Sometimes, Temporarily

Sometimes, temporarily,
instead of
always or never

yeah,

sometimes, temporarily


-Jim DuBois
Aug 19, 2013

Sometimes you notice

Sometimes you notice
you live in a beautiful place



-Jim DuBois
Aug 13, 2013

Me at 43

Riding my bike
in the Meadows
near my home,
on the floodplain
of the Connecticut river
on a summer afternoon,

"I guess
I haven't
squeezed all the juice
out of life yet!"



-Jim DuBois
Aug 15, 2013

There was that time

There was that time
we decided
to camp
up on Bare mountain,
to sneak off the path
and set up camp,

But we didn't know
how to make
a good fire,
so the smoke
kept stinging
our eyes
all night long,

But we weren't sleeping
anyway
because the sound
of the chipmunks
scurrying around
scared us,
as did the thought
of bears.

I tried counting
backwards from 500
to get to sleep,
but kept forgetting
what number I was on
and it didn't work.

We maybe slept an hour
that night
and when I got up,
you were not around
so I went looking
up the trail
and there you were.

We had forgotten
to bring water
but we walked about
3 hours anyway,
drank at the park,
And walked 3 hours back.

All along
our hike,
we kept seeing
all these
different frogs.
They kept
magically appearing,
in the trail,
in the swamps and trees.

Then we settled down
for another horrible night,
But after an hour,
we had the good sense
to give up,
pack up in the dark
and hike down
the mountainside
in the pitch black night.

We slept so well
at my apartment
and were happier,
but I still miss
those magic frogs.


-Jim DuBois
August 14, 2013

At a Loss

47 degrees,
I guess I'll go appease
my restlessness

I'll go get some floss
since I'm at a loss
for what to do


-Jim DuBois
April 6, 2013

The Night

The night
is warm again

The world
looks inviting

This is probably
about me


Welcome home!


-Jim DuBois
April 12, 2013

Living only on Wednesday

Living only on Wednesday,
living only on this bench
outside the library
below the grey clouds


-Jim DuBois
May 22, 2013

Going Well

The day is going well...

...arghh! It's my worst nightmare.

-Jim DuBois

May 9,  2012

40 Short Poems - eBook

I have collected my best short poems into an eBook.

Here it is on iTunes.

Here it is for the Nook.

There is also a printed version.

Meeting an old friend

Meeting an old friend
is
being myself again.


-Jim DuBois
June 28, 2013

Riding My Bike Back From the Mall

Yeah,
you knew this
was coming,
right?

I got a bike,
I write about
    everyday things,
and voila!

I know
it's not deep,
or obscure academic
    poetry.

It's comprehendable,
not dada-esque --
revered dada-esque.

It's not even
Charles Bukowski
drunk pathetic
poetry.

No metaphors,
no rhymes,
no special names of plants
or other things
no one really knows.

O Robert Frost,
this is not
your poetry!

I'm not counting
my syllables,
dear Haiku!
haha!

I'm not
going to a "slam"
to recite this
while I bob
back and forth
and angrily
try to make it
more than it is.

Instead, I'm telling
a simple story:

I rode my bike
  back from the mall
  and I was happy.


-Jim DuBois
June 19, 2013

Love Note

Your heart
      was made
                to love me

Don't deny it
      the chance


-Jim DuBois
Jan 23, 2013

Love and Lust

We could go on
confusing
love and lust.

We, all of humanity,
could go on
like that,

but let's start
a new era
instead.


-Jim DuBois
April 15, 2013

Sometimes - eBook

I have a new poetry book in eBook format, available on the iTunes Bookstore for $2.99.

It is a collection of early poems by me, featuring themes of love, loneliness, space travel and spirituality.

Many of the poems have not appeared on this blog.



Get a copy.

Or view my all my books, eBook and print, as well.

Grandfather Turtle, and Snake Hunting Near Gregor's Crossing

"Thank you,"
I say
as the first snake
of the season
slithers into view
ahead of me
on the dirt path.

I slow down.

I take its picture.

I start to think
about all the animals
I have seen
down here
near Gregor's Crossing,
the snakes,
frogs,
owls,
ducks,
fish,
chipmunks,
and beavers.

And one time,
when the evening light
was slanting
in just the right
way to illuminate
the streambed
clearly to me
on the bank,
I saw this
giant 3-foot long
turtle
swimming along placidly.
So I followed along,
tried to get pictures
but none came out,
wondered where he came
from,
thought about age
and survival.

There were many people
nearby that day,
walking,
swimming,
enjoying the day,
but none of them
noticed the turtle,
and he seemed
to sense
when they were
nearby
in the water,
and turn back.

Old Grandfather Turtle,
I thought,
swimming near
Gregor's Crossing,
appearing only
when the light
and time are right,
appearing only to those
who can notice,
who can be silent
or still for
the right amount
of time.
Not noticeable
by the hectic modern
world of humans,
but still swimming
below the surface,
holding to the old ways,
the peaceful
and silent ways,
the enduring ways.


-Jim DuBois
April 18, 2013


PS - Two days before I put up this poem, I went for a walk, saying to myself, "I will notice the present moment this whole walk." And then I saw the turtle again! I got a few pictures.

I write these things down

I write
these things down,
because someone
should do it,
and I decided
it would be me.

I don't think
it needs to be
too clever,
or too dramatic.

It mainly
just needs doing.


-Jim DuBois
March 31, 2013

I'm Saving Your Heart

Joshua,
playing on the couch
one day,
his head
in my lap,
reached up
and touched
my cheek.
"I'm saving your heart,"
he said.
I know,
I thought,
you really are.


-Jim DuBois
March 31, 2013

Looking for Something to do

Looking for something
to do
on Saturday afternoon

- a beautiful sunny
spring afternoon.

All this town,
filled with nothingness
once you stop consuming.

Empty, pointless
spring afternoon.

The real story?
or the thawing numbness
of winter?


-Jim DuBois
March 29, 2013

A Unique Point of View

-Jim DuBois

Carving

-Jim DuBois