Jerry's Poems - By Request

NOTE: These are an extremely small sample of an extremely depressing set of poems that I wrote in High School and first-year University. When it comes to writing, I've always considered myself an essayist, but poetry always conveyed an emotional impact, a release, that writing essays could never produce. (However, when it comes to the arts in general, I still consider myself a musician first.) Also, this grouping is meant to be well rounded, as opposed to being representative i.e. I wrote a lot more of the 'Nobody likes me, I'm going to hell' poetry then the 'happy, bouncy, silly' stuff.

These are also really bad. (I mean, a hell of a lot worse than the essays linked off the main page.) You've been warned. (8-)

Some of these were actually meant as song lyrics, but I could never come up with tunes I liked enough. I actually did write some songs that I'm proud of, but there's no way I could play them now...


THE BINGO BARN

(52 Bingos over 5 years of High School, supporting the Band. Ugh.)
             Welcome to the Bingo Barn
             Welcome to the Show
             Here we match numbers all day
             And that's all we know
             We're going to smoke you out
             And shout "Damn!" till we're red
             Then we'll call "Card" out loud
             Till we run the sellers dead
        
             Welcome to the Bingo Barn
             It's nice to have you here,
             This is the longest game so far,
             We've been playing for year,
             Oh, they've won some bucks,
             A jackpot or four,
             This guy here hasn't won anything,
             But he still wants to play some more,
        
        CHORUS:Oh, I've got numbers on the brain,
             Oh, I'm just going insane,
             Here at the Bingo Barn, 
             Watching people run,
             I've come to the conclusion,
             I'd rather be out in the sun...
        
             Welcome to the Bingo Barn,
             It's nice to have you inside,
             We need sellers, runners too,
             All for the money ride,
             Don't worry about the air in here,
             It's not as bad as they say,
             Nobody has died in here,
             Since about last May,
        
             CHORUS:
        
             INSTRUMENTAL BRIDGE:
        
             Farwell from the Bingo Barn,
             It's nice to see you've played,
             Or have run, or have sold,
             Or have made change today,
             Guess you won't be coming back,
             We've played our final round,
             Minister of Enviroment heard about us,
             So we've got to leave town...
        
             CHORUS:
        
             Here at the Bingo Barn,
             Watching people run,
             I've come to the conclusion,
             I'd rather be in the sun.

Frontier

(Alabama Space Academy, Level II, 1990)      
             Plane, Flight
             Certain Place and Certain Town
             People- Colours, Creeds, Man, Woman
             Space- Love of Space- Love of Frontier
             Fear- Fear of Unknown
        
             People- Colours, Creeds, Man, Woman
             Space- Love of Space- Love of Frontier
             Training- Work- Learn- Study
             People- Friends
             People- Teamwork
             Ready for Frontier
        
             Mission- Teamwork
             Mission- Frontier
             Worked, Played at Frontier
             Returned From Frontier
             Mission- Complete
        
             Friendship- Teamwork
             Ready for Frontier
             Ready for Friendship
             Ready for Life
        
             Frontier- Sun
             Sun rising
             Sun never felt this good
             Life never before felt this good

Replay in My Soul

(From my mixed up, romantic natured, high school days. I'm still a romantic, just a little more mature, and, unfortunately, a lot more cynical.)
             Last night I opened up my mind
             And saw the photos of long ago.
             Memories of love and joy
             mixed with the pain and sorrow
             Thumbed through the pages with my mind
             Remembering what I wanted to hold
             And this is what happens to me
             When I replay my life in my soul
        
             Saw again the first day I met you
             Saw again the first day I made you cry
             Felt the shame for my selfish actions
             And saw again the day we said goodbye
             I also saw the moments of happiness
             Saw the moments worth more than gold
             And felt your hand touch my face
             In the replay in my soul.
        
             There's a lot to be said that never came out
             A lot to be done that wasn't done.
             But we still managed to stay together
             Still managed to have a lot of fun
             I wonder now what happened
             What destroyed the realtionship so old
             And now I see the tears and rain falling
             As part of the replay in my soul
        
             It's been 10 years since I saw you last
             10 years since our last good-bye
             The memory lasts forever though
             And I get to wonder why
             I hear you've got a family now
             And you're happy you've achieved your goal
             Though I said goodbye, and I would never cry
             I weep-> in the replay in my soul.
       

Thirty-Second Stare

             Crowded hallway;
             River of humanity- traffic jam;
             A quick turn of my head; a glance up
             And I see her.
             
             And there is a beach; a sunset.
             A bouquet of red roses.
             A flock of birds; a snow covered field.
              And stars.
        
             A warm blanket; a cool, refreshing drink.
             A group of friends talking on a Friday night.
             A dinner, candlelight, a warm fireplace;
             A hug.
        
             Then it is over; I am washed away...
             She smiles, and continues on her way...
             I turn and continue;
             Images burned in my mind.


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