Tag: poetry

Beagle in the City #220

Ethan: Good lord, none of my pants fit anymore. Are you kidding me! I have got to work out.

Garf: Yes, I know what you mean. I’ve gotten fat too. We’re not as young as we used to be.

Ethan: I’m still young.

Garf: I remember once in ’97

Ethan: you weren’t here back then…

Simon: What’s a ’97 dad?

Ethan: Oh god.

Simon: Dad, you know what would make you feel better? A couple of cheeseburgers and some tator tots. Maybe some ice cream.

Ethan: No from now on, We’re eating healthy.

Garf: Wait a minute, wait a minute. Before we all get motivated, and start changing things. Maybe we should take a nap first. I always take naps first.

Simon: Naps!

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Gone

All the versions

Of ourselves

We try to forget

And you struggle to remember

How you got here

And all the awkward

Conversations

You held so tight

The connotations

The invitations

The desperate flight

They are all suddenly

Sand in a jar

Soon to be

Gone

Gone

Gone in the wind

And suddenly

We are older

And trying to remember

How many steps forward we made

And to all of the steps back

Hoping we have enough time

To climb back up again….

Starlight

All the flowers grow

At night

And

The roots

Grow deep

And we are not saints

The dust doesn’t just stick

To our shoes

In the morning light

It’s behind our eyes

It’s in our lungs

And we have the cough to prove

Maybe I’m not a poet

But I see you across the room

Hair fire red

tougher than the rest

A fast machine

When the lights go out

The moon in your eyes

Giving the wolves

A reason to scream

You’ll make me believe –

But that’s not why I’m here

Because 6 out of ten nights

I just want to be close to you

And I’ll walk the line

This isn’t us against the world

–

You’re the only world I’ll ever need

As long as you love me

I’d walk with you

Every night

And we would wait as the gardens grow

And the earth is reborn

-regardingsamuel.com

Photo origin – Ethan Bethune

Bleeding Ink #1206

Three hundred thousand miles

And the meter runs …

Dust on your shoes

The dreams

Inside

You’re building –

The weight

You carry –

This old house

Gets so worn down

It’s morning

&

You feel

You’re already

Out of time –

Feel the weight on your

Shoulders

Feel the darkness cloud the sky

A hundred days of rain

And it’s alright –

-regardingsamuel.com

Image origin unknown

Beagle in the City #216

Simon: What’s for dinner?

Ethan: Cajun Salmon Salad.

Simon: What are you doing with that knife?

Ethan: Oh I have to cut the skin off the salmon. See? I just get in the corner,

Simon: Ugh!!

Ethan: Peel it back, wrap it around my finger and cut and peel.

Simon: ugh! I’m sorry (gags) it’s just so gross (gags)

Ethan: That’s what you get for being curious.

Simon: And you play jazz while you do this. You’re like a cereal murderer.

Ethan: That’s not how you say that but ok.

Simon: Such a dark side…

Beagle in the City #211

Simon: Garf! Dad is going to be home soon.

Garf: I don’t care.

Simon: We always have lunch together. He brings the best sandwiches…

Garf: I don’t care.

Simon: You have to hurry because he has to go back the work.

Garf: I’m retired.

Ethan: Hey buddy. What have you been up to?

Simon: Napping mostly. When do we eat the sandwiches?

Ethan: I brought shrimp poboys…

Simon: poboys!