up
and have the soft wind
blow in my ear
like a lover...
But my moods
come like the tides,
high and low.
And tears,
like salt spray,
lie mingled
in my eyes.
How long will it take
Until our smiles
are permanent?
-Paul Humphrey
until our smiles are permanent?
Will laugh lines ever
outweigh wrinkled brows?
I want to roll
on the lawn
with my cat
in the Sun...
Be alive,
have fun,
be free,
be ME.
I want the warm light
to fill me up
and have the soft wind
blow in my ear
like a lover...
But my moods
come like the tides,
high and low.
And tears,
like salt spray,
lie mingled
in my eyes.
How long will it take
Until our smiles
are permanent?
-Paul Humphrey
Poem, "Why"
Why?
Who cares.
It's a stupid
question after all.
There is no Why.
It was never needed,
save to those
who could not understand.
And those who
could not comprehend
failed to only because
they failed to Try.
I Go HIGH
and there is no WHY;
only doing and being
and giant sh#t faced smiles
in the midst of pain.
And those who need ask
need not apply.
For they have
already shrunk back
without ever
touching the Walls...
Or breaking through them.
I was meant to expand,
to grow into the land.
And I sink in
like water through sand.
Why is a Barrior,
which simply isn't there.
-Paul Humphrey
Who cares.
It's a stupid
question after all.
There is no Why.
It was never needed,
save to those
who could not understand.
And those who
could not comprehend
failed to only because
they failed to Try.
I Go HIGH
and there is no WHY;
only doing and being
and giant sh#t faced smiles
in the midst of pain.
And those who need ask
need not apply.
For they have
already shrunk back
without ever
touching the Walls...
Or breaking through them.
I was meant to expand,
to grow into the land.
And I sink in
like water through sand.
Why is a Barrior,
which simply isn't there.
-Paul Humphrey
Poem, "Rebound"
Pop, pop, pop.
I start to drop,
and my mind lights up
as I fall.
Bang, bam, boom.
Down to my doom
On to the next
go-around.
Whenever I plummit,
I bounce back quick,
even stronger than before.
No just laying there
like a Splat on the floor.
I am a rebound,
a trajectory traveled
at high speed.
I am the Seed
of my own future.
-Paul Humphrey
I start to drop,
and my mind lights up
as I fall.
Bang, bam, boom.
Down to my doom
On to the next
go-around.
Whenever I plummit,
I bounce back quick,
even stronger than before.
No just laying there
like a Splat on the floor.
I am a rebound,
a trajectory traveled
at high speed.
I am the Seed
of my own future.
-Paul Humphrey
Poem, "Embrace"
...So let us embrace
each other, all of Us.
Let our arms intertwine
as beautiful serpents.
For we are not so diferent
as it is often supposed.
We can put more than
our heads together.
And love is not
confined between our legs.
LOVE is not confined at all.
We walk through it every moment,
Breath it in with every breath.
These forms we preen,
fuss over and cover
are less solid than lace.
Not such a barrior
after all.
So let our serpent arms entangle
and the wind blow in
through lace curtains...
The Sun is coming up.
-Paul Humphrey
each other, all of Us.
Let our arms intertwine
as beautiful serpents.
For we are not so diferent
as it is often supposed.
We can put more than
our heads together.
And love is not
confined between our legs.
LOVE is not confined at all.
We walk through it every moment,
Breath it in with every breath.
These forms we preen,
fuss over and cover
are less solid than lace.
Not such a barrior
after all.
So let our serpent arms entangle
and the wind blow in
through lace curtains...
The Sun is coming up.
-Paul Humphrey
Poem, "The Seal"
THE SEAL
The sea has lapped at it
Three months now,
Rushing in – then out,
Dissatisfied,
Empty handed.
For IT is yet
Too large to move,
Still, grounded to the sand
& reluctant to be reclaimed.
The eyes are gone,
( early summer
raven meals )
& the skin is
laid back half-way
from the bone beneath.
Still,
It is here remaining,
( blubber unconsumed,
partially mummified
by the tide )
still staring out
through fly-covered sockets.
How is it
( I wonder aloud )
that you came here?
And why do you still persist?
You’re time here is done
And the waves
Call you back
To the waiting arms
Of the Mother,
The Baker.
No answer comes,
Only empty holes
With a hint
Of lingering fire.
Only teeth bared
Beyond repair,
Smiling at the Punch-Line
Of a joke that
Sailed over my head...
& is three months gone.
-Paul Humphrey
The sea has lapped at it
Three months now,
Rushing in – then out,
Dissatisfied,
Empty handed.
For IT is yet
Too large to move,
Still, grounded to the sand
& reluctant to be reclaimed.
The eyes are gone,
( early summer
raven meals )
& the skin is
laid back half-way
from the bone beneath.
Still,
It is here remaining,
( blubber unconsumed,
partially mummified
by the tide )
still staring out
through fly-covered sockets.
How is it
( I wonder aloud )
that you came here?
And why do you still persist?
You’re time here is done
And the waves
Call you back
To the waiting arms
Of the Mother,
The Baker.
No answer comes,
Only empty holes
With a hint
Of lingering fire.
Only teeth bared
Beyond repair,
Smiling at the Punch-Line
Of a joke that
Sailed over my head...
& is three months gone.
-Paul Humphrey
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