Category Archives: Poetry

The Poetry of Brian Paris

Day 365 – “The Light”

The Light

at the end there is light
a light that guides us
shows us possibilities
it is hoped that at some point
we reach the light
reach our dreams
and see the magic
behind the light
then greet our greater goodness
and say goodnight

Week 52, Day 364 – “Foggy”

Foggy

my glasses fogged up
coming from cool into heat
vision blurred in change

Week 52, Day 363 – “James Gang”

James Gang

not jesse and the brothers
just me and my best friend
james
hanging on his front porch
drinking sun tea
eating ham sandwiches
with smashed ruffles
for added some crunch

Week 52, Day 362 – “Nerds”

Nerds

smart boy don’t cry ’round here
she ain’t gonna love you
she ain’t gonna care
she ain’t gonna ‘member you
when you otta here

Week 52, Day 361 – “Shades”

Shades

there are three shades of crazy
high school naive hormone crazy
love, brain fucked, face plant crazy
and denial
the one crazy that i’m stuck on today
thinking that i’ll forget about you
and life will move on, and on
without you baby
and i’ll keep dancing
dancing to hide the tears in sweat

Week 52, Day 360 – “Around the World”

Around the World

360 degrees and I’m around the world
been everywhere and now back again
can’t rest yet, but slowing down
maybe next time round
I’ll be full stop at the right spot
and settle down before the long sleep
when only dreaming cats can save the world
whistle and the kittens come
dressed in leather and purple bows
and greet us all at the supper table
to dine on milk and tuna sandwiches
what a meal, what a meal, even for my last

Week 52, Day 359 – “Easter”

Easter

jesus died for our sins
so we could sit at
religious services
a couple times a year

i think i’ll stick
with searching for eggs
in the back yard

Week 52, Day 358 – “Middle”

Middle

middle of my life
and not sure yet – just waiting
instead of living

like a loyal dog
thinking nothing – a statue
waiting for master

Week 51, Day 357 – “Traffic”

Traffic

conflicted with traffic
and an intense desire to be home
i gunned it down the shoulder
passing the gridlock with ease
made it home with time to spare
just to get to sleep earlier

Week 51, Day 356 – “Sweeter”

Sweeter

lots of sugar
to make you sweeter
but your tongue
just makes you bitter