Who I Am

Some friends on a Harry Potter forum last year asked me to create a poem to celebrate the birthday of Alan Rickman (the actor who plays Severus Snape). Here is the poem I ended up producing. I dreamt I went mushroom hunting I passed through the looking glass Fell down the rabbit hole And began to hear whispers there about the snark I wanted to find one, While hunting, I stumbled upon an outdoor party With a cake light and frothy Many unusual creatures having grand fun The world below is strange Colors vibrate; thoughts become real I met a hatter--mad, deranged He stole my heart; he made me feel He invited me to a private tea Even though I'm from the U.S. Asked me to watch his billowing vestments Left out in the breeze He sat down and read to me In a voice that stroked my head Words taking flesh Unadulterated glee I wished I could stay But he quickly whisked away As he was late for a very important date Suddenly, I was awake All that's left now are memories Silver images on the ...

I'm a Harry Potter fan and this is a poem that I had a great deal of fun doing. It's far more light-hearted than just about any other poem I've ever written. Again, this one was written awhile ago like all I've posted today and many others on here. I'm going to add dates to all of these once I get off my lazy bum to look them up from my forum for the post dates. I wish I could snore like Dumbledore In his study at night He's sleeping soundly Muttering loudly About socks I wish I could see like Trelawney She's up in the heavens above Looks more like a bug than a dove Peering into her crystal ball Predicting danger for us all I wish I could fly like Harry Spinning around on a broom Whoosh, zing, zoom Halfway up to the moon Even if some wizards think he's a loon I am glad I'm not like Voldemort He's too tall; I'm short I wouldn't want to be feared Everyone calling me other names Running quickly away I wish I could meet Severus Snape I reall...

We are each of us born with a purity of spirit No baggage to weigh down our claim Bright eyes to a golden flame The world open wide: Nothing to fear in it When does our innocence wane? The first day we hear our parents yell at each other The first cruel words said from a lover In our school days, when a bully calls us a name Our soul slowly rips and hides for cover The negative forces gather in droves Filling our heart with lost hopes Telling us we'll never be a good father or mother Despair becomes a slippery slope Falling further and further from our beginning Dark clouds, loneliness winning Finally, our depression makes us no better than Merope We can no longer stop our sinning We give our soul away forever Believe we deserve no better Our life out of control, spinning Once we recognize these cruel fetters Dampened eyes cleared from numerous tears Our thoughts wiped clean from our fears We can redeem our past from all debtors Slowly, we can rise to face our peers Repair our batt...

Will you love me in the morning As you did softly in the night Listening as the rain drops were pouring Holding me tight Where did the magic go I felt the enchantment pull me along Knowing another's soul Is what we did so wrong? Will we meet next as strangers Pretend and look away What a world of dangers When love is just a game Touch my hand one last time Before we part today I promise not to cry Nor to let the pain betray Your life and mine Together we could live Instead will we divide One beautiful memory only to give, Or a sin to forgive

"Once," he began, "I made the mistake of taking a ride with a couple. My wife and I had been fighting all day about my junky car, which was in the shop, and about our lack of money (our most popular debate topics), and so I went out with friends to a bar. At that time, I was living in the Naval base in Oakland, California. The bar was a regular hangout for me and my naval buddies, only located about 15 miles from the base. My friends decided to leave early, but I didn't feel like going home to another tirade yet, so I stayed there until closing time. I had been chatting with a middle-aged couple at the bar, a man named Patrick and his wife Evyline. They were pretty friendly and I thought I'd seen them in the bar from prior visits. When I was getting ready to leave, I realized I didn't bring enough money to pay for a taxi." "'Oh, we could take you home,' Evyline noted. 'We go in that direction anyway.' Evyline looked at her husband wi...

Do you stand by the gate and watch As the world passes by Singing a sad song Hiding tears, waving goodbye Do you watch the children playing Having fun as each year rolls on Or, see the lovers holding hands Kissing as they stroll along Do you notice the old man walking his dog He has a silver cane and his steps are slow The dog yanks him to go faster But time is precious this old man knows Can you see me watching you I am always here, too Standing at another gate in shadow Never going anywhere; nothing to do We could come out together Greet as old friends would Meet in the park and talk Stroll along these cracked, lonely sidewalks We will never do this, though Always imprisoned in watching the world Never joining, never leaving Always standing still

I As I listen to the night In silence, in calm Worries of the day pass away Lights fade as I slip into shade On the edge of my mind Softly take my hand Freedom is on our lips Dancing in the moonlight Amongst the embers Rainbows glitter in the day What gentle light waves Exist in nighttime gloom To cascade in gentle rays Up to the crescent moon Fireflies and feathery moths Colors darkened within muted tones In the still, what a thrill To close your eyes To slip away To take the final boat ride To that final place A final breath; a final thought Hovering above me now Takes its last long journey Releasing into the air On the periphery Branching out, then rejoining there II On the edge My mind Periphery Not just a state or time I don't know you Even though you stare back In my mirror You appear there But you are not my face I don't recognize you Not a single trace My life is gone now I only feel an empty place A bitter aftertaste I'm sinking Sometimes slowly Other times quicker...