Sometimes standard symbols lose their usefulness, and others
can take their place; where words that are not words are
really words. It’s the thought that counts. This is an example.
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Don’t trade your trophies into cold cash,
Because you never know what victory will be the last.
The reputation was carefully crafted in the past,
But the impression is fresh when the new dye is cast.
Be merciful in defeat of your opposition,
And you will enjoy a favorable public opinion.
But when it comes time to win the competition
Be cool, calm with absolute dedication.
While I had my old Web site, I put together a book in
2002 using a pamphlet program, and the book ended up
being 20 pages on a 8 x 5 1/2 size paper. I had other types
of collections, some of which appear on this Web blog, such
as Love Notes, 100% Fat Free Elias Tobias Brand Poetry, and
Figments of my Reality.
These other books have their specific themes, but I wanted a
book that was not strictly love poetry, humorous or light-hearted,
or serious. Color My World was the theme I arrived at for this
middle ground of every day events and do color our world.
Some of the poems in this book are included in other
collections on this Web blog, including my Favorite Poems
These are marked for the Color My World category. The new
poems in this that have not appeared yet on this new Web blog
are below. Others poems have been added to the 20 original
poems in this book.
To read this poem in French, click here.
(Photo by Mike Hall)
Power Lines
Rows of crosses line
both sides of the boulevard,
so common, they’re
essentially invisible, yet
so important.
The silent T’s telegraph
the transfer of energy
and information down
the street and to the rest
of the world.
Like a spider web, black
cables remain suspended
and bow from pole to pole,
so the pattern repeats from
street to street.
Click on the next link to hear the poem.
powerlines2.mp3 Can’t hear the poem? Click here to download Quicktime software.
When You’re Gone
When you’re gone,
I seem to use the same coffee cup
because you know how I hate
to get the dishes stacked up.
Then I hope you’ll come home
soon because I use the same
spoon, too.
It’s hard to start the day
knowing you won’t be
in the same place with me.
I drink my juice, and forget
to take the vitamin. It’s
a different way to begin.
I guess what I’m try to say
in my funny, strange way
is that I miss you when you
are gone. I only hope the wait
won’t be too much longer.
Night Moves
Soft silent shadows in the night move
swiftly, unexpectedly,
like a snake going from
the hot street to the
comfort of the cool grassy lawn.
Colors disappear, and everything
becomes a slightly darker
shade of gray, except for the creatures
caught frozen by the night’s
light, who turn a bright white.
They are temporarily overexposed
by the spotlight and move on.
Photo by Mike Hall
Rubber duckie song
Rubber duckie, rubber duckie, you are the one
That makes my tub time fun.
When, at the end of day, I’m, tired and blue
The only thing that can help is you.
Mobile Home
She wears a black sweater, even though it’s 85 degrees.
All the old, nameless woman has, or ever will have,
is carried in her mobile home. She travels her world
by pushing the worn-out wheels of a shopping cart
left abandoned, away from its parking lot. She is a
lot like the cart, and she defends her prize with an
old dull, but effective kitchen knife. The cart, which
once glided on waxed aisles, now rolls over cracked
sidewalks and rough, uneven streets. She is a
collector of modern antiques, and she enjoys the life
from a cigarette, which hangs from her bright red
lips. Night is a time to rest from another day of living.
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