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POEMS IN A
by
Douglas L. Simmons
All material in this posting is copyright © 2004 by Douglas L. Simmons.
- A Friend Of Mine
A friend of mine,
just a friend of mine,
was trying to buy some kind of time.
A friend of mine,
just a friend of mine,
soon he'll be frying for some crime.
And looking back at Gungaden,
and all the days when men were men,
I'm glad I wasn't living then.
You're a deader man than I am, Gungaden.
Now, over the hills,
beyond the dales,
where only the tooth or nail prevails,
there stands a tower.
Been standing tall
for at least a week or two.
Yea, and every hour
a hero falls
lest the beasties feast on you.
A friend of mine,
just a friend of mine,
was trying to find his home.
A friend of mine,
just a friend of mine,
was crying to find he'd come back alone.
Well you got pain,
and you got sorrow,
and you gotta do it again
come tomorrow.
Shake your head
'cause you're in the red.
Make your bed, yea you're gonna need it,
'cause you're so well fed
you can't even hold your own eyelids up no more.
Grandpa's dead,
the kids are gone,
and they don't call you
'cause you got no phone.
Eight to five, eight to five.
Damn!
It's been so long
just to keep on being alive.
A friend of mine,
just a friend of mine,
was trying to keep from getting hung that way.
A friend of mine,
just a friend of mine,
he's dying, but you got your bills to pay.
Doug L.
April 7, 1974
Mainz, Germany
-
After
Oh and I've been
wasted,
it was so hard to
come down.
All my visions,
like the oceans, only
die here on
the ground.
The shadows can not
hide me,
the clouds have rained
away,
and the sunlight burns
the water from
my eyes.
Doug L.
June 7, 1973
Mainz, Germany
-
Along The Ways
Lost, and looking through the lights.
Looking for whet I might
find of you along this way.
Time, oh love now I understand,
now that I can
reach it with my hand.
Days we had to play,
years that then
could only waste away.
And now I have the time
that I must pay.
The taste of you
is bitter in this way.
Reaching for someone
who is not there,
the pain of loving one
who can not care.
And you, the only
gladness ever shared,
still warm me now
much more than the cloths I wear.
I can't even hold our tears
we have cried them all away,
and they dry up on our years. Years,
if only we could live them, just today.
Dreams are all shadowed to our eyes,
seems they've all filtered down to lies.
Lost, oh love it isn't right
tossed into the night.
Reflection of our days
light the ruin of us
along the ways.
Doug L.
December 15, 1973
Mainz, Germany
-
Another Land
Take my hand.
Lead me through
another land
you told me of
when we were young
and so in love.
And I was loving you.
Doug L.
Hammond, Indiana
Late Sixty's
-
Another Time
I found her
on a cement walk,
dancing down
a board of chalk.
Younger then.
Thinking I was older.
Oh, and now remembering,
a hell of a whole lot bolder.
When life was still
a forever thing,
yet to find all
of sorrow it brings.
Knew and loved her,
then too fast
leaving her
with the rest of the past.
Now she is there
years behind.
I know again
I'll never find
another time
and all of love,
another time
I'm thinking of.
Doug L.
29 July 1972
Mainz, Germany
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