Take Pride

Poetry by Ted Boughter-Dornfeld Copyright © 2009

A burden.
A blessing.
A cerebral wrestling.
The path of different worlds, swiftly intersecting.
Under this mask, there is time for reflecting.
Inadvertently, we remain threatening –
Endure, forevermore,
The tiresome testing.
Where there is mystery –
There will be questioning.

Straight from the far side,
There’s time to abide.
Our subject stays silent,
But quietly we thrive.
Wary, on all sides, of critical eyes,
Sometimes, it pains, to be estranged
From certain family ties.
Always vulnerable
To the great divide.
Glowing upon the naked sand,
New shells have few nooks to hide.
There’s really nothing more to do,
Then wait for a change in the tide.

Cautiously, we’ll ride the waves,
Don’t be cast aside.
Striving to be Jekyll,
And terrified of Hyde.
People pretend to embrace,
But behind a strained face,
Too often, they lie.
Some will understand,
But very few will guide.
At times, only lonely paper
Hears what you confide.

Still, there is the puzzling pride,
The ability to step into places, worldwide.
Gifted souls amongst the surf, you have learned to glide…
And cultural confusion will rarely have you tied.
Stay true to all of you, and never lose your stride.
My colorful chameleon soldiers, stay bona fide.

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What We Can Do (Revelations)

Poetry by Ted Boughter-Dornfeld Copyright © 2009

Low and lovely,
Then climbing to
The utmost peaks,
Where harmonious horns,
Blow their splendidly sweet
Songs of redemption…
Only to slip and slide
Back down the
Mountainside
Of temptation.

Did you miss me,
My organic melody?
Ample and natural,
You make my soul feel
Completely at ease.
You swing me high,
My summer breeze.

See, without your warmth,
I scribe the blues.
If this be a dream,
Then please,
Hit the snooze;
I’d like to stay
Intoxicated by you.
Mind and body fuse,
And it seems good fortune
Must come in twos –

Ms. Allison,
My aim is true.
You breathe life to my words,
Like Langston Hughes.
Ode to a sugary love,
More deliberate than clues,
I hope these revelations
Are just old news.

Gravity

Poetry by Ted Boughter-Dornfeld Copyright © 2009

Another weight dropped,
As life unfolds. I suppose
You’re supposed to bear it
With growth, sometimes
It feels more like holes.
As light seeps through a
See-through body that froze,
I wonder how it gets so cold?

They say that it’s Atlas
Who shoulders the globe,
But I think it’s more
Than his burden to hold.
These scars will heal,
Though they won’t disappear,
Even as I grow old.
To dull the pain,
A midnight stroll –
Yes, it sure can
Take its toll.

Patriotism (Environmental)

“Green is the new red, white, and blue. Embrace the problems of our world today, and give our children tomorrow.” – Anonymous

If We Must Die By Claude McKay

If we must die, let it not be like hogs
Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot,
While round us bark the mad and hungry dogs,
Making their mock at our accursed lot.
If we must die, O let us nobly die,
So that our precious blood may not be shed
In vain; then even the monsters we defy
Shall be constrained to honor us though dead!
O kinsmen we must meet the common foe!
Though far outnumbered let us show us brave,
And for their thousand blows deal one deathblow!
What though before us lies the open grave?
Like men we’ll face the murderous, cowardly pack,
Pressed to the wall, dying, but fighting back!