People....readers....

So today, as I'm feeling sorry for myself...my current plight.... and wringing my fists into the sky and screaming at the Gods who rule my Fate: "Why have thee foresaken me?!!" What happens?  But one of the viewers to this very site is an old love of mine...and like that....my plight hasn't changed, yet I realize it is up to me to change and fix it. At least...I feel better...So, below a poem I wrote her when we realized that the distance between us, made US...well...not to be....

it's one of my favorites & I hope you all like it!

SO to her....Adonna....love of mine forever....thank you for being you and contacting me just when only God could have sent you to me....

your old poem:

C Copyright 1971

Ok...here's another Golden Oldie from 1973

This one is called:

Dinner at the Negril Yacht Club (Negril, Jamaica)

Blueness,

splashed with Turquoise,

the sky blisters

with Gold Ray.

Palm Trees

iridescent,

waves begin to stir the Bay,

And,

that Star,

The Sun,

says:

"It's time to end this day."

Now,

The Sun's through peeking,

it's stare is

full and bright;

and,

it seems that

the whole Hemisphere

is enhanced,

with Red-gold Light.

Now,

here is that

heavenly ball of light,

making

it's descending flight.

The sky is Primrose,

Scarlet

(bright and proud),

as,

it falls,

Bright-Orange....

into

the clouds.......

C Copyright 1973

Stuart Phillip Kaufman

CanUrel8 Press

Well, here's one and I'm really reaching now...into my fastly fading memory

Dream Ship

To the Stars

and then Back,

a glorious expedition;

with your feet,

glazed

with Stardust,

shooting

(full-speed),

like Fireballs

into the Unknown.

                                  *                              *                                *

Communications have been broken,

I've awoken to

the World of Conscious Reality 

(whatever that might be?),

where actions are acted,

then done,

then forgotten;

into a thing we call

The Past.

Where the Dog

eats the Dog,

and each person breathes,

heavily,

down each other's backs;

forming,

small droplets of

Multi-colored Emotion.

                                 *                                   *                                *

But,

how can one

(with the snap of a finger?),

travel

the countless,

distances,

 which occupy the space between:

Conscious Reality

and

the Fifth Dimension;

The World of Dream?

                                 *                                  *                               *

'Twill be a Glorious Day,

when I sail across,

that raging,

ravishing Stream.

I tied and tried,

my Ship went down;

but,

Alas,

It was but

A Dream............

C Copyright 1974

Stuart Phillip Kaufman

CanUrel8 Press

Well,

seems some feel my poetry to be better than my writing (although I have only posted one of each)...but....who am I to argue...so....

Tell all your friends and here's another poem...this one's called:

Simple Orchestration 

Life,

when rightly arranged,

can be a full Concerto;

Gifted,

with reaching and mixing

the richest of tones.

But,

Life,

can be a Prelude,

to slow, painful Death;

to Man

who is Alone.....

C copyright 1998

Stuart Phillip Kaufman

CanUrel8 Press

Hope you all like it.

Stuart Phillip Kaufman

aka: Da Duck