Poetry Scraps Saved

9-4-07  Jason Tribute   Buried in a junk pile   His former existence    Cries for redemption          Like many souls wandering    Long before him   No justice is revealed.          The haze may soon clear   But no peace survives   A silent tragic emptiness.                    9-4-07   Nothingness      Scratch numbers     Disregard letters     Dust covers up     Past thoughts     Deftly added     Wordy confusion     Carefully scented      Covering nothingness.                     9-4-07   Lines Crossed     Foggy mountain morning     brings a breakdown of sight     No two hour delay to help     World weary travelers.          Postponed advancement     Freezes computer students     Blue glare stares blindly     No place to go, without shutdown.                    2-19-07    Cyberspace Man     Call dial up connection     Volume on welcome     View e-mails, delete     Sign off, shut down     Blank screen with only     Recorded music background      Fade to nap time      All passes by quickly.                2-19-07   Passing Cat Thoughts     Funny how poems     Slip away inkily     Cats roll across     Floors stealthily     Preying upon passersby     As thoughts preserve.                  7-22-07 Voids     Collapsed laughter     Propels tidal waves     Wandering aimlessly     Around creative processes     Validating memories     Universally transmitted     Across empty circuits     Left to be reclaimed.                    7-11-07     Out There     Thought drought    leaves us wordless     Sniffing stale air     Humidly stifled.          Our idiosyncrasies     Balanced against     creative essence     Of internal turmoil.               We had our 32nd anniversary yesterday.   Gloria and Mario are still here as they came for Lisa nd Tim"s wedding.  They are leaving today so last night we had chili dogs over to Ybarra's.   Luke is taking 3 classses at LCC and Phillip started school Tuesday and likes most of his classes.   On 7-5-07 Cyril McGuire died, he had been president of Local 652 and lived 3 houses from me on St. Joseph St.    His family was the first blacks to move on the 1500-1600 block in the fall of 1958 and by 1960 there were only a handful of whites.   I went to his son Kent's birthday party and I shoveled their drive way once.  Later in life when Cyril was our union president he came late at night to the hall as we were there protesting an unfair issue concerning change over job assignments.  He was a good and well respected man who worked hard for justice for all.