A few pieces of poetry by Amanda Barncord Doerr

 

I use to have all sorts of my poetry here – good and bad – to show people that good poets weren’t afraid to write bad poetry.  That’s how you become a good poet by not being afraid to write anything.  But I don’t want to spend a lot of time updating, so I’m just putting a few good to mediocre pieces up for you to read.  If you want to see more of the good stuff, an electronic version of my poetry book is at iUniverse.com.



Wanted

 

The water billows towards me

Like dark silk in the wind

Smooth and quiet

Except the frayed edge

Snapping against the caramel shore

 

Like a cur protecting its territory

It nips at me

 

I feed it some stones and turn away

The sun is laughing in the trees

The leaves are dancing

And flowers are calling me


 

 

Cyber-verse

 

A world of numbers

Land of endless points

Seeking dimensions

No human can touch

 

Faster than the straying thought

Zipping through the connections

Ricocheting off firewalls

The streams of bits zoom to browsers

 

Muscle will not move them

Looks will not sway them

Tis a battle of the pens

Without any ink

 

Thought, numbers, words and code

Make the denizens of this world

Coasting on pure energy

Metamorphing into dreams and nightmares

 

A flip of a switch brings them to life

A touch of the keyboard sends them scattering

A universe at our complete command

If we know how to use it




Paper Dreams

 

In the echoes of time

Radiant beings wander through

Halls of golden memories

Untouched by actuality

 

Sing to me, my love,

Melodies of forgotten joys

Adoring the remembrances

Of fantasies that were never true

 

Let us enjoy this facade

Of illusion and desire

Until it fades and crumbles

As paper dreams always do

 

Why waste our time building

Reality one block at a time

When cloud castles spring

Into form with just a breath?

 

Tis a shame that when they fade

The lost and agony become real

Nothing remains of paper dreams

Save the echoes of lives not lived




The Game

 

The Queen moves ruthlessly

On the checkered board

Decimating the opposition

Until they unite against her

 

Intent, they surround her

To remove her disruptive presence

She holds them off

Casting an eye to the other pieces

 

There is a chance – a small one –

She may yet win this battle

But the game is more important

Than the survival of one piece

 

The game will be won

A pawn’s been transformed

Though the Queen may fall

Yet another will stand

 

The opposition in their simplicity

Cannot comprehend the move

For they do not understand

The power of sacrifice

 

 

 

Summer Storm

 

rain falls gently to earth

moistening the thirsty ground

cooling off scorching cement

washing the summer dust down

 

thunder bellows softly

signaling the lightning far away

while children with umbrellas

in puddles splash and play

 

the clouds move to the east

the sun sits high in the west

causing a wonderful display

as nature shows her best

 

 

 

Lament

 

It is gone, only a fragment remains

I cannot reconstruct it for all my pains

I remember a little, but it's memory that keeps

My heart from reconstructing my masterpiece

Two lines out of thirty-one

Some of the best I've ever done

Now they haunt my mind and heart

For of the words, I remember only part

Yet scene they describe still stays

Of a forest on a rainy day

I wish it would return to me

Then the two lines would let me be

For try as I might, still I fear

The right words will never appear

And other words would stand there abusing

While the memory of what was remains accusing

So onto other paths I must go

 

 

 

My Friends

 

My Friends, my friends, oh how you've been scattered,

To many a place that I know not of,

But let me promise you it does not matter,

For there's no way you can escape my love.

 

Some will go places I cannot visit,

Others will do things I'll never hear,

But it makes no difference, not a bit,

You're still the friends I hold so dear.

 

For love is ever reaching

And sees only the soul.

Thus it is always teaching

The way to happiness, its goal.

 

At night when I look at the stars,

I think of every one of you.

I wonder what has happened so far,

And if I am in your thoughts, too.

 

I am meeting more of you everyday

And I know there's many I have yet to meet.

Each of you are my friend in many special ways,

Though others shake their heads in disbelief.

 

One day when all of you are together,

And I am among your midst again,

I want you to meet each other,

To see why I call this person, my friend.

 

 

 

The World Inside

 

There is hope in every drop of rain

Courage in every beam of sun

Happiness does the brook contain

And serenity when the day is done

 

Wisdom is whispered in the wind

Endurance is etched in stone

In a meadow contentment swims

And in the forest peace is known

 

Clarity is given to the stars

Harmony to the morning dew

Clouds bring back memories unmarred

And flowers give beauty to view

 

Everyone has a world inside

And marvelous talents to show

Though the potential tries to hide

It will always be there you know

 

 

 

Quotes I Came Up with One Night

 

"I'm on drugs. What's your excuse?"

 

"They told me I'd go far, but they forgot to mention the direction."

 

"Left. Right. I don't care. Just get out of my way."

 

"I don't want to rule the world - just my piece of it."

 

"Honk if your horn works."

 

"Tomorrow is an illusion."

 

"I'm not really here. You just think I am."

 

Extended later to: “I’m just a figment of your imagination.  You should be proud you can achieve such detail.”

 

"I stop for nothing."

 

"Getting lost is half the fun."

 

"To some, fantasy is an escape. To others, a laboratory."

 

"Some days have to be washed by tears before they can be shined with a smile."

 

"If I actually knew what I was doing, do you think I would be working here?"

 

"I have a wonderful mental archive. It's the retrieval system that doesn't work."

 

"Time doesn't always heal. Sometimes it kills."

 

"Do you have a point? Or are you annoying me for entertainment?"

 

"Sure, that's what they tell YOU."

 

"The moon is not made of green cheese. Any fool can see it's Swiss."

 

"Today I sing. Tomorrow I get new neighbors."

 



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© 2002 A. Barncord Doerr (a few pieces copyrighted earlier)