Reflection: An Experiment in Experimental Poetry and Prose
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You may be disappointed if you fail,
but you are doomed if you dont try.
Beverly Sills
Milt Lemke, Jr.
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Reflection - Milt Lemke Jr.
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Contents
INTRODUCTION
R E F L E C T I O N N O I T C E L F E R
PART 1
THE FACE!
I WANT TO BE A POET!
MY CHILDREN MY CHILDREN
BEHIND THE SHUT’N DOOR
PERSONALITY OF MY LIFE
REAL ME
I AM ARIES! BORN IN MARCH
HAD NOT MUCH TO SAY
I TOO
THE SUMMER OF LAST YEAR
THE WALL: DECEMBER 1964
(LG + LG) = HJF
HAUNTING MEMORIES
THE HILLS OF EXILE
LIGHT FOR GUIDANCE
A PROBLEM UPON A DECISION
ACROSS THE HAUNTED
THE GREEN GARDEN
WIND
LINGER
WILL I BE?
THE ONLY WAY TO BECOME FAMOUS IS TO DIE
MY POETRY EDDIES
DAY’S END
PART 2
WHO ARE THEY?
THEY’ER NATURE
THE PEOPLE THEY ARE
BEQUEST
IF YOU HAD
IF YOU ARE
FAMILY
ANGLE’ISH
MY SISTER’S NEW OPAL
BRANDY’S CANDY
JENNIFER MARCUS
AMY
AMY MARIE
KITES! AND KITE TAILS
KITE TAILS
SAMUEL BENJAMIN BORN FEBRUARY 21, 2002
TO MEG
PART 3
MR. X! MR. X!
NEWS OF MR. X
MR. EKS
PART 4
SKINNY
I WAS NOT THERE WHEN PAIN AWOKE
I WAS NOT THERE WHEN PAIN AWOKE
WE
MEET THE SUPREMES
DIANA ROSS
IN MEMORY
FIVE SONNETS OF THE MEMORY WINDOW
THE WILLOWS STAND! RECORDED
THE BLACK TAR’D STREET
MY WORDS
PERSONALITY OF HER LIFE
BECAUSE I COULD NOT STOP FOR BEAUTY
EMILY D.
EMILY D. IN 1966
SISTER! SISTER!
FROM THE 1950’S
HATSHEPSUT HER MAJESTY THE KING!
SOBRIETY
SNOW
PART 5
SONG OF LIFE
RAIN
GOD PUNISHES SIN
DO NOT MAKE BARGAINS WITH GOD MOI? GRANDIOSE?
GOD LIVES ON!
OH DEAR JESUS
ON JUDGMENT DAY!
PART 6
NIGHT
HELL
VAMPIRES
NOVEMBER
HURT AND PAIN
PART 7
WHERE THE LEAVES LIVE
WILL IT SUMMER?
HELL’S DAY OF SUMMER
THE SNOW STORM
O CHRISTMAS TREE
A SLANTED AFTERNOON
PART 8
MORNING STAR
THE SONNET OF THEN
SONNETS OF THE SEASON OF UGLINESS
THREE SONNETS OF ANCIENT EGYPT
HAIKU
DREAMS CREATORS AND TIME
FELLAH
MASTER
AROUND THE BLOCK ON A FOGGY NIGHT
OBJECTS IN THE MORNING
THE DARK SHADOWS OF EVE
CONFUSION
A SEASON OF UGLINESS
SOME’TN WILD
WELTSCHMERZ
FORBIDDEN CAKE
NO MIRTH CAN COMPARE
SMOKE THOUGHT
ADAPTIVENESS
TAKE TIME
LATE BLOOMERS
TOWERS OF FABRICATED GREEN
MOON MOOD
SIXTH SENSE
AN OIL GLAND NAMED GUS
BIRDY BIRDY
CAT IN THE WIND
CREATORS ALL
WHERE IS THE JUSTICE?
HES I TATION
INVOLVEMENT
IF YOU HAD
REACHING OUT
PAST
HATE-DISLIKE
AFTER AND AND BUT
PIQNIK
KNOWLEDGE IS THIRST
AS IT IS
A MUST FOR ALL REASONS
A NEW BALL GAME
DOUBLEUU
ANCIENT
TIME MARCHES ON!
COMMUNICATION’S CROSS
THE RESPECT IT COULD OFFER
THE POETS
WE HAVEA COME!
THE SPIRIT OF POETRY
CAPTURE THAT DELICATE PROSE
NO PAIN NO GAIN
LETTUCE! IT’S GRAND!
MOSQUITO
WHEN A CERTAIN DAY WAS DARK I DIED
DAYS END
COMMONPLACE FIXATIONS
This book is dedicated to:
My Mom. And the rest of my extended family.
Cindy Peebler. We’ve been through good times,
and bad times, but mostly good.
Becky B. My dearest and oldest friend of all.
George M. In memory of his parents.
George Sr. and Frieda Marcus.
Tim I. Who knows a lot about doorbells.
My fellow employees of CNS.
And: My most cherished, and valued friends of: A West,
and all my friends of BW.
INTRODUCTION
The summer of 1966 was an impressionable, and exciting, turning point in my life. I was 17, and in love. I was in love with Judy T. The girl next door. And in love with three other girls known as: Diana Ross and The Supremes. The Supremes, especially Diana Ross, were my Spiritual Saviors. And finally topping off this pageant of beautiful woman is my favorite poet. Emily Dickinson.
From an array of fine poets to choose from; Emily Dickinson stood out the most of all. Not only did she capture my heart and Soul, but she sparked them as well. It was that rebellious oddity, and subtle coolness of hers; those strange creative attributes that attracted this awkward 17 year old. Emily is my poetry mentor who led me to a land of creativity, and freedom! Inspiring me to eventually, over the years, develop and expand my style, and to find my poetry niche.
Today I can say.
This is my Poetry.
I write this way . . .
It suits me very well.
I am a poet who dwells
With in that realm.
A place that is seldom seen.
Milt Lemke, Jr.
R E F L E C T I O N N O I T C E L F E R
An experiment in experimental poetry, and prose.
By
Milt Lemke, Jr.
Reflections of the way life use to be.
Reflections of the love You took from me . . .
As I peer through the window of lost time . . .
From:
Diana Ross and The Supremes
From Their album: REFLECTIONS, 1968
REFLECTION
I have come up from my past
To write and to speak.
I feel strong! Confidant! Not weak.
Daring and sweet.
The few Souls I write about,
May They dwell in Heaven!
For this lowly lonely old Soul
Has been rejuvenated!
i am here a’las in my past.
writing, too meekly.
thinking . . . i am the last.
small; timid; waning.
a ‘souls i have written some
They might be in hell.
a ‘quest I’ve sought a soul myself.
stagnate words i tell.
PART 1
REFLECTION ON ME THE BEST WAY I KNOW HOW
I’M NOBODY
By Emily Dickinson
I’m nobody. Who are You?
Are You nobody too?
Then there’s a pair of don’t tell.
I’ll banish us You know.
How dreary to be somebody.
How public like a frog.
To tell Your name the live long day.
To an admiring bog.
THE FACE!
I looked in my mirror . . .
And what did I see?
Oh my gosh!
I said.
Another face?! Looking back at me!
So I turned away!
Then what did I see?
Whew! What a relief . . . !
Thank God, I only saw me.
I WANT TO BE A POET!
I want to be a Poet!
Not to throw it.
Not to stone it.
However, remember this is what I know.
Consecrating the words of Miss Gavin.
Don’t tell. Show.
Like those other Poets
Before me, see
I wish that I could
be.
How do They do it?
In with Them.
Oh! Let me be! Free!
I’ve read a lot of Emily Dickinson.
And Robert Creely and Robert Frost.
Elizabeth Bishop and many elders of the realm.
And some I never heard of . . .
Like Them! I want to be a Poet.
God! Please don’t let me be lost.
Drifting somewhere in that tangled creative space.
Yet I’ve dreamt I could meet these Poets.
And meet Them face to face.
Yet, some of Them are dead.
But really not gone away.
I might ask Them, shyly.
How did You do it? I too, like You, want to be a Poet.
They might laugh at me, but then again not.
Perhaps They would lay a smile on me in a kindly,
Sympathetic, but noble jest.
But I am sure as I wrench out these words, They would say.
Just be Yourself, and do Your best.
There are other Poets I
Never heard of; did They go amok?
Hey! Look!
They too are named in many and many
Prestigious books . . .
MY CHILDREN MY CHILDREN
Oh my Children! All my children.
Fragmented as You are.
Coming together and representations of this Host,
For the most, by far.
Oh my Children! All my children.
Gestating Embryos; developing fetuses . . .
Growing yet in an old womb that can’t
Get its feet off the ground to search for
Your special nourishment just can’t be found.
Oh my Children! All my children.
Your food, my children, should be provided from that Outsider.
A charlatan! Who keeps Your food away. They have the say.
And yet incredibly little has happen to You, hence You.
My Children can’t seem to leave the safety of this one provider.
Are You never to see the light of day?
Oh my Children! All my children.
I am Your Mother, and I am Your Father, my milk
Is not enough to feed You, my breast are not mature.
But one thing that excites me is that when I’m dead,
You can have that much needed food. A feast! For sure!
And finally My Children, You will sprout, and grow!
And grow! For my dead body will contain all the nutrients,
Minerals, and vitamins and perhaps in time every one will know.
For it is at this time, when I die, that I’ll gladly give up
Myself, for I love You . . .
Oh my Children! All my children.
BEHIND THE SHUT’N DOOR
What is behind this shut’n door?
Where sun’s light is not allowed?
I must know!
Curiosity is playing tricks with my mind.
I have many questions to ask.
Is it what I am standing on?
This floor of pebbled stony gravel? Dirt and oil?
Or of some strange flowers. Erotic aroma sweet
A bouquet of flavored scented sweet flowers . . . ahhh . . . .
Yellow black spot daises?
Purple stink weeds? On the other hand, Queen Anne’s lace.
Whose delicate flowers burst like white firecrackers bursting upon!
Exploding upon! Shooting rockets, and spreading her sparkling, Crackling diamonds towards a radiant, and dazzling sun.
What can it be? Confusion? Yep! Bewilderment.
But my inpatients; escalates, further. I must
find a way. I must! I must! I must!
Perhaps . . . Just a peek? A little one—? Oh! A hole!
Fits perfectly around my right eye.
My eye feels irritation as I peer through this