Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: things
From: heath@gacvx1.gac.edu
Date: 27 Jul 92 04:17:10 -0600
Organization: Gustavus Adolphus College, St. Peter, Minnesota
Nntp-Posting-User: heath

I ran across this group and ended up spending an hour or so reading...
I 'spose I consider myself some sort of amateur poet, but who doesn't?
So I thought I would drop one or to and see what you all had to say...

_untitled_
open hours in my life spent
on a white sand shore watching
people float by
some pulled swiftly
though
fighting the current all the way
others struggling to
catch an easy ride
still more bob along
carelessly, content with the flow
and the current takes them
all along rapidly from its source
to its end
my hands bury themselves
in the sand at my sides
as the sun bathes me in heat
I breath in deeply
filling my lungs with rich clean air
hold it
and gently let out a sigh
my hair tossles about in the breeze 
when i stand and begin
skipping rocks across the river
to see the ripples that i make....

_Death of Comical Innocence_
Rest your small head against my shoulder.
It is best if you sleep now, little child.
Close your eyes to fantasy.
You see, this world has gone quite wild;
it maight be your only escape.
 For they have killed that Superman,
   buried him in his blood soaked cape,
     the Batman was committed,
       paranoid delusions, senile,
         and the Boy Wonder hung up his tights
           soon after the competency trial.
            Flash died last winter--
             the coronor said an O.D.
             a traffic accident claimed
             the Green Arrow, now an amputee
             Green Lantern turned yellow--
            of his own shadow, he is afraid;
           while Spiderman was gutshot,
         left to die by a thief in a raid.
       Wonder Woman is a housewife in Takoma
     with three children of her own,
   and failing as a professional wrestler,
 the Hulk turned gentle to the bone.
Fantasy's print has faded,
becoming yellowed, crisp and fragile
while reality's border increases
as your experience grows, minutes per mile.
Yes, little child, all the world's heroes
are tainted, dead or just gone,
and it is time I, too, retire, for in this cruel,
wild world, not even I, the Joker, wish to go on.

        _LOVE_
vile wretched beast come 
forth out of nightmares to hunt
me in day light waking.
You snet out your minions
to track and wound me.
Ah! how pure and gentle 
Cupid appears
until
the released arrow rips
my flesh and pierces my heart--
the cruel seed is planted.
But I had heard tales,
rumors of this type of threat
and prepared myself to fight
back, and, if not victor,
to make my defeat a costly one.
In an instant, I leapt forward, 
plucking the infant demon
from the sky.
I tore its wings off like 
a child playing with a fly
and splintered the arrows of doom.
Then with vengeance raged,
turned upon the evil runt
and crushed it to ethereal dust.
The wind swept it back to you.
With cold deliverance, I removed
the scarlet-covered metallic arrowhead
from hy heart, too late.  The wound
gaped.
Hesitating, I gave you what you wanted
before Time came 
and took ot from me.
I tore out my heart 
and the agony spread out
across my chest.  Upon this stake, 
I placed it with these scribblings 
for you to find.

And I smiled, knowing
you can never take anything from me
again, Love.


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well, that's some of it.... i'd appreciate some input. If you'd prefer
email, conley@mhd1.moorhead.msus.edu   
                                      heath is a candy bar,
                                             I'm
                                                Andy