Writing Roots 3 - Write On! 1973

After writing longer short stories, I concentrated my writing to poetry in my spare time from school work, band, friends and being a kid.  Here’s what happened in Write On! in 1973.

Poems in Write On!, October 19, 1973.

I will have peace

I will have peace
When the Party is over, and the crowd has left,
I shall rest my head to sleep.
I will remember and dream the memories I will
Forever Keep.
There would be Marie and Bill, dancing in the light
With the help of some strange pill.
At 12:35 he would fall to the ground with a dazzled look,
with no sound.
When he hit the floor, I knew that he would speak
no more.
Marie acted about the same, but she would live.
Who is to blame? Tom, Jack, Terry, and Sam passed
the needle around.
Heroine it was, and Heroine it will always be.
Tom, Jack, Terry and Sam died later.
When will they see?
When the party is over, and the crowd has left,
I will rest my head to sleep.
Even though the memories are there,
I will have Peace.
I will have peace, at last.
I sign my name

As I sign my name upon the line,
I watch the rich people dine.
I also prevent and solve many crimes.
I have the master-of all seat,
For as I walk my particular beat
the shoes wear from under my feet.
I sign my name along the line
And I shall live my appointed time.

Patterns of love

As the light starts flashing,
I feel the painful wound, deep and gashing.
The blood smears stain my skin,
And my heart is empty again.
This is a pattern of love.

As I walk in the city park,
I remember moments in the dark.
Our lips met in the uncertain, suspended time.
No words can describe it. There is no rhyme.
This is a pattern of love.

I care for her, even die for her,
And she obeys “Yes Sir,”
We had kids, but they’re all gone,
Yet we are still singing our love songs.

Smile

See the suicidal manic
Upon the 10-story ledge.
He has been there a while.
Soon help will come,
and he will live
with a smile.

See the lonely fisherman
drifting in his boat.
He has been there a while.
Soon a fish will come, and
He will smile.

See the everyday housewife,
scrubbing and cleaning all day long.
She has worked a while.
Soon her husband will be home, and
she will smile.

See the people in the park.
All kids, some young, some old,
some new.
Look at them a while; Talk to them,
walk with them.
And you will smile too.

Distant smiles

The distant smiles and
The forgotten laughs have
lost their way in the past.
Kisses have come and
Embraces have gone into
some special time and place.
No love is left in me, at last.

Write On!, Columbus North High School, Columbus, Ind.,  December 7, 1973, Vol. IV, No. 2

The Difference of Light and Time

In the distant passages of time,
Lurking in the murky darkness,
Is the eternal  light. Life will cease,
And then it will begin;
And the light still shines;
And I can breathe again.

In 1973, my youngest of three sisters was born, and here’s what was published.

Little Babe
Open your eyes, little babe,
And behold your new room.
Do not frown, little babe,
For then the world will be bad.
Open your mouth, little babe,
And let your voice be heard.
Now lay in my lap, little babe,
And close your eyes to sleep.
If you are bumped, little babe,
You will shake the world.
Now you are asleep, little babe.

Several other poems written during this time are already included on The World of Words by Elias Tobias blog, and most of these these were self-published in “A Poetry Sampler -100% Natural Words, by Elias Tobias,  in 1991, and in a second revised in 1995. I have a few of these books left, by the way.   See Poetry Credits for details.

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