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David Mayerhoff Poem
As our patience wears thin
We encounter the Moment
Where our frustrations
Boil to the surface
That deep part of us
We choose not to reveal
Even to ourselves
Is the legend of nightmares
For what awaits us
When this dimension surfaces
Are bits and pieces of knowledge about who we are
That are too painful to see in the clear light of day
Better to be afflicted
With all manner of ache and pain
Than to see
A part of which we really are
This denial
Has an expiration date for all
Yet most wish to stay in denial
And passively wait for that date to transpire
Rather than actively confront truth
If only we could believe
Really believe
That by confronting and exposing these
Inner dimensions of ourselves
We are actually addressing the nightmare
Changing who we are
And eliminating that expiration date
From having any real meaning
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David Mayerhoff Poem
The birds are chirping
The landscaper is mowing
Sweets floral scents
Waft in the air
School is still out
Frolicking in the sun is still in
The games grown-ups play
Are those familiar to children year round
Our senses delight
In the sublime subtleties of nature
We grin from ear to ear
At the cheer that sunshine brings
Nothing can interrupt this divine setting
Nothing can disturb our countenance at these times
For we somehow believe this will go on forever
Even though we know it will not
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David Mayerhoff Poem
Up in the morning
body a puzzle
with various layers
going in and out of
this dimension
Liver enraged
legs projecting
a different plane of reality
than the arms
Muscle fiber groups
looking for their chorus
to sing a symphony
instead playing a lot of solos
Spleen laughing hysterically
at what
no one knows
least of all the brain
which keeps sending signals
that no one wishes to hear
Bowels and guts
keep making fun
of each others'
names and comportment
Kidneys about
to break through the damn
despite the bladder paying its taxes
to keep the water out
Nervous system
does not have the heart
to grieve
this state of affairs
Noises and strange motions
coming from everywhere
going nowhere fast
Joints at wrong angles
each one
blaming the other
and the pillow
Then a loud yawn
and breakfast is served
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David Mayerhoff Poem
The door opens
like a gateway
to nirvana
ravaging the dark
with the outside light
Sun glaring down
like a stern parent
disapproving the showering
of such grace
on undeserving kids
Chirping birds
barking dogs
feral cats
on the prowl
All a symphony
of morning glory
on the summer day
from heaven
Trekking along
winding roads
as nature opens up
before us
Our bodies
seek to unlock
from restrictive
digital positions
No technology here
microchips cannot
replace the unrivaled
pleasure that
nature offers
the body, spirit
and soul
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David Mayerhoff Poem
The ache of routine
blowing breaths of fire
stemming from agony
deep within
Better the terror
of excitement
just for the newness
than the sameness of days
repeating again and again
As travelers through
this life
we best not gather moss
or be entangled in webs
for some spiders' bite
The agony arises
from the realization
we may not even
taste very good
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David Mayerhoff Poem
Bleeping like neon
screens off and on
melancholy of the viewer
glory of IT
Electronic health record
now online
like the Terminator series
humanity heading
towards point of no return
Logged on
all the organs and vital functions
in full view
to peruse
functional status
Let's not forget
metabolic indices
circulatory parameters
and those reminders
and warnings
uggh
The house doctor
with the paternal smile
and bag of tricks
thing of the past
That was only
when men
walked on the moon
Now we walk in cyberspace
where all is revealed
yet all is concealed
Copyright © David Mayerhoff | Year Posted 2018
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David Mayerhoff Poem
Walk down memory lane
to a high school
no longer existent
on to storage
with pictures and books
now on digital
of memories of those long passed
the ache of history
can find no solace
in the present
leaving no legacy
but the what-ifs
of now
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Joe was nondescript
not that tall
but not very short
even keel
not loud or quiet
straight down the middle
the last to be noticed
in a crowd
the first to be skipped over
until someone took notice
finding this curiosity
to be worthy of study
the social circle all ruled by
their passions
standing out, being heard,
being number one, accolades
life of the party
except all these
could not be counted on
to be there for you
in time of need
as the number two
not so Joe
willing to submit his ego
for the greater good
be it visiting the sick
taking abuse to stand for the just
spending his time
in anonymous acts of kindness
will not make the front page news
but will get top billing
by those who discern
the extraordinary
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David Mayerhoff Poem
the last vestiges of winter
leave with the warming of air
and the strong wind gusting
as the hot and cold clash
in the battle of the Titans
what was frost is now defrost
as I yearn to venture outside
and be hugged by the spring season
sudden downpours alert me to
change in the air
a sniff of flower and sunshine
that warms as it illuminates
torrential rains knock at my window
washing away the old
as queen bees knock at my door
seeking the best real estate
to plant the nest
and start a new family
the very drops of water
I shuddered from in the cold
I now embrace
as a sign
of better days to come
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