Friday, November 27, 2009
Sometimes
I put together another book of my poetry, which you can get online from a print on demand service. This is a larger collection of poems I wrote in the 1990s, and it covers a wide variety of themes, including love, spirituality, nature and space travel.
Sometimes - a collection of older poems
Thursday, November 26, 2009
You
It wasn't anyone
any different than you
who started that last
revolution,
who fell in love,
who was remembered
for thousands of years.
-Jim DuBois
2006
any different than you
who started that last
revolution,
who fell in love,
who was remembered
for thousands of years.
-Jim DuBois
2006
Friday, November 20, 2009
Fat Little Birds
Fat little birds,
in the dirt and sand by the roadside
Fat little birds,
in the dry leaves under the car
Fat little birds,
my hands are cold
as I zip up my coat
-Jim DuBois
Oct 30, 2002
in the dirt and sand by the roadside
Fat little birds,
in the dry leaves under the car
Fat little birds,
my hands are cold
as I zip up my coat
-Jim DuBois
Oct 30, 2002
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
40 Short Poems
I put together a book of some short poems (many of which aren't on this blog). Now you can get a printed version of my work.
40 Short Poems
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
* Five Special Colors *
This poem
now comes in five special colors
and is suitable for use
on fourteen different
special occasions.
Wherever you see an asterisk,
substitute the name of a loved one,
or a touching word from the list
at the end.
Don't worry too much
about meaning --
or originality --
what matters most
is that you bought it
from us.
-Jim DuBois
March 19, 2005
now comes in five special colors
and is suitable for use
on fourteen different
special occasions.
Wherever you see an asterisk,
substitute the name of a loved one,
or a touching word from the list
at the end.
Don't worry too much
about meaning --
or originality --
what matters most
is that you bought it
from us.
-Jim DuBois
March 19, 2005
Thursday, November 5, 2009
The Scent of my Childhood
Sometimes
I catch the scent
of my childhood,
in the swampy air
from the stream
down the hill,
in the rotting leaves
on the bike path
through the woods.
Sometimes
I catch the scent
of my childhood,
of the magic
that I had forgotten,
of the goodness
I used to know more about.
-Jim DuBois
Oct 22, 2009
I catch the scent
of my childhood,
in the swampy air
from the stream
down the hill,
in the rotting leaves
on the bike path
through the woods.
Sometimes
I catch the scent
of my childhood,
of the magic
that I had forgotten,
of the goodness
I used to know more about.
-Jim DuBois
Oct 22, 2009
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