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Jim Vandevelde Poem
Out of the locker room,
Onto the field,
Under my helmet,
My fear concealed,
Bright lights,
Fans are loud,
Adrenaline flows,
As we run by the crowd,
I’ve got my Sharks on,
A brand new pair,
The smell of grass,
And Fall in the air,
Looking across,
At the other team,
It’s all in slow motion,
feels like dream,
We get in the huddle,
We’re only seconds away,
Into formation,
To run the first play
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They’ve convinced themselves ,
That they’ve been oppressed ,
Fragile white punks,
Everyone else they detest,
Stripped of the illusion,
They’re alpha males,
Just common trailer trash,
When the thumb’s off the scales,
With everything in their favor,
They still can’t excel,
The truth of history,
They try and dispel,
They hide behind God
Drape themselves in the flag,
Of their racial superiority,
They often like to brag,
It’s truly glorious
When the curtain falls,
They have the self awareness,
Of a dog licking his balls
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Jim Vandevelde Poem
In front of the mirror,
I stare into my eyes
To myself
I repeat I’m alive
A terrifying feeling,
A somber realization
Fear of seeing
The Loneliness of being
Trapped inside myself,
Death the only way out,
Hopelessness and doubt,
I look away,
But the feeling stays
Finally, reality abates
Fear Slowly fades,
Back to the mundane
To the charades
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I wonder why it started
Alcoholism, depression, and panic attacks
But It all makes sense once I trace it all back
Far away on an ancient peninsula
We thought we were superior,
Acted like Caligula,
Drunk I would piss on the mounds
Knowing now I’m Cursed, For desecrating their sacred grounds
Touched by darkness
Never to be the same
The rest of my life
Living in fear and shame.
The ghost that stayed with me,
Never again will I be free.
JEV
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Oxtail, beef ribs and 72 slice cheese
take it to Ajima
And double your money
Budweiser, Coors, and MGD,
Army says one case a day,
I used to get twenty.
In ‘95 beer was eleven bucks a case
You’d get $25
For stacking them in Ajima’s place,
But watch out for MPs
Because If you get caught,
Its court-martials And Article 15s
JEV
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Everything starts innocent,
Like a seedling
Pushing through the soil,
New, green, and uncorrupted,
Before what’s below starts to toil,
roots dive deep,
Into the unknown,
Into evils keep,
Slowly it sinks in,
What was buried,
What was forgotten,
It changes the tree,
It twists, and it creases,
It’s not what it was,
All goodness ceases,
For centuries it will stand,
Patiently waiting,
Possessing who it can,
Deep in its roots,
The fates of man
JEV
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More life lived,
Than I have left,
More squandered,
Than accomplished,
My youth bereft,
The big break,
But I was blind,
They define me,
The Things I forsake,
All the opportunities,
What I could’ve done,
Promises made
All thrown away,
Instead I had fun,
Now looking back,
I’m not alone I bet,
Over the paths chosen,
As least we’ve lived,
Long enough to regret
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Jim Vandevelde Poem
2135,
Crest Hill Drive,
In the summer of ‘79,
We arrived,
stifling heat,
Sandburs in our feet,
At Joseph Keels,
I started 3rd grade,
After school,
In the street we played
Cicadas droned all night,
Bats chased insects at twilight,
Gamecocks weren’t very good,
But Atop college football,
George Rogers stood,
Flea market every Sunday,
To try and make ends meet,
The tragedy of suicide,
Of the man across the street,
Such are my memories of,
2135,
Crest Hill Drive
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What was your name?
Why was your pain?
I stood on the concrete,
Your blood had stained,
Wide circle of sawdust,
All I knew of you,
The remnants of your life,
The wind now blew,
From 40 stories up,
You lept,
Away from your agony,
You stepped,
Fates promise,
Now kept
JEV
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The dam in summer,
Thick air, hot, Green,
Myst by the falls,
Red wing Black birds sing,
Riding our bikes,
Fishing for pike
Cattails and breeze,
Innocence, happiness, ease,
The dam in winter,
Dark, cold, gray,
Ice on the river,
Short are the days,
Everything bleak,
Snow at our feet,
Empty branches blow,
Realization, hopelessness, sorrow
JEV
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