Category Archives: Poetry

The Poetry of Brian Paris

Week 7, Day 49 – "Water"

Water

fishing pole, cold drink
small boat on the big green lake
calm waters, clear skys

Week 7, Day 48 – "Like"

Like

inside me almost
not quite love but something close
like, like, then more so

Week 7, Day 47 – "Gold"

Gold

long day done
sunset glows in my kitchen
dinner, then warm dreams

Week 7, Day 46 – "Oh."

Oh.

grey overflows her
drowns nearby colors
eddies out our light, life, love

Week 7, Day 45 – "Black Raven"

Black Raven

the last of the fall oak leaves
shivers in the cold, cold wind —
Black Raven watches

Week 7, Day 44 – "The Edge"

The Edge

melting summer heat
dry air, brown grass, and no water
on the edge i thirst

Week 7, Day 43 – "Bottom Feeder"

Bottom Feeder

low class friends
ice cold beer and a burger from the local bar . . .
nothing more needed

Week 6, Day 42 – "Karaoke King"

Karaoke King

I am the Karaoke King.
I sing the songs of other people,
and you like me.
You may not remember me,
but you like me.
We all get together at the local bar,
and I sing a song that might mean something to you,
or remind you of a special moment in your life.
As you drink your beer,
you laugh and sing along,
having fun with your friends.
I am glad to be up front
keeping everyone entertained.
I won’t become famous,
but I have a good time, and hopefully so do you.

Week 6, Day 41 – "Inane"

Inane

“Existentialist thought is so pure,” says Betty at the coffee shop.
Inane is what I’m thinking, but she’s hot, I’ll give her that.

“You know, we are what we do”
I think I want to be you.

“I love that you listen to what I say, I mean really listen”
What? I hope she doesn’t want me to say anything.

“I really love having someone who just listens to me.”
Sweet.

“You really get me, the real me.”
I wonder if she can tell I’m staring at her tits.

“I think that we are going to be friends for a long time.”
At least a couple weeks.

Week 6, Day 40 – "Long Way"

Long Way

No matter how many hours are in the day,
the work is never done.
No matter how many days are in a week,
there is always something else to do.
No matter how many weeks are in a year,
there is always something important that needs my attention.

I have a long way to go,
if I wait until I have time.