While in Beijing

A goofy poem I wrote on my travels

Wide eyes I see, not figuratively

As they fall upon a dancing fool

Sweating out his feelings

And all his pain

Into a long abandoned swimming pool.

 

But thankfully I am settling

In what I would call a crazy place

With the help of friends and family

And hot familiar water

Upon my troubled face

 

But lightly I do now proceed

As I love life tremendously

Without worry and hopefully

Without my enemy

Anxiety

 

..

 

Hakuna Matada I will repeat

Despite my growing amnesties

I am not perfect yet obviously

There is no end to my humility

 

After all of life’s continuous defeats

I will walk forward

Upon my own remaining

two feet

 

I will endure as I always have

And grow from what I am now a smallish lad

To an even bigger stronger man

a feat I'm capable

I know I am

 

In the words of my godfather

 

"To Fall and Fly Again"

 

Words Daedalus

Would have told his son

If he had not flown

Too close to the Sun.

 

I myself know Icarus

As my own misfortune

Is ridiculous

 

However I am still with my life

Despite the pain and constant sting

Despite my flying with only one wing

 

Devotion is now the key

To finding life’s prosperity

 

And understanding of the mind

Never hesitating to be kind

As in life we are all unable

To hit the button called rewind

 

A button I often wish to press

When crossing in much distress

 

My own crudely established

Social lines

Of which I struggle

To define

Reviews

[William Michael Reeves]

Oh good! I can review this. I just pikked at a few ooks and was disappointed I couldn't leave thoughts. This was an excellent poem. Loved the stanza about knowing Icarus and ridiculous misfortune. The owl was good too. In the most recent poem you posted, (my mind has already lost the title) I felt I was reading about the transformation alcohol can create in personality.

I'll be pikking at the ooks. Hope they don't bleed!

[William Michael Reeves]

Oh, I lost the title. But found ... it.

[Ookpik]

Hah! You went all the way back to the work that I find embarrassing - the nudie pics from my childhood that are hard to look at, but that I keep for my mother's sense of posterity.

I was pretty naïve, then, the owl one I wrote at 14. But they're public so feel free to pick all you like.

-Ook

[William Michael Reeves]

Cool! I only went back to 18 as far as my earliest posted poem. Nothing embarrassing about it. The poetic journey intensifies in practice and experience. Ok, I'll try to make a habit of picking at Ooks. Better get a winner!

Billigami