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Poetry by Steve Tuba |
What A Poet Fights
Wordlessness, meaninglessness This is what a poet fights Even when his poem points like a finger To a place beyond words and meaning. Coherence, incoherence, Language mighty as a citadel Focusing or not Like the optics of a lens and mirror Can only hint at our true emotion. Some ask: What does it matter? The poet answers: It matters because It matters to me. I am one to whom things matter. It is my existence.
Greening LifeAfter storm clouds pass Mesa plants burst out in song Greening life with faith
On The InsideEight o’clock on an analog watch Looks to me like a man riding a horse A man erect of back in a long gray coat Going to some personal Appomattox. They always say it’s only a pinch When they come for vials of blood But you’re screwed when they can’t find the vein. Glory, glory, the girl in blue Pretends to be bowling in the hallway. Those of the Grateful Dead in the kitchen Play poker for cigarettes. No matter our race Here we are the ultimate darkies. In the darkness of darkest nights. I lay my pennies on the table Arranging them all heads up, Who will be my Lincoln? |
Silence Of Science
Music has left me With the silence of science My song goes unsung
A New Man
After panic and despair Looms the threat of self pity Which must not be indulged No matter what the cost. Arise in anger, never the victim, Spit, curse, shout at the bloody fools Who would take advantage of you, Who would cast you in the role of villain No matter their own crimes. Remember well your friends and allies Add the strength of their minds to that of your own. Yet once emotion subsides Do not sit on your hands complacent, Make ready your plan and preparations, Putting them into action at once Before the sun rises on another day. Fight for those whom you love, Have beliefs and write them down. Take heart, take courage, take passion, God will help you. You will have grown into a new man When you begin by rising with the dawn.
If Pride There Be
If pride there be Let there be pride in this, That you are proud of whom You have chosen to follow.
If pride there be Let there be pride in this, That you are proud of the goal You have chosen to pursue.
If pride there be Let there be pride in this, That you are proud of those You have chosen to serve.
If pride there be Let there be pride in this, That you are proud of the anthem You have chosen to sing.
If pride there be Let there be pride in this, That you are proud of the being You have chosen to be. |
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