Robert J Meyer Poems

Showering down an arc of meteors as it clacks across an off-kilter joint,
The 'L' grumbles above Lake Street,
Smearing early morning as the Kosher butchers trundle their loads up ramps into the hungering maw of road behemoths snoring in anticipation.
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I love those moments when everything goes fuzzy,
My Self steps out for a walk next to me as it gazes
Through my eyes, borrowed and so newly seeing.
The familiar takes on a foreign sheen,
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The blue bike
Framed around the proboscisian stump
Gives the hill a quizzical gaze,
A watch set upon the valley.
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One need not pin one's hopes on gravity.
Physics' magic may confirm the cataract
Booked by a gnarled elm and shredded pine
Midway up the mountain path.
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On this day that has lost its mindfulness
Of blossom and aromatic fecundity
Of casual life, splurging its vitality
On birdsong and squirrelish chatter,
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Interjection, interdiction,
It's negation and restriction
'Yond which one can never parry.
Never but to the contrary.
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I've found what's used to be of greater value.
The wear shows utility in function.
Tools that have stood the test of time
Are valued by the careful carpenter.
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You fumbled and I tangled my hand in your hair
And both of us showed our novice tendencies in our urgency
But that seemed no reason to balk at the precipice
Of our adolescent ardor in full potency.
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In a time of some reflection
Those who have gone before are called to mind.
The great and the forgotten,
The notorious, the angelic and the undistinguished -
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Something sacramental is stealing by
This night,
A night of quiet contemplation,
Of wonders often overlooked
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