Perception

‘Tis true my form is something odd,
But blaming me is blaming God;
Could I create myself anew
I would not fail in pleasing you.

If I could reach from pole to pole
Or grasp the ocean with a span,
I would be measured by the soul;
The mind’s the standard of the man.

Pants

Pants
by David Lee

The best kind of pants
Are ones that make you feel like
You're not wearing pants.

Glue

Glue
by David Lee

I am the glue, holding split wood together.
At first I pour over the issue, slipping into cracks and fissures
(Those careless chip-away problems)
And settle, taking my hold on those broken pieces that belong together again.
It isn't long before those pieces forget that I am here
And once again begin to tug apart,
Straining against the weight that they have taken upon themselves.
"More glue!"  They shout.  How can they know
That I could never fix things in the first place,
     Only keep them from flying apart?
I am the glue, holding shattered dreams together,
And I hate it.

an excerpt from "The Hollow Men"

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow

Between the conception

And the creation

Between the emotion

And the response

Falls the Shadow

Between the desire

And the spasm

Between the potency

And the existence

Between the essence

And the descent

Falls the Shadow

--T. S. Eliot

When You Turn Off The Light

Small as a peanut,
Big as a giant,
We're all the same size
When we turn off the light.

Rich as a sultan,
Poor as a mite,
We're all worth the same
When we turn off the light.

Red, black or orange
Yellow or white,
We all look the same
When we turn off the light.

So maybe the way
To make everything right
Is for God to just reach out
And turn off the light!

-- Shel Silverstein

Elevator

Elevator

by David Lee

The numbers count backwards from ten to one

The silver doors whoosh apart.

If it is empty, I can dance a bit

And press all the buttons, and say naughty words

And speak to God, and fart, and smile for no reason.

If someone is in it, I take my place,

A quiet smile assuring the other passenger

That I do not smell anything funny,

And that I don’t mind that all the buttons are pushed,

And that I don’t like to dance.

But how free it would feel to speak to God with a stranger

As we climb the floors, one by one.


Comments I received from my Professor:
(line 2) I can just hear that.
(lines 4-5) very human.
(line 11) is free the best word choice?
(lines 11-12) very nice ending.

Total points:  95/100

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