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New Classic Poems – Contemporary Verse That Rhymes

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<strong>New</strong> <strong>Classic</strong> <strong>Poems</strong><br />

Then and Now<br />

IV<br />

Then what about that night I gulped my crutch<br />

And, shoeless, hobbled home, too drunken blind<br />

To need to see Collisions in my mind<br />

Ignored the pain from obstacles and such.<br />

The alcohol had put me into touch<br />

With tripping rhythm, leading me to find<br />

My inspiration vomited behind<br />

A helpless tree. It hurt me more than much.<br />

Thus emptied out of bile and scores of shots<br />

I felt compelled to piss advice in snow<br />

<strong>That</strong> steamed the wintry air. I breathed it in<br />

And staggered on with clearer thoughts<br />

For yellow words: “Whichever way you go<br />

Remember where epiphanies begin.”<br />

V<br />

The frozen track that guided me that night<br />

Has led me close to being overawed.<br />

I wasn’t spoiled for being spared the rod<br />

But try forgiving those their need to smite,<br />

Admitting grief instead of making light<br />

Of loved ones lying low beneath the sod.<br />

I’ve faced my demons (still denying God),<br />

Acknowledged wrongs and tried to make them right.<br />

I still wear scars from then upon my feet<br />

As evidence of my humility.<br />

I’ve learned a harder lesson, I would say,<br />

Than most of you should ever have to meet.<br />

At times I dream I’ve found tranquility.<br />

<strong>That</strong> peed advice rings truer every day.<br />

VI<br />

The child I was would never recognize<br />

The man I am, unless he heard my name.<br />

But then again our eyes would be the same,<br />

A truer blue than brilliant summer skies.<br />

I’d wonder what small part of him belies<br />

Assumption anyone could hope to tame<br />

His poet’s heart. It can’t be right to blame<br />

A wilder child like him not being wise.<br />

Does wisdom come with age To some extent.<br />

I’ve learned to quickly rise if I should fall,<br />

To bend my will to force before it breaks,<br />

And (short of being shod in wet cement)<br />

Rely upon myself when troubles call.<br />

The lessons learned from all my life’s mistakes.<br />

83

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