Happy birthday dad
Phillip Smith
October 13, 2011
Father
Twenty years ago.
What once was an
ant-hill sized sprout in its early phase, is now
a full-grown tree.
A tree thick with luscious, wide, dark green leaves
All comfortably nestled on 6 healthy branches,
He’s raised it nice and strong with the help of Mother Nature,
watering it every day, of every year.
He uproots his tree every so often to change the soil.
Even once from American to foreign.
He’s cultivated the ground for his tree,
without having, or
needing an example.
Becoming a better provider than
his predecessor.
He’s cared for this tree all his life.
With the sun kneeling on the brim of his straw hat, he
Spends long laborious hours working to
keep his tree alive and well.
He keeps the branches trimmed when
they get disorderly.
And he tries to point them towards the daylight
When they’ve lost their direction.
The tree is thankful and feels the love of the man,
It’s father.
When he grows old,
the tree will graciously comfort the man
with its loving shadow.
a beautiful, strong, brick house.
with clean clear windows,
perfect for taking in the view.
and a nice
black rooftop.
outside
they walk past with
blind admiring eyes.
I may be a beautiful, strong
brick house.
but these termites weaken me.
Phillip Smith
September 19, 2011
Meal Time
Downhill I came, hungry, and yet not starved;
my adrenaline tank on E.
Feeling the wind gently pushing my back,
like God giving his child a gentle, encouraging nudge, saying
“Everything will be okay”. I let go.
Pushing off with one foot, the other hovered, anchored to the board.
Ears shut, nose shut, eyes shut, mind focus.
The trees, grass, people and pavement all disappear as I accelerate,
my heart accelerates.
I feel G-forces, pushing my body down into a tuck for more speed.
I feel God forces, alive is what I feel.
The body acts involuntarily. It knows what to do.
Swaying, carving right, and then left.
It’s getting ready to break free from the earth, to push past normal limits of physics.
Break traction, break friction and slide.
But I plummet farther than expected, the body made a mistake in its motions.
Roots ripped from their holds and launched forward,
crashing back to the earth from which the board I rode came from.
The collision forcing my ears open, nose open, eyes open again.
I sit there recollecting, trying to piece together the sequence of events that cut my ride short.
Still somewhat lingering between Wonderland and reality I get back to my feet,
grab my board, and make the walk back to the top.
I’m not yet full.
Changes
You may find many enemies on the road to self-discovery.
Ups and downs like country roads.
You experience delight, content,
and you get scratches and bruises.
Stumbling upon new hobbies and interests, you unlock the higher cabinets and closets of your thoughts.
Loosening the hinges, letting the information fall like dust to the bottom of your brain.
Scratches appear from digging in the dirt.
Rocks made of hard memories surface again, you
sift through thoughts and old emotions that you’ve tried to bury,
now looking for diamonds.
A couple memories mold themselves into mountains;
some larger than other. There’s no venturing around these
mental sky-scrapers that line your psyche.
They come crumbling down faster than they grew over the years.
Now you’re done with your metamorphosis, and
caterpillar ways no longer manage in butterfly days.
Friendly voices and brotherly love,
can become a foreign language,
uncommon sounds.
Dehydrated greetings become like ripe oranges,
juicy with feelings.
An old figure that was kept under crows feathers
of unfamiliarity, is now given light.
The seasons have changed and you along with it.
Phillip Smith
September 12, 2011
Boom.
boom, clack
boom…
Thunderous footsteps coming from a distance,
from mystical dragons and their keepers.
They sway through the dark, only to be seen when
they release their fire to the skies.
Dancing through smoke,
dragons dressed in autumn, and spring
Fangs white as cherry blossoms sewn in kimonos,
with eyes, so menacing, yet attracting,
they seem to grip your souls attention,
as if the dragons talons had a grasp on you,
leaving you breathless.
Majestic creatures,
weaving between the keepers and Taiko drums.
Boom, boom clack,
boom clack clack
Magical chants along with
shouts of endearment ,bellowed from the island residence and the Dragon keepers.
Incantations rang with the rhythm of the thunder,
as if to keep beasts tamed.
Viewing from a distance, on an island
within an island,
only being separated by the difference in tongues,
and the metal cage, sectioning off the land from itself.
I believed it was to keep the dragons out,
but oh how I wanted to break through the boundary and
roam with them, set a blaze the sounds of Nihon,
as the moon rose in the land of the rising sun.
Last night, while I lay thinking here,
some Whatifs crawled inside my ear
and pranced and partied all night long
and sang their same old Whatif song:
Whatif I’m dumb in school?
Whatif they’ve closed the swimming pool?
Whatif I get beat up?
Whatif there’s poison in my cup?
Whatif I start to cry?
…
I like this poem bc, it reminds you to dont worry about every little thing that may happen in the day, you cant control everything, so dont stress about every little thing, just let things happen as they are. things will work out :)
A kiss from my dearest lover can
Blow away the sands of time, and
Clocks will stop the ticking of their hands,
Dragging on time so I’ll forever be her man.
Every second of our days,
Freezes as our love moves in every way.
Giving into her seductive daze,
Hooks my heart in an addictive craze.
Intoxication of the sweetest kind,
Just melts my heart and blows my mind.
Kind hands catch the pieces left behind,
Letting me know she’ll always be mine.
Moonlight radiating from her eyes,
Nearly illuminate the stars and skies
Over thousands of miles of heartless lies,
Piled in the back of my mind with unseen cries.
Queen of my world and I’m the king of hers,
Remembering every turn, loving all her curves.
She knows my deepest valleys and all my nerves,
Together we built the bridge where our love transfers.
Unconditional love of the highest degree.
Valentine’s day is a normal day you see
When you have a love that exceeds the boundary
Xerox machines couldn’t duplicate her love for me.
Years go by but our love stays new,
Zenith never reached with my love for you.
my mind to my pen,
then my pen to my paper.
i pray that she will take me back,
and poetry persuades her.
i accept the wrongs that i havee done,
wait for her love forever more.
for every day that goes by,
forever open is my door
running on my minds track,
no signs of slowing down .
i wonder will she ever stop,
only she can change my frown.
wanting to go back,
but impossible to acheive.
because once you’ve done wrong,
its the consequence you must receive.
P.Smith II
A kiss from my dearest lover can
Blow away the sands of time, and
Clocks will stop the ticking of their hands,
Dragging on time so I’ll forever be her man.
Every second of our days,
Freezes as our love moves in every way.
Giving into her seductive daze,
Hooks my heart…
