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Tom Hamrin Poem
I knew they would come back.
I forgot what they had felt like,
A dozen neglected dogs returning to bite.
Uncomfortable old emotions now return to me,
Circling around and haunting me when I am lonely.
When I see a beautiful woman, I cannot look away.
I must get close and ask her name.
Her voice leaves me bewitched.
My eyes have left her image branded upon my mind.
Now I seek her every day, but her I will not find.
I toss and turn listening to her in my sleep.
It is her flesh that I desire and her love that I will seek.
I see attractive women every day.
I cull my pretty and dream of her till another takes her place.
When will I meet an impassioned woman that I do not have to chase?
Do those who are married or have a soul mate,
Or whatever word they call their loved one to relate,
Forget their passionate feelings to show them instead,
Instead, of fantasizing out love in their head?
Do they remember all those they loved without a touch?
Could they seek out another
If their significant others found someone else to clutch?
During still moments, many things go through my thoughts.
When I meet a woman, who desires my care,
Will she leave me for sex or let me prepare?
How long do I wait to ask a rhetorical question,
To put a ring on her finger and hold her without temptation?
As a forlorn nomad, I fall too easy,
I grasp at any beautiful woman who will listen.
I have become too old for shame and can only believe in the odds.
I believe I will find her touching me in her thoughts.
For one woman who wants one man, I offer myself to take her hand.
Tom Hamrin August 15, 1998
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How nice it would be if I were surrounded by happy people.
I could wear a contagious smile and laugh unknowingly.
All of us could share our thoughts without peeking through a keyhole.
Conversations would become serious interludes between joking merrily.
It wouldn’t be heaven on earth.
It would be a warm rebirth.
No more lies,
No more prize,
As all my friends stand in the surf.
I imagine an ocean of bear foot people enjoying the foam between their toes
And skies filled with stars, the glowing moon, hanging above seaside fires.
Passionate lovers would embrace in the night exposing hearts without woes.
Children, innocent apparitions, now dance in the sand leaving behind petty desires.
Take away adult apprehension,
Leave behind childish pretension.
Free my family,
People around me.
End their judgment through religion.
Let all under the same sky be blessed and forgiven.
One God has chosen: everybody who desires to open their arms,
Everybody who gives in to dreams and reveals the goodness born in their hearts.
In the morning I shall awake on a barren shore.
I shall hear traffic in the distance and see ships on the horizon.
D’eja`vu will chill my skin at the sound of a fog horn.
Turning around I will drag my feet through sand cold and brazen.
I trudge my way toward a lighthouse,
A happy prayer now a taste in my mouth,
Showing the way to a better day.
Tomorrow leaves me less time to doubt.
Tom Hamrin
November 8,1998
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When I start to lose my mind, the pieces getting scattered and hard to find,
I feel the clock speeding up as it unwinds.
I am living fast.
I don’t think there’s enough of myself to last.
I spread myself out too thin.
A little bit of me here, a little more over there,
Till I hang from a string that has become thread bare.
When will life slow down, so I can do it again?
There’s some of myself for my job.
There’s some of myself for my education.
There’s some of myself for my transportation.
There’s some of myself for my creative outpouring.
There’s some of myself for my friends adoring.
There’s some of myself for women I want to know.
There’s not enough of myself for sanity to take hold.
Sometimes fear grips me,
Fear I do not understand and I cannot explain.
So I sit alone inside myself and I refrain.
I sit and stare at the T.V. then wonder what I watched.
I feel time slipping by so I turn my wrist to look at my watch.
It’s time for another part of me to go out.
Will I get up or hide in the television’s light?
Life is calling.
It’s time for another bout.
Will I stand firm or break underneath my own fright?
Some days I spend gathering pieces of myself.
I put them back together and tell myself there are no mistakes.
Each part of me has a need that it shares with the rest of the world.
Put back together, I can hear the world calling.
How long can I hold together,
How much longer?
I’m not getting stronger,
Just a little smarter,
Changing--
Waiting . . .
Tom Hamrin October 25, 1998
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