Posted by admin on April 2, 2011
A piece of my soul trickles out in words;
A piece of my heart-glowing images
Rolls out steadily to eyes and tongues.
Are these, my hopes, only strange mirages?
Not just a thought, not just a weary wish,
But a portion of essence fall, draining
From inside out to divine consciousness.
Desire of will on Another raining.
Not to compel, not to hurt, push or drive,
These storied wants call outward to be heard
By, for and through all who are alive.
Is such rash, full egotism absurd?
A piece of my mind, not unkind dribbles
Like pudding on a paper plate, waiting
For a child to choose the thought and nibble.
By hearing, by thinking, that child changes.
Be good; be kind; find peace; give love; rewind
The awkward moments that led your soft ear
To this gentle page’s useless, baseless lines.
Answers to deep mysteries wait elsewhere.
The stifled voice that calls incessantly
Seeks change but lacks potency to create
Better; it whispers warmly, fervently.
The hearers do not listen; they berate.
In an hour will these lines matter?
Can one human voice begin to alter
The threads of humanity’s set pattern?
Posted by admin on September 25, 2009
sparse words on bare
lines
seem a fraud
to the quick machinations of the mind
a skeleton
whose bones curl
at the smell of heavily versed
morality
but dead words
often hit the blunt truth
behind many thought’s thick
flesh
Posted by admin on August 14, 2009
Hasty words, pasty words
Sounding on my head.
Sprung about
By hateful elves
To disquiet the thoughts of men.
Soft words, kind words
Bouncing on my ears.
Wrung out forcefully
Thru training
Of long and tearful years.
Other words, smother words
Neither here nor there.
Filling up vacant days
Like vacuums
Piling polluted airs.
Posted by admin on July 15, 2009
I write a couple of blogs in addition to this one. This blog is my favorite as I include the information that is most important to me and I get to share my most creative stuff. Sometimes, however, it can be pretty tough to find inspiration to keep putting out any kind of post let alone publish anything of quality 3 times each week.
The great thing about this, however, is that I have learned to find inspiration from just about everything around me. I wrote a poem about chewing gum because I asked my 4 year old daughter what I should write about. She has an obsession about gum and made her suggestion.
I can’t say that every poem I write is a masterpiece. There are those that I love more than others. There are stories that I enjoy more than others, and I don’t always have time to work on the latest chapter of my novel, but I have learned to take nearly any topic or thought and turn it into a poem or a string of sentences that I am willing to share with the public.
Inspiration can be found in any tangible object, or in a strand of conversation. A song on the radio. A news broadcast. The people in our lives – especially friends and family. All of these make good topics for poetry and stories. The trick is looking closely enough at the world to care enough about it to write.
Posted by admin on June 26, 2009
The end has a twist, like lemon.
The middle is voluptuous,
however you spell it. Tastes
like grapes, the purple kind.
The beginning is quaint like
little log cabins, but stronger
and more entertaining. needs
spice, ginger, it smells the
best. But not too much, after
all this is light reading and sweets
will spoil your diet.
Posted by admin on June 17, 2009
Poetry is not inside. I
Write, true, but
Fiction comes too strong. the
Meter is wrong. I death a
Metaphor, I don’t know.
Climax is not dying, nor do I wish a
Character so dark. The heart’s
Image wants to be good, but the
Symbol is bad.
Posted by admin on May 6, 2009
Mechanics help you out
when you’re stuck and can’t move the
tool you have. You just start where
you are and go ’till you can’t and
when you are done you usually
have something other people can relate
to a little and we call it
poetry.
But if you can’t do mechanical things
then open yor heart and
Spread out your wings
To the thoughts of the sky blue above
The rhythm of water in strands
Far awy, of people falling in love
And we will also call it
Poetry.
Posted by admin on February 6, 2009
Reflections of teh pen as I write.
No simile, just light.
Bouncing back to me and you,
Filling ever joyful our view.
Mirror senses on shining steel.
Smiling as I write.
Posted by admin on February 4, 2009
No!
I said no!
Go to hell.
get out of here.
I will not.
You idiot!
Just go away.
From the door
he speaks.
Are you done now?
Can I come in
Is it safe?
Will I still hurt?
Will you ever agree?
And sees.
I’m sorry,
I didn’t mean it that way.
You have a point.
Don’t go.
You’re right.
Please forgive me.
It will never happen again.
But it happens again.
Copyright 2008 Kelly David Tolman
Posted by admin on January 30, 2009
Some things are not right.
Avoid them to be happy.
Simple words for simple people.
Words from men who lived God’s way.
Men whose church had no steeple,
But knew to miss to road that’s straight.
Temptations come by day and night.
Avoid them to be happy.
Simple words from those who know
The darkness that follows sin.
Words to help others grow
Without bringing more darkness in.
Many things will help give life.
Do them to be happy.
Words from great biographies
Built around lives of work
To rewrite world histories;
Words that change other words.
Good deeds make people bright.
Do them to be happy.
Words of common sense
Buried in the souls of men,
Words of hard earnestness,
Written to change the hearts of men.
Copyright 2008 Kelly David Tolman
