photo: annapolis fence
There is much to see while walking around Annapolis. I found this fenced yard fascinating.
(c) 2017 douglas brent smith
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photo: bernie on the fan
Bernie on the fan. Just because.
(c) 2017 douglas brent smith
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poem: patiently
i want to read every book
touch every flower,
breathe in every mint aired aroma,
laugh at all of your jokes
over again
see all of your faces
trace the years between us and
smoothe the bumpy gaps
i want to bake a cake so big
it takes a lifetime to eat
and create a life so long
that all the cake is gone
i will have it, i will eat it.
i will treat it as your appetizer
for better (much better) days to come
and what you can't see now
in you in me in us in eternity
eternally waits,
patiently
for your discovery.
(c) 2017 douglas brent smith
touch every flower,
breathe in every mint aired aroma,
laugh at all of your jokes
over again
see all of your faces
trace the years between us and
smoothe the bumpy gaps
i want to bake a cake so big
it takes a lifetime to eat
and create a life so long
that all the cake is gone
i will have it, i will eat it.
i will treat it as your appetizer
for better (much better) days to come
and what you can't see now
in you in me in us in eternity
eternally waits,
patiently
for your discovery.
(c) 2017 douglas brent smith
photo: 2065 pennington road kitchen
Not sure when this was. It could have been 1978 but it could have been sooner. That's Tom's TV. He always sat close enough to frequently change the channel (except when Star Trek was on but even then, during the commercials) before most of us had a remote control. I don't think any of the kitchen chairs matched. It was, after all, basically a college place. Some of us just had a tough time leaving.
Not shown: a likely stack of dirty dishes and a very outdated small refrigerator.
poem: now
Tomorrow. Today. Yesterday.
Now.
Here we are. Right Now.
Now is the time
to move, to act, to play, to love, to discover
beyond previous intentions, expanded &
free
above invisible ceilings &
true to a dream
Now is the time for you.
and me
What will we do with it?
(c) 2014 douglas brent smith
Now.
Here we are. Right Now.
Now is the time
to move, to act, to play, to love, to discover
beyond previous intentions, expanded &
free
above invisible ceilings &
true to a dream
Now is the time for you.
and me
What will we do with it?
(c) 2014 douglas brent smith
Poem: who we are
who we really are is a frustrating secret
locked in chambers dark. filled with echoes
repeating what we've been told, taught, and sold
clicking away - vibrating in a pulse of rainfall
that we do not feel. Sopping, sobbing, wet.
who we really are eludes us every corner
ghostlike, shadow shrouded wispy drawn
sketched on page prepared but torn, tearful, and faded
dropping away - ringing in tones of tools
we can not carry. We touch nothing uninvited, withheld.
who we are is right there in front of us.
don't you see it?
(c) 2017 douglas brent smith
locked in chambers dark. filled with echoes
repeating what we've been told, taught, and sold
clicking away - vibrating in a pulse of rainfall
that we do not feel. Sopping, sobbing, wet.
who we really are eludes us every corner
ghostlike, shadow shrouded wispy drawn
sketched on page prepared but torn, tearful, and faded
dropping away - ringing in tones of tools
we can not carry. We touch nothing uninvited, withheld.
who we are is right there in front of us.
don't you see it?
(c) 2017 douglas brent smith
Poem: hole / under
she doesn't understand
my depression
hell,
i don't understand my
depression
do you understand
my depression?
does anyone understand
any
depression?
you grip you hold you bear you
breathe
and lurking with no trace of
humor
ready to pull relentlessly yet
teasingly provocative invitingly
suspenseful (oh my what is
this about maybe just LOOK at
it a little bit)
a little
is too much to digest
at once at all
i don't understand why she
doesn't understand isn't this
her kiss?
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(c) douglas brent smith
my depression
hell,
i don't understand my
depression
do you understand
my depression?
does anyone understand
any
depression?
you grip you hold you bear you
breathe
and lurking with no trace of
humor
ready to pull relentlessly yet
teasingly provocative invitingly
suspenseful (oh my what is
this about maybe just LOOK at
it a little bit)
a little
is too much to digest
at once at all
i don't understand why she
doesn't understand isn't this
her kiss?
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(c) douglas brent smith
topeka tollway
from the bizarre ensemble album Bizarre Universe!
i composed and recorded this in a hotel in topeka, ks after a long ride from someplace else.
hope you get where you're going tonight...
(c) 2017 douglas brent smith
i composed and recorded this in a hotel in topeka, ks after a long ride from someplace else.
hope you get where you're going tonight...
(c) 2017 douglas brent smith
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Here's a song for my favorite bulldog. I’m Just a Bulldog (Doug Smith) C F ...
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Love only begins to start when the easy part is over. -- douglas brent smith
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"Modern Arrangement" collage by douglas brent smith Created: 8 August 1980