Messing Around with Words: A Book of Poetry
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It is not easy to describe a book of poetry with no theme. It is, at core, focused perceptions triggered by images, events and frustrations. Poems range from sexuality and self-doubt to rage at homo sapiens generally. A conversation with Frank Sinatra segues into a walk in a hillside cemetery while the poet’s mother meanders among the tombstones.
Perhaps notably, the longest poem is not a poem at all, but a review of the writings of an imaginary poet laureate, whose intellectual rise and inevitable fall to age chronicle a life spent in the pain of putting it all on paper.
Containing poems both in rhymed format and free verse, this book taps the vulnerability we all feel—and then brings a smile of recognition.
Stephen M. Honig
Steve Honig has been writing poetry for five decades. Why? Steve suggests it is a defense mechanism against the lack of recognition of emotion in the world. His qualifications for writing poetry are, however, questionable. Asked about his credentials, the author replied: “Just read the poems and decide for yourself.” Classically educated in the Ivy League but better educated in the streets of Brooklyn, Steve Honig has a voice that is sometimes hard-edged, sometimes intensely sensitive, and always unexpected. The personal and the intellectual blend and clash in Steve’s writings; the struggle for feeling and the demands of communication are at an uneasy détente. Steve has four children, widely separated in years. He lives with his wife, his youngest son and a dog whose feet are always muddy, in a Boston suburb. He practices corporate law during the daylight hours. None of which explains the contents of this volume.
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Messing Around with Words - Stephen M. Honig
© 2019 Stephen M. Honig. All rights reserved.
No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.
Published by AuthorHouse 01/04/2019
ISBN: 978-1-5462-7055-3 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-5462-7054-6 (hc)
ISBN: 978-1-5462-7053-9 (e)
Library of Congress Control Number: 2018914390
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"I am the poet of the body
And I am the poet of the soul." — Walt Whitman
CONTENTS
Author’s Statement
POEMS OF LOVE
Love, Hate And Stopping Points In Between
Interior And Exterior Geography
Paradoxical Couplets
I Don’t Know
Man Bites Dog For Love
Love Is Confusing
A War Of Young Girls
Virtual Virus
Aphorism
Floating Gliding Burning
I Don’t Love Her Anymore
It’s So Nice
Aspects
Ol’ Lil’s Little List
Dancing
One Intimate Priority
Prayer
Happy New Year’s Eve
Modern Puppy Love
I Miss You
Laura In The Morning
Ode To Springtime
Sonnet To L
S.K.
Progression Woman
It Ought Not Offend
Circus
Sonnet For Jeannie
Who Has Loved You?
Misapprehension
My Room
The Other Day I Did Not Love Her
Eyes
Midnight Telephone
I/You/We/You/I
Communications (Responsively)
Approximately Nineteen Lines Of Approximately Blank Verse
Annotated
Crystal
Take No Prisoners
A Conversation With Frank Sinatra
Is Lust A Sin Of Man?
Baudelaire
First Night
Sex Stream
Dementia
The Schwartzman Cycle
POEMS OF SELF
Four Poems After Midnight
Motor City
Blue Skies From Now On
The Sun Is In My Eyes
History Of Words
August 15, 1986/ 8PM
Old Book Of Rhymes Today
Muse Of Another Day
Sonnet: My Name Is …
I Am Born Tomorrow
POEMS OF AGE
Pain Of Growing Old
Goddamned Hammer
A Life
It Should Never Rain At Night
I’ll Tell You How It Is
Two Views Of Night
Three Poems At 72
Time Poem
I Float In My Bath
POEMS OF DEATH
Somewhere North (Fall ‘70)
Death Explained
Bryan
Sequence
I
The Dead Man’s Wife
Cambridge Graveyard
The Cemetery
River Of Death
Burial
Death Of A Soldier
Reflections Of The Dying, Echoes Of The Dead
MORE POETRY
Walt Disney
Whistling Taps
Whistle Down The Night
Morning In New York
Cauldron City
Times Square
Two Poems About Poetry
City Sill In Winter
Melting
Snow
Stranger Snow
New England Snowtime
Airplane Over Kansas (1970)
Flying
Four Poems About Poetry
Two Poems Not About New York
A Dialog
Apprehension
Breezy Day In P-Town 1980
April
Better Worlds
Bush
Church Stairs
Cold Wet Night
Dawn In The Hills
Dawn
Diffuse
Distraction
Do Not Call This Morning
Drive He Said
Dusk
Epilogue
Flowers
Folk Song
Hooky In South Boston
House On The Strand
I Came Like Water
I Take Walks
Ideas– Fall 1970
If I Am Afraid
Judicial Advisement
Known
Leaving You: A Poem In The Form Of A Letter
Letters To The Editors Of Life — 1980
Long Time No Rhyme
Mali
March Seashore
May Day, 2018
Money Money Money
Mundane
Night Of The Bitter Moon
Night Time
Normal
Not Well? Big Girls Don’t Cry
Nothing
Once
Patina
Photo Of A Dictator
Mealtime
Memories Of Tomorrow
Mind Heart Soul
Poet Of Body And Soul, After Whitman
Prairie Flower
Prologue
Rachel Cohen Sings The Blues
Ron Rico Rum Advertisement
Satchmo’s Lips
Shining
Shortest Day
Flag
Somewhat Like
Sun
Sunlight
Take A Letter, Better
The Bought Society
The Good Old Days
The Marriage
The Quickening
The Surrender
The Theft
Tomorrow
Tuna On Rye
Tanks
Coda For End Of The Book
AUTHOR’S STATEMENT
I wrote these poems for myself. I suspect all who write poems do the same. These poems trace my thoughts over the five decades during which they were written. They express themselves in two ways.
First, they are statements of ideas, as diverse and unruly as those ideas have occurred to me.
Second, they reflect an interest in words; the title of this collection is purposefully chosen to highlight that the words themselves have an independent life. Words are the stuff that dreams are made of.
You will note an inconsistency of style, for which I make no apology as the author himself is inconsistent. My mother raised me with a love of 19th century American poetry, much of it intensely rhymed and metered. There is something of a rewarding intellectual game in crafting emotion into ordered form, and in playing with ideas within a structure that can reveal unexpected juxtapositions. But there is also a freedom in letting those emotions and ideas pour out in such form as they demand. I see no reason not to mix those two methods within a single piece. Sometimes, you just feel like messing with words.
I dedicate these poems to the people who shared my life and ideas and emotions, as these poems contain the expression of those things; the poems are much their doing, and I simply the scribe. My mother who loved poetry and indeed in her declining years could remember not much but could remember, recite and smile about her favorite rhymes. My father, whose natural facility with words was passed down, whether by genes or osmosis I will never know. And to those women whom I have loved and who have loved me. And to my children; I cannot say that I love them as that word is trite and shop-worn and wholly inadequate to capture the width and depth of my feelings towards them.
I like some of what is within this book. I am shocked to have given birth to some of it. I cannot say that I like other things within this book, but I see almost fifty years of poetry as something of a personal history, and as such I have included it all. While it gives me pleasure to think that a reader would either like or find interest in the contents, that is not the reason for my causing this book to be published. Rather, and frankly, it is to be remembered and understood. We leave behind us a memory of ourselves within those few, those important few but indeed only a few, who know us as a person. For those who follow them, we leave behind some photographs, and a name on a family tree and that is all; at least, that is all for those of us who lead a private life without a public profile that finds its way into formal history. If you are vain enough to want to leave a record of ideas and emotions, how can you achieve that vanity?
Well, you can write poems and put them in a book. That is what I have done.
Fall, 2018
POEMS OF LOVE
LOVE, HATE AND STOPPING POINTS IN BETWEEN
[These poems date from 1970 through the end of the '80s and explore the ups, downs, depressions and elations of personal relationships we categorize grossly as love and hate; it is actually far more complicated than that, as can be seen from the euphoric and bitter works below. Seems that I remain often wed to rhyme, clearly a 19th century affectation; but the rhyme creates a controlled mood that can express peace in pace, or sardonic reference to peace when really what is happening is war - or worse. As to the blank verse, freedom from rhyme permits stream of emotion much closer to how we experience emotion ab initio, in its unanalyzed initial iteration. In all events, never apologize for what you write; worst that can be said of it is that it is bad poetry, and as to that judgment —who is to say?]
Cadenza
You are my song of love,
Cadenza in the sky.
You are the birth of Spring,
A new-born virgin’s cry.
You are the moon at dusk
Along the silent seas.
You are the breeze at dawn
That frolics in the trees.
You are the voice of life
That rises from the light.
You are the first-seen star
Across the spreading night.
You are my symphony,
Sonatas of the soul.
Flarings of the cymbals,
Drums that dare to roll.
You are the rhythm beat,
The how and where and why.
You are my song