thunder over the cliff
it's such a ruckus you never can miss
selling rain for a nickel and a dollar a kiss
step right over the peak
douglas brent smith
about you
something sincere about you
nurtures honesty
open; childlike, free
so few ever knew
such fearless listening
something warm about you
presses the passion in me
with clenching senses, loving
exceeding even love
something radiant within you
soothingly sends comfort
assurance, confidence, calm
distinctively grounded with you
only you
so much special in total about you
levels beyond my understanding
but firmly with the grasp
of my appreciation and wonder and awe
not on a pedestal
something removed from any gaze
unassailably you
douglas brent smith
consolation
let's hear it for sublimation
the savior of Freudian man
what we're lacking in sex
we can use in subtext
to create an artistic piece
let's cheer for our insomnia
the sour grapes of night
when we can't close our eyes
we'll create a surprise
a fine aesthetic feast
hooray for our anxiety
motivation for modern souls
when we all get the shakes
we/ve got what it takes
to seek a constructive release
let's celebrate our problems
even as we sing the blues
up or out it's a turn
so we might as well learn
the best direction to choose
douglas brent smith
a few changes
you can't explain the way
things want to turn out
it won't help to turn them
repeatedly about
all we can do now
is move with the turns
and if we're really up to it
we live, we love, we learn
douglas brent smith
forgotten melody
mirrors on the fallen snow
reflecting where you'd like to go
and what you'd be if you could know
the narrative that makes it so
windows in the sky with eyes
exposing soporific lies
and passionless dramatic sighs
whispering goodbye
there's no fortune bright enough to make you
and there's no moonbeam light enough to take you
or any hammer strong enough to break you
unless you start it all alone
doors that lead to empty rooms
welcoming as wood tombs
promising the end of gloom
not all what you'd assume
douglas brent smith 1974/2023
missing some
as most ends will see
all ends will be
as the darkness covers you
the nightfall sets you free
free when you'e glistening
clenched as i'm listening
to your many timbres toning
replies to our inquiries
coherent co-developed
carefully enveloped
touched with out finger prints
missing annotations
douglas brent smith
squeeze
i just remembered you
and then us and then then and
then as quick it was gone
what were you saying?
douglas brent smith 29 January 2023
dry
the rain doesn't touch me
i'm too intent on dreaming
will you come along?
douglas brent smith 9 December 1973
Two
there is so much breathing
to share
live, create, feel, hold, release . . .
wanting so much to touch
this small soulful love
who already touched first
1973
Miniature
i became aware of
the poetry of existance
and of the artistry of
her voice
of her thin, gentle fingers and
the honesty of her eyes
1973
Wordless
when a friendship
grows deeper
and the desire for sharing
each and every moment
lasts
behind the level of acquaintance
the need to touch
grows stronger
tastefully (if allowed) space
to hold (carefully) emotions
silently
when words are not enough
. . . because
. . . words are never enough . . .
12/73
Give Me Your Brain
Note: I once wrote a play called "The Great Brain Robbery." This poem is from that period of time, in 1973, when I thought some things were much funnier than I do now. And, the basic premise of the play, that we are unconsciously surrendering our brains, still holds up.
Give Me Your Brain
you're certainly a silly one
afraid to give a brain
the whole world's grabbing for it
release it while you're sane
we need a brain like yours to use
in service to our cause
it won't help you once you're crazy
filled with riddles and with flaws
you're no Einstein nor a Curie
just a normal filled with fury
you're no Jesus why not please us
give that brain away
such a silly greedy one
clutching to your head
all your brain cells added up
won't matter when you're dead
give me your brain
it's not so much
a sibling cerebral skunk crutch
let it go now in this exchange
give me oh give me hey give me your brain
sensible
if a circle is
really a series of
triangles
how can we ever
expect to
make any sense
out of any
thing at all?
3 January 2023
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