Eclectic Harvest
By Don Agey
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When I was honorably discharged from the navy, I found myself in the situation where none of the people I came home to had any idea of what I went through. There was a pressure in my head and my heart that I did not know how to release until I wrote my first poem. I hold feelings in, and I don’t know how to articulate what’s going on. But that first poem opened a door, and I gladly stepped in.
Some of my earliest poems are not in this book because they failed the test of time and several moves and bad choices in storage. Some were rewritten to a certain point or they just diverged as my skills grew. Some are dedicated to my wife, Kerri, and the meeting, greeting, wooing, sharing and the painful exit where I was forced to say goodbye.
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Eclectic Harvest - Don Agey
Wretched Words
I’d love to write in tangled verse
And abstract solemn rhymes
So all would want to read my terse
And melancholy lines
Or maybe get my point across
In labyrinthine lines
And get my readers all but lost
With convoluted signs
But melancholy just won’t work
And neither will the rhyme
I so struggle spelling labyrinth
The meter is a crime
And when they read my poetry
My peers and those about
They call the bar for stronger drink
And throw the author out
But I’ll keep writing poetry
At least that is I’ll try
‘til the sun comes from the west
Until my mind runs dry
Short, but True
I think and ponder lovely thoughts
And paragraphs profound
But then putting pen to thoughts
No such thing was found
O.K., before anything else some definitions. Denouement: the final resolution of all of the plot lines. This means that all of the questions are answered before the bows. Gran faux pas: Gran; large, great, grand. Faux pas: lapse, error, a moral fall, failure, decline. Adapted from the stage by the imnensaeble!?!? Don Agey, whew!
Life Stage
There was a time too long ago
When I knew what was what
I understood each act and so
I trod the boards with thought
I understood the part I played
What scenarios were mine
My mind was just a little frayed
But I mostly towed the line
A time or two I went off script
Or I simply missed my mark
The time my memory slipped
Or when my mind went dark
So all in all it wasn’t bad
This tap dance through my life
And all the adlibs to be had
Lent a fun sense to this life
Then things began to disappear
Like where to find my mark
My dialogue would not adhere
And why’s the stage so dark
So I approach the denouement
With one thing coming clear
Life is just one gran faux pas
And my exit line is here
This is another curious case of not knowing where it came from, where it was going, or what it said when it was completed. There is a term for this and I think it is ’free association’. If I had to translate that I would probably go with—a loose mind on hallucinogenic drugs.
O.K., So?
Tangentially speaking
Or right down the center
With my voice squeaking
Like some holy repenter
I mumble egregiously
And twiddle a thumb
Or speak quite propitiously
While chewing on gum
Or yet overly courteous
I then bow and salute
Not to be discourteous
Or too dissolute
Yet speaking or mumbling
Or bowing from the waist
Although very humbling
Is not that well placed
Instead I should whisper
Or use a low tone
And make each word crisper
To which I’m not prone
Having said a lot of nothing
With a lot of words I fear
I should accomplish one thing
By mercifully ending it here
All of us are flawed and all of us do stupid things. I do stupid things and make mistakes both big and small. When I do I pray for forgiveness. The problem comes when I can’t hear or recognize the answer.
I have this fear that I am deaf, or something is broken.
Failed
I make mistakes, I’m deeply flawed
And I do stupid things
The stuff I do no one could laud
Or all the crap it brings
It’s hard to learn from my mistakes
No matter what I do
Not sure now just what it takes
To start this life anew
But then You see it’s not my fault
You’re the one to blame
I prayed that it would all just halt
But You came up lame
O.K. so maybe that’s not fair
And maybe I can’t hear
I reach out and You’re not there
That’s my biggest fear
I’m not looking for exemption
For the things I’ve done
I’m afraid there’s no redemption
When I’ve run my run
I need help to make me whole
My cards are on the table
I am Yours heart, mind and soul
As much as I am able
December 13, 1955—December 08, 2004
As I am putting this book together it has been six years and three months since she died. There is a hole in my life and a vacancy in this house. This dwelling is still not a home, but a house where I plant my body after work and my cat makes her home.
My Heart
I stood my post the other day
And received the sorry word
That my life had passed away
When a painful loss occurred
Cast from a crooked mountain
By a sorry, wretched hand
Like from a broken fountain
Her life did flow, disband
Three lives cast aside that day
As they left the mountain road
Really four were thrown away
Because my life with her rode
I left our home the night before
Said I’d see her in the morning
Now it’s just a house; not more
Where I dwell in mourning
Life that we had planned for two
And the promise and the years
Swept away and left one who
Abides in loneliness and tears
Days go by in a steady flowing
Marked well by what’s not there
I should, I guess, note their going
But I really don’t give a. . . care
The daily grind. I don’t know how people can do this day after day. At work there is one night where I have certain things to accomplish in