The RetroLounge Daily Poem Thread (Tue 9/19/06)

[RetroLounge]

Belief Systems

I don't believe in god but
I believe in you.
I believe the world spins
and that if you step on a crack
you break your mother's back.
I believe I broke my mother's heart
when I left my wife and
that there was a crack in the world
that I fell in when my mother died.
I believe if you find a penny
and pick it up
that all the day you'll have good luck.

I believe that this is a sad, sad world.
That men pushing shopping carts loaded
up with seven up cans is not
good.
That I have been a cruel and selfish
fool and that if god could see;
if he could reach out.
He would touch me,
and I believe the touch of god
is the rough heave of waves
on a thousand storm tossed seas.
I believe the gold spire of NY Life
is wrapped in dense fall clouds.
That taxis come and go and try
as I might I can't
make them stop for me.
This is world of loss.
Of cracks stepped on so often
the mother of god
can't stop weeping.
I believe I've stepped on a crack.
I believe I'm wrong
too often and I believe
I've got a long walk home from here.
I believe that I believe
in too little too late and
that somewhere in New York City
you can walk on a street that's lit
just a little by that light from that
huge golden spire.
I believe that's you walking down that street.
I believe that I'm lost
and its dark.

Jack Wiler


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RL

If you have a request for a certain Poet, post their name in the thread and I will find a poem by them and post it...

if you want to see some of my poetry, see the blog at:
http://www.myspace.com/retropaul

[tinfoil tiaras]

1. Interestingggg

A very troubled supersticious person is speaking with great symbolism.... i like it. :D

[RetroLounge]

:hi:

RL

[Callalily]

2. Sort of the way

I'm feeling right now.

I believe that I'm lost
and its dark.

:hi:

[RetroLounge]

3. ...

:hug:

He would touch me,
and I believe the touch of god
is the rough heave of waves
on a thousand storm tossed seas.


RL

[wildhorses]

4. very nice. I especially like the last:

that somewhere in New York City
you can walk on a street that's lit
just a little by that light from that
huge golden spire.
I believe that's you walking down that street.
I believe that I'm lost
and its dark.


somehow, in the darkness I hope that he turns the corner and the light from the golden spire falls gently on his face and his hope restored.

[RetroLounge]

5. "falls gently on his face and his hope restored"

That's a very nice image. Thanks!

:hi:

RL

[wildhorses]

7. oh, you are welcome!!

I like to read the poems you post and see if I can walk down the road with the poet and see if I understand the way he is going. Sometimes, I think I catch a glimpse:shrug:

I am SO proud and happy for you RL!!!:hug:

You are my HERO:loveya:

[CaliforniaPeggy]

8. Good morning, my dear RetroLounge.........

Ah, this is a sad little poem.......

But I still like it.......

He describes so perfectly his inner landscape........

Very poignant, IMHO....

The last two lines brought me up short......

...I believe that I'm lost
and its dark.

Thank you for this poem, and for all of them, sweetie.......


:hug:

[RetroLounge]

9. My Dear CP

It is my pleasure to post these every day.

I feel like part of the community by doing it...

:hug:

RL

[graywarrior]

10. I dig that poem....I coulda written it.

My psyche got cracked open about a month ago and I've been off and running since. But, like Leonard said. "there's a crack, a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in."



Went to yourspace, dude. You never cease to amaze me. You totally rock.

[RetroLounge]

11. Thanks...

I'm glad someone followed the link to MySpace...

My Psyche got cracked open also, and the light shone thru...

:hi:

RL

[graywarrior]

12. Retro & Gray: Twin Flames

[RetroLounge]

13. Burning Brightly...

:hug:

RL

[graywarrior]

14. .