Gray's World - Poetry

POETRY

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Below is a list of poetry that my guests have considered worthy of or relevant to this site. Each poem was either selected or written personally and e-mailed to me by them.
- ANY poem written by my friends is considered worthy of this site.

	Apologia Pro Vita Sua - Submitted by Patrik (Azul) Schnider, written by Charles Wright
	Untitled - Written and submitted by Maddy Wilson
	I'm my own grandpa - Submitted by Vince Patterson
	The Man In The Glass - Submitted by Vince Patterson, written by Ann Landers
	Untitled - Written and submitted by Jennifer Freeman

Apologia Pro Vita Sua - part poem from Black Zodiac

How like the past the clouds are,
Building and disappearing along the horizon,
Inflecting the mountains,
laying their shadows under our feet.

For us to cross over on.
Out of their insides fire falls, ice falls,
What we remember that sill remember us,
earth and air fall.

Neither, however, can resurect or redeem us,
Moving, as both must, ever away toward opposite corners.
Neither has been where we are going,
bereft of an attitude.

(Charles Wright)

Untitled

Alas upon a solem node of time
I barked goodbye
With minds dispersed
no talks transpired
until thine masters
fell to the net
and notted lines unravelled.

(Maddy Wilson)

I'm my own grandpa - The Oedipus Complex

Many many years ago when I was twenty three,
I got married to a widow who was pretty as could be.

This widow had a grown-up daughter Who had hair of red.
My father fell in love with her, And soon the two were wed.

This made my dad my son-in-law And changed my very life.
My daughter was my mother, For she was my father's wife.

To complicate the matters worse, Although it brought me joy.
I soon became the father Of a bouncing baby boy.

My little baby then became A brother-in-law to dad.
And so became my uncle, Though it made me very sad.

For if he was my uncle, Then that also made him brother
To the widow's grown-up daughter Who, of course, was my step-mother.

Father's wife then had a son, Who kept them on the run.
And he became my grandson, For he was my daughter's son.

My wife is now my mother's mother And it makes me blue.
Because, although she is my wife, She's my grandma too.

If my wife is my grandmother, Then I am her grandchild.
And every time I think of it, It simply drives me wild.

For now I have become The strangest case you ever saw.
As the husband of my grandmother, I am my own grandpa!!

Guy Lombardo (Originally written by Dwight Latham and Moe Jaffe)
A little background on The Oedipus Complex.

The Man in the Glass

When you get what you want in your struggle for self,
And the world makes you king for a day,
Just go to the mirrow and look at yourself,
And see what that man has to say.

For it isn't your father or mother or wife,
Whose judgement upon which you must pass.
The fellow whose verdict counts most in your life,
Is the one staring back from the glass.

Some people might think you're a straight-shootin' chum,
And call you a wonderful guy,
But the man in the glass says you're only a bum,
If you can't look him straight in the eye.

He's the fellow to please, never mind all the rest,
For he's with you clear up to the end.
And you've passed your most dangerous, difficult test,
If the guy in the glass is your friend.

You may fool the whole world down the pathway of years,
And get pats on the back as you pass.
But your final reward will be heartaches and tears,
If you've cheated the man in the glass.

(Ann Landers)

Untitled

'Twas a fleeting moment that recurred
Throughout eternity
When the innocent flesh was unknowingly gird
With masculinity.
And the pure blue sea in peaceful nest
Loving good,
Begot thrashing waves of deep unrest:
Womanhood.

Time played no role in this scene of life;
The hourglass froze.
Two hearts were pierced with the goddess' knife;
The sun of love arose.
Blinded eyes from the brilliance of pain
Irresistibly absorbed,
Dove into each other and drank the rain,
Growing increasingly morbid.

Their pupils beat on singular drum;
Temperature mounted.
Their fingers trembled, their lips grew numb
For seconds uncounted.
Then logic took over and reason spurred
The split of this entity.
'Twas a fleeting moment that recurred
Throughout eternity.

By Jennifer Kay Freeman

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