My Journey as a Poet



The Beginning of My Journey as a Poet – part 1

I took writing poetry seriously in the summer of 1992 and by early fall one of my poems, “I Be a Bad Dude” was published by Catalyst Literary magazine.

The writing and the preparation prior to receiving the acceptance letter marked the beginning of my journey as a poet. 

During that summer of ’92, I wrote and wrote and wrote poetry.  One of those summer nights I walked into my little apartment in the throes of rage.  I’d just finished confronting a young man who was disrespecting his parents by cussing in their presence and threatening violence towards them.  I intervened and we went to blows.  No one lost.  No one won but after we both rose up from the floor, he walked away just like a bully does when confronted.  

(to be continued next post..,)

“My Journey as a Poet” is the series I plan to blog about during this Summer’s posting season,

I PICKED UP MY PEN AND STARTED WRITING

I PICKED UP MY PEN AND STARTED WRITING

laid aside my swords and my guns
purchased a choir robe
donned a shepherd’s mantle
filled my scabbards with papyrus
filled my sheaths with scrolls
washed away my bloodlust
made peace my motto
made peace my song

then i picked up a pen and started writing

i wrote poems, prose and memoirs
i wrote short stories, and stories long
i wrote about anger, i wrote about injustice
and i wrote about righting wrongs,
but something wasn’t quite right
so i laid my pen down
picked up my glasses
placed the frames upon my eyes
and began to read

i read books, i read journals
i read magazines, i read ezines
i read online, i read offline
i read encyclopedias, i read dictionaries
i read fiction, i read non-fiction
i read poetry, i read prose
i read while hungry, i read while sleepy
i read after midnight, i read before dawn
and before the day was done
i journeyed

i journeyed on trains, ships and planes
i crossed state lines, i traversed provinces
i island hopped, cut straits, scaled plateaus
i jumped from peninsula to peninsula
empire to empire
commonwealth to commonwealth
continent to continent

finally after many years, after many days
after many hours, after many moments
i closed the covers of my journals, my zines
my hardbacks, my paperbacks
i landed on the shores of my desk
where the scabbards of my papyrus
and the sheaths of my scrolls lay
i pulled a sheet from the leather casing

and i picked up my pen and started writing

I Picked Up My Pen and Started Writing

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I PICKED UP MY PEN AND STARTED WRITING

laid aside my swords and my guns
purchased a choir robe
donned a shepherd’s mantle
filled my scabbards with papyrus
filled my sheaths with scrolls
washed away my bloodlust
made peace my motto
made peace my song

then i picked up a pen and started writing

i wrote poems, prose and memoirs
i wrote short stories, and stories long
i wrote about anger, i wrote about injustice
and i wrote about righting wrongs,
but something wasn’t quite right
so i laid my pen down
picked up my glasses
placed the frames upon my eyes
and began to read

i read books, i read journals
i read magazines, i read ezines
i read online, i read offline
i read encyclopedias, i read dictionaries
i read fiction, i read non-fiction
i read poetry, i read prose
i read while hungry, i read while sleepy
i read after midnight, i read before dawn
and before the day was done
i journeyed

i journeyed on trains, ships and planes
i crossed state lines, i traversed provinces
i island hopped, cut straits, scaled plateaus
i jumped from peninsula to peninsula
empire to empire
commonwealth to commonwealth
continent to continent

finally after many years, after many days
after many hours, after many moments
i closed the covers of my journals, my zines
my hardbacks, my paperbacks
i landed on the shores of my desk
where the scabbards of my papyrus
and the sheaths of my scrolls lay
i pulled a sheet from the leather casing

and i picked up my pen and started writing

Today’s Poetry Post

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I PICKED MY PEN AND STARTED WRITING

i laid aside my swords and i sold my guns
i purchased a choir robe
i donned mantles of shepherds
peace now my motto, peace now my song

i picked up a pen and started writing
i wrote poems, prose and memoirs
then i laid the pen down
something wasn’t quite right
i picked up my glasses
and i began to read

i read books, i read journals
i read magazines, i read ezines
i read online, i read offline
my appetite was voracious
i read before dawn, i read after midnight
and then i journeyed

i journeyed on trains, ships and planes
i crossed state lines, i traversed provinces
i island hopped, i jumped
from continent to continent
finally after many years, after many days
after many hours, after many moments
i closed the covers of my books, my journals, my zines
and laid them down

and i picked up my pen and i began to write again

I Picked Up My Pen and I Started Writing

image

I PICKED UP MY PEN AND STARTED WRITING

i laid aside my swords and i sold my guns
i purchased a choir robe
i donned mantles of shepherds
peace now my motto, peace now my song

i picked up a pen and started writing
i wrote poems, prose and memoirs
then i laid the pen down
something wasn’t quite right
i picked up my glasses
and i began to read

i read books, i read journals
i read magazines, i read ezines
i read online, i read offline
my appetite was voracious
i read before dawn, i read after midnight
and then i journeyed

i journeyed on trains, ships and planes
i crossed state lines, i traversed provinces
i island hopped, i jumped
from continent to continent
finally after many years, after many days
after many hours, after many moments
i closed the covers of my books, my journals, my zines
and laid them down

and i picked up my pen and i began to write again