Poem - On Truth

On Truth

Speak to me of truth.

Tell me the truth

Truly dear.

Oh that's a hard one

my darling

for what truths do you desire?

Is there a god?

Is there life after death?

Was JFK's assassination a conspiracy?

Or perhaps you desire the truth about yourself.

Are you special?

Are you talented?

Are you unique?

Are you loved?

The truth is:

The truth abides with you

and you alone

and with me

and me alone

and most certainly with Keats

and Keats alone.

" Beauty is truth, truth beauty,- that is all ye know on earth, and all ye need to know."

(c) GMK 3/2014

March Morning - Poems

morning, greyish, hints

a warm rain trying to fall

turning into spring

3/12/2014

g kotchish

happy birthday Dad

i see your wide sunny smile

happy where you are

3/12/2014

g kotchish

Poem - In Time

 In Time 

in 1000 years

3014

if numbers are still useful then

and used to measure time

America's legacy of slavery

1655 - 1865

210 years in duration

will have been forgotten

and may be only a footnote 

in some old book 

or redundant  digital device

and will no longer reside 

as a boil

ready to erupt 

just beneath our skins 

a factor coloring our encounters 

with each other

and if humans are alive

in 3014

and the world has progressed

and human civil rights

are preserved 

and furthered

and kindness and logic

rule

then we - the whites

will finally be freed

(c) GMK 3/2014

Richmond - A Poem

About the poem's inception and construction:

• This poem is in Choka form (alternating 5 and 7 syllables per line with the final line being 7 syllables) 

• We were asked to think of some trivial wish - something we would like to change and then pick 5 words/phrases from a box and used them in the poem.  After thinking of trivialities in my life like "I wish I could find a new pair of black cowboy boots, and "I wish I could find a good dentist" I landed upon "I wish I didn't have so much holding me in Richmond, Va.    
• The words I randomly selected were: custom fit, analyze, look up, dollar, relax

Here's the poem:   Richmond

richmond virginia

you've got a hold on me

i've tried to break free

but you keep pulling me back

i want to explore

i've longed for arizona

the shores of scotland

and the pacific northwest

the universe speaks

richmond virginia is home

custom fit for you

i've already analyzed pros and cons

here's the place to be

why do you say no and leave

don't fight me on this

see the dollars to be made

relax, look up, all is well

(c) GMK 2/2014