Short Stuff
Insert obligatory joke about the ironic juxtaposition of this title with my actual human height and subsequent meta-joke about the cliche of the "insert joke" joke.
Some Poems about Trees
Or Poetree, if you will.
to be as a tree
sharing breath
with passersby
blind to the beauty
the abundant life
the resolute purpose
the natural stillness
standing tall
reaching out
the playful leaves
sometimes too skittish
but always present
sometimes plucked
for an unknown purpose
people pass
the tree ever present
then for a moment
the creator speaks
the world awakens
the wind whispers
look
This is Just a Tree
I passed
A tree as
I walked
On the street
The tree
Was so tall
So green
And so big
I barely
noticed
As I walked
To class
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The wind blows on
the leaf
twirling whirling
but never tumbling
to the ground
The wind picks up
speed and dust
spitting and hitting
the green that holds
onto life
on and on
to life
Some Other Poems
You might say poetry is not my cup of poetea, but I've been trying it out lately. I've also tried to stop the stupid puns. Still working on that.
Dear Old People​
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I sometimes worry the older generation will never understand
what it’s like to scroll through
TikTok. There is no knowing
how many minds have been shaped by this simple activity.
The scroll like a tapestry of lightening, flashing
constantly and reliably—
the most sound source
of direction to our sprinting minds.
How nicely all the cares go away!
The videos keep coming.
Unaware are those who
expect us to sit and find purpose in meetings lasting hours.
Autobiography
With a picture (for reference)
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The chains of childhood were falling fast
As through puberty a young lad passed
A youth, who grew, ‘mid lunch and dinner,
And grew and grew and yet got thinner.
Excelsior!
*This poem is a joke. Please don't sue me.
Two Tributes
Here I write words for two of my favorite famous figures
To William Carlos Williams
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As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I take a look at my icebox and realize there’s nothin’ left
‘Cause I’ve been eatin’ those plums so sweet so cold that
Even my wife thinks I should leave the household.
To Honey Boo Boo​
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Alabama better feel blessed
Because, in the next state over, a
Child was born who would
Dare to redefine the meaning of
Elegance. She heals the earth
Flawlessly with her Southern charm. Yes indeed,
Georgia is graced with the presence of
Honey Boo Boo.
I do not know why, but I,
Jared Brockbank, the man who
Keeps the classics close to his heart,
Love Honey Boo Boo
More than almost anything else.
Now, this may seem absurd—
Of course you are entitled to your opinion—but
Perhaps if you took a moment to truly
Question what brings you
Real happiness, it may
Surprise you that many of your favorite
Things are really quite silly, too. You’re
Unique just like each person, and that is a
Valuable lesson to learn in this
World. Because even though we all have an
X chromosome, how many people are exactly like
You?
Zero.
Moody Musings or Other Things
Some thoughts of mine
Some say life ends at death
but I have to disagree
if life ends at death, how
do we continue to tell stories
and shed tears for those who go?
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why
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do we continue to tell stories
and shed tears for those who go?
Running through the dark, I wouldn’t stop
Until I reached the safe glow of white.
But now I find twilight to be quite beautiful.
It softens the edges and makes the world feel close.
Three Randomly Selected Words from the Dictionary
and their corresponding colors
Manpower
A red. Not a muted, deep red. But a sharp red that cuts to the front. A red that accomplishes what it came to do. Sometimes harsh in its appearance, but effective.
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Countenance
A flesh tone. Not a specific tone. The tone depends on the person. And the beholder. Each tone, hopefully, confident in its color. Each tone carrying a story, a hope, a life.
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Equilibrium
A green. Not an artificial green. But the green of grass, the forest. The earth ever growing. The green that fades in the frost with the assurance of a spring.