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Original Poems

Journal, Pen and Mug

The poems and lyrics included here have been written in the 21st Century. They are presented without context or unifying theme, other than my own halting pen, eclectic interests and prodigal nature.

Many, though by no means all, of them were written using Burroughs' cut-up technique, which is one of my favorite tools for getting my ego out of the way of the creative energy.

Family Medical History

Brian K. Noe · November 18, 2021 ·

I hate to break it to you
But you probably ought to know

Death runs in our family

It’s what got my mom
and my dad
And all of my grandparents, too
Even Grandpa’s second wife

It’s actually a little unsettling
That so many
in our family
Have succumbed to this

It doesn’t seem to matter
How much exercise we get
Or our diets
Or whether or not we’re wealthy

Death just seems
to run in our family

Filed Under: Poetry

larry hart

Brian K. Noe · May 2, 2021 ·

you were as witty
and urbane
as cole porter
and ten times as cynical

i was reading
schopenhauer
last night
zip
i’m a heterosexual

i wish i could have found you
wandering the streets
of the city
drunk
soaked
bewitched, bothered and bewildered

before the pneumonia took hold
and your book ended

Filed Under: Poetry Tagged With: Original Poems

Inversion

Brian K. Noe · January 8, 2021 ·

cross of living wood
man suspended in time
serene saint
martyr
bound and unrestricted
in this hanging
the man is the tree

root moves to the top
at the first inversion
all is brighter now

release the expected pattern to see
the hidden pattern
of the Universe
fall into alignment
dive into resonance
surrender to harmony

flow

Filed Under: Poetry Tagged With: Original Poems, Surrender, Tarot, The Hanged Man

Girl With Her Back To Me

Brian K. Noe · December 8, 2020 ·

We were touring
the little Crackerjack Palace
Where I was raised

We were talking with my mother
Who has been dead for 26 years

She was carved out of wood for the occasion
She held a little baby of blue

You two seemed to know each other well
Talking like old friends and rivals
Have you ever met?

It was just like you
understood
Each Other

Looks like you’ve got a little hostage there

Don’t let Erwin stray too far

I have
Always been
Faithful
to
You

It’s 4 AM
You are snoring gently
You are warm like my mother was

I feel
Safe

Filed Under: Poetry Tagged With: Dreams, Love, Memory, Mother, Wife, Woman

Dying Words

Brian K. Noe · November 24, 2020 ·

Through all of the roses
And all of the dead ends
In one back yard after another

You just didn’t care

Quite enough

Dying words
“If you leave me now we’re through.”

He would have hurt you anyway.

Filed Under: Poetry Tagged With: Dreams, Poems, Poetry, Roses

The Question of Distributing

Brian K. Noe · November 20, 2020 ·

Oh receiver of alms
Charity Receiving once toward home
home
justice
didn’t it symbolize home

I though clean
arrived with not a conflicted
abandoned
world
distributing a drop
a guise
the hand immaculately describes a path
something was on the left
Justice observed
alms point the circumstances

we kept down now
each perhaps disappeared
save This person
I was upset about
the question of distributing
I continued walking

Filed Under: Poetry Tagged With: Ambiguity, Burroughs, Charity, Cut-Up Technique, Paradox, Poems, Poetry, Poverty, Tarot, Wealth

A Look In The Mirror

Brian K. Noe · November 13, 2020 ·

I turn away

Mirror, you misunderstand
You cast me in a bad light

Not I, this coarse beast

This ugliness is the fault of my
Children
My spouse
My circumstances

The wounds
The suffering
Are justified

I am not the one who needs to change

Filed Under: Poetry

Contingency

Brian K. Noe · October 12, 2020 ·

he said
“i’m not litigious”
and kept a straight face
and so i felt a little bad
choking back a chortle
“when people are injured
they deserve compensation”
simple as that
fairness
justice
and a one-third contingency

Filed Under: Poetry

Here’s What Happened

Brian K. Noe · October 12, 2020 ·

frankly
it’s none of your god-damned business

and it was a long time ago

but if you must know

i could no longer endure
the sight of her
nor the sound of one more lazy
ignorant
word

i cried for help

and she slept right through it

when it was time to wake up

Filed Under: Poetry

In The Rainsong

Brian K. Noe · February 10, 2020 ·

When the dawn breaks
And the day begins
With your first breath
You will know me

I am rain song
I am turning twig
I am blood and stone
I am journey’s rest

In the rainsong
In the stillness
In the stillness
In the stillness

In the stillness
You will know me
With each new breath
In the stillness

I am star dust
I am circles
I am humming
All around you

I am hiding
In a moonbeam
In the stillness
I will find you

I am lambs’ tears
I am barleycorn
I am mother’s milk
I am broken

I am hopes and fears
I am things to come
I am in the cards
They do not see me

Will you see me?
In the stone and fire
In the tears and mud
In the daybreak

In the rain song
In the lamb’s tear
In your last breath
In the morning

In the stillness
In the stillness
In the stillness…

Filed Under: Poetry Tagged With: Lyrics, Song Lyrics

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