Walk with Me: Intergenerational Poetry
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Enticed, I walked along the white sand beach
joining, by consent, a stranger
who was going my way,
as daylight slowly crept into light
and tangled my bare feet
with the sharp sherds of sand and frothy wavelets
which cooled my toes
and carried me away into another world.
Barry Savits appreciates the gifts life has afforded him, and enjoys reflecting on his varied life experiences and perspectives on the world around him.
In a collection of poetry and prose, Savits explores diverse themes that include social justice, the emotions and the possibilities often encountered along life’s path, and the lessons learned as we all attempt to overcome obstacles and challenges and love unconditionally. His vivid writings reflect on an introspective walk on the beach, a kiss tinged with mystery, an alley that lures late-night revelers, a look back at fatherhood, the crumbling of a wall against love and permanent involvement, and a baffled mind. Throughout his collection, Savits encourages others to enjoy the word play, appreciate the Eden in which we dwell, and welcome a world that promises goodwill and harmony.
Walk with Me shares poems and prose that explore one man’s life experiences as he embraces life’s gifts, challenges, joys, and obstacles.
Barry S. Savits M.D.
Barry S. Savits, MD is a US Navy veteran and retired physician who was Director of Surgery at St. Mary’s Hospital and Kingsbrook Jewish Medical Center for twenty-eight years. He is the proud husband of a middle school teacher, father of four sons, and author of two other books.
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Walk with Me - Barry S. Savits M.D.
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ISBN: 978-1-6657-3195-9 (sc)
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Archway Publishing rev. date: 11/23/2022
Contents
A Walk
A List
All I Have to Give
Ain’t That …
Advice
A Friend
Apple
Aging
A Letter
Alphabet
A Riot Within
A Kiss
At Home
A Love Story
A Letter to God
An Answer From God
Afraid
A Cactus in Alaska
A letter Ne’er Written
All in Pennsylvania
Bonnet/ Hose
Before
Brain Change
Bedtime
Bones
Beauty And The Beasts
Brother … Brother
Beyond My Windows
Cossacks
Curious
Chronology
Children
Celebrate
Chaos
Communicate
Choosing
Cold/ Warm
Connecting Metaphors
Collections
Cholent
Designated Sponge
Dim Sum
Dear One
Doodles
Dreams
Dice
Dumb Dumb
Dark
Drawers
December 1955
Darkness
Dare We Talk
Dancing
Exploring Hope
Eve
End Game
Embrace
Empty Nests
Everyday
Endings
Examining War
Fire
Foreskin
Fond Memories
Fences
Forgive, Not Forget
Finding Out
Filter
Fatherhood
Figuring Out God
Future
Friends
Gone
Godspeak
Green
Georgia
Gates
Haven
Holiday Market
Hold My Hand
Helen’s Happy Birthday
House, Home, Family
Home
How To Tell The Future
Heart
Honky Tonk Alley
Hovering
Hovering 2
Help
Heat
I Love All Things
If I Thought
Inside/ Outside
I Love You
I Thought
Instructions
Ice cream Man
I Have To Ask
Irma La Douce
Imagination
Inaugural Celebration
Jerusalem: Sisters of the Wall
Jungle
Knowing
Khyber Pass
Love Lost
Living Room
Library
Late Night
Maria Teresa
Mad Mind
Memories
Mothers
Moment
Modern Wedding
Mr. Payne
Music
Meteor Man
My Last Son
Noises
Nose Job
No Matter What
Now-a-Days
Now
Non-fungible Tokens
New York City
Not Spoken- Not Forgotten
The Night of Darkness
Old Age?
Once
One
Olympus Lost
Oysters
Pheromones
Poetry
Portrait of David
Peddler
Pictures
Poetry2
Poetry 3
Perhaps
Plotting an Agenda
Parade of Faith
Period{s}.
Past Passions
Perfection
Peru 1966
Proteins
Partisanism
Portrait Of George B
Roots
Resolutions
Resolutions
In 2021
Rubble
Restless
ROYGBIV
Rejoice!
She Says Yes
Stephan
So Many
Suddenly
Silences
September 10
Saving The World
Subway
Scorched Earth
Short Themes
Say Gay
Songs of Yesterday
Shoes
She
Smarts
Six Hours
The Dark Hours
The Sea
Trust
The Tablecloth
The Cottage
Throne
Thinking Love
2021
The Open Hand
Tomorrow’s Promise
Thinking
Talking to God
Today and Yesterday
Tomorrow
Tik-Tok Shorts
Tuna
The Baffled Mind
Tomorrow 2
Two Faced
To My Mother
The Trainee
The Ten Commandments
Three Surprises
Umbilical Cords
Understanding Love
Voting
Versions of Sin
Vacation
Women
What’s Next
War
WritingZzzzzzzz
Winter Babies: Spring Flowers
Walking
Words
Words 2
What Is Going To Happen?
Waiting In the Dark
What I Would Do
What Did I Do
What If
Why
Witness
What Happened Next
Warm Tears
Why I Write
You
You … And the Rain
Yom Kippur
76054.pngA Walk
The sea was edgy last night.
I heard its roaring voices,
both soprano and bassetto
from my windows.
It washed ashore
some of its flotsam and jetsam,
an act of sharing from its accumulated bounty,
tidbits of what lay deep within its provenance.
Enticed, I walked along the white sand beach
joining, by consent, a stranger
who was going my way,
as daylight slowly crept into light
and tangled my bare feet
with the sharp sherds of sand and frothy wavelets
which cooled my toes
and carried me away into another world.
I had become an explorer,
an archaeologist,
ferreting out the treasures
on the winding shoreline
which happenstance {or preordination}
placed before me
as a gift to eyes that see and ears that hear
and a mind to scramble both into
an omelet of ideas and emotions.
I saw a sodden teddy bear
half - buried in the sand.
lost from some child’s playpen
and carried away by the ocean currents,
perhaps to share
with others more in need than they
or to grant an unknown child the solace of
animal comfort.
Just beyond me, I spied an empty purse
which could have contained a litany of life’s
necessities
and other offerings, just for she who lost it.
It was carried away by raising tides
as she lay in the throes of passion with her
lover
upon a soft and gritty cushion,
temporarily shutting out the world
and other interrupting thoughts
to just be,
be open,
open ended,
never ending,
celebrating the pleasures of the flesh.
Where is she now?
Still searching on empty beaches
for redemption or for joy?
I saw broken bottles
floating around me in the frothy foam,
refugees from some drunken rowdy night
on the other side of the world.
Whose lips touched the rims of that which
remains-
so long ago, so long ago?
The Conch shell beside me
was more of a gift from nature-
A hint to the Out of Water World
that much more remains hidden beneath
the salty brine and waves of fury.
Just as it is in life,
I turned and addressed my companion.
"Move along with me, my partner.
Hear my story.
I have one, you know.
Then I’ll listen with bended ear
to your tale
so that we might walk together among the dunes of time.
Let us learn from each other."
A List
I made a list
of what I will embrace with joy
and cries of welcome.
This includes women, men, and rainbows
in addition to other more intangible touchables,
and even ephemeral end points.
Hello city!
Hello world!
Let me touch your hardened carcass
so I may feel the soft beat of your heart
and the kindly human feelings and frailties
that lay within your seeming bony carapace.
There came a time when i was still young
that I opened up the airways and breathed the tomorrows.
I gulped, then, as I grasped the passions, the learnings, the freedoms.
afforded within my world.
Before this epiphany
I had given no thought to my good fortune.
accepting the comings and goings
as entitlement.
Now, to prevent an overload,
I can but sip their essences.
Yet, that can be enough.
I am home again.
There, I hope that you will be waiting for me..
All I Have to Give
All I have to give
is what you see before you,
standing tall,
waiting for your response and acceptance.
My contributions to your lifetime
may seem small to you
but they will be as roaring thunder in my ears.
I can offer you loyalty-
to care for you always-
as you ride the waves
we might share together.
I will teach you how to swim,
even on dry land,
and hold your hand
at headache time
or in moments of grief and despair.
I can gift you partnership
in dreams of green pastures
and sunny Sundays
and children curled around us
as we celebrate our nights together.
I hope that what I can offer
is enough.
It is more than any stranger can promise you,
no matter what they claim to offer.
Choose wisely my love.
Choose me.
Choose a parade of happenings
we can enjoy together.
We can shine with a brighter light
if we are wrapped as ONE.
Ain’t That …
Thought the day would never end.
It did, bare footed,
music with its penetrating pulsations
rising up from lakeside, down below
skies blue
who would ever think
there would be so many worlds
like when we were young and beautiful
now our beauty takes a different channel
I love you plain and honest
no makeup-natural
cry at will-or smile
I remember both
you work too much
come home
nights can also be long
sometimes lonely
only sometimes
when you fill the spaces
my cards show a straight flush
I feel the victor
Hallelujah
the drums beat ongoing
there are times when I close off the sounds
other moments
my feet move to the rhythm
ain’t that life.
Advice
I tend to give advice
more often than taking it.
My sources ask,
I reply.
I try to picture their state of mind
and then direct the exchange
to one or two notches above their expectations.
Better to have a goal
and feel the possibility of obtaining it,
if one works towards it,
than to settle comfortably
into a clustered cloister.
I seem to be giving advice more frequently
nowadays.
Everyone thinks an octogenarian
will have all the answers.
I don’t.
I admit it.
That’s why I keep both ears open,
waiting for that latchkey core of data
that will give deeper meaning to
mere letters and words
spewed out randomly.
I stay tuned.
A Friend
He sat beside her,
often with hands held,
as she suffered through
a long, depressing illness.
She was lost in semi- thoughts
of why now.
Why now- why, why, why.?
Why am I here?
And He?
He who sat beside her
felt an obligation to be near,
eyes tearing,
to follow and to share
each step in her suffering
and to hope for a quick recovery.
He remembered long afternoons
under a warm sun,
of picnics, strolling on green sward
and laughter shared
with this now frail lady.
He talked slowly to her in low pitched tones.
His thoughts, penned in bookish phrases,
were carried on the molecules of air
that drifted between them.
At first,
she could not answer
to his words.
But she soon followed him
with her eyes
and blinked approval
of his perseverance and dedication
in being a bedside friend-
a loyal companion-
willing to wait and see.
For her part, she wandered in her mind,
from forgetting nearly all memories
to blurred glimpses of the past.
There were moments of semi- clarity,
and then, twilight.
She climbed upward, slowly,
until she reached the awareness
of the today world,
enabled by her strong will to live- and luck.
He who sat by her
was a major part of her rehabilitation.
Soon, she raised her arms in recognition
of His presence,
later followed by vocal utterances,
while bland and noncommittal,
had hints of a more deep-felt gratitude,
and even passions beyond the friendly.
As the calendar days marched by
and measured time passed,
she was able to take a few steps
out of bed, arm-in-arm with Him
round and around her bedroom’s open spaces.
They grew closer in all ways.
He smiled now,
and she copied His demeanor.
Doing so she regained the spark of life
she had almost lost.
Together, they once again laughed into the
wind, all the while defining the shapes of the
overhanging clouds and waltzing on sunbeams.
Their future now promised more possibilities
as time lay unfurled before them.
Apple
The Apple resounds strongly
in the historical record.
It may also be said to dictate where
mankind stands today.
In the Garden, it was a soft, chewy fruit.
Circumstances redirected it to grow a barrier
blanket
around its sensitive interior
to withstand often unfriendly climate encounters
and vengeful citizenry.
Carried to so many environments,
it also came face-to-face with animal and insect
insults.
The skin was an adaptation
granted by the ‘ONE on HIGH’
so that Eve’s descendants
could continue to savor Apple’s flesh
one bite at a time.
It was meant to be a college education on the vine.
Dining on compacted inter-knowledge
most certainly has had a positive impact
on humankind’s fickle performances.
All the while, benefits learned with
Apple’s development of a smooth and lustrous
covering
have been repeated in nearly all earthly species -
In trees, animals, and birds,
even men and women …
Hiding stunning attributes
beneath deceiving cloaks.
Aging
Fearful petits pas
tap of cane
brutal streets
midst towering edifices
only one facet of progress
the distain of passers-by
too slow too slow
flat feet
Paddling to an ancient rhythm
head inching down
overwhelmed by structural decay
abetted by time
and lack of maintenance
mind wandering
the path less clear
fighting to remember
fashion and modesty forgotten
drooling lips
body leaks
orifices in revolt
alone even in crowds,
grateful for even the slightest boost
to an ancient frame
In spite of everything
Ain’t Life Grand
A Letter
Today, a slice of heaven
came to me.
It met my eyes
which quickly filled with tears
and emotions
I cannot fully describe.
It arrived by mail.
It was a letter from my grandson,
Ayden,
ten years old.
He wrote a poem
in blank verse
and said he loved me.
He hinted broadly
that our chats by phone
and zoom
meant something important to him.
I returned his feelings.
His words meant mountains to me.
it was a letter from He
who will be here,
to carry on
when I am gone.
Alphabet
There are
twenty-six letters in our alphabet.
All are important.
All have their place
in the language we speak.
There are even more human skin colors
and hues.
Each one can have a meaningful role
in the world
we should want to create.
A Riot Within
There’s a riot goin’ on inside me,
especially in my upstairs where it counts.
Where eyes find focus
and brain waves prompt the movements to my
hands.
I’m in a fire engine red mood-
hot under the collar-
angry as a bull on Pamplona’s
cobblestone streets.
Don’t understand the heat
I’m generating.
I have to give the Devil his due.
He’s got me under his leathery left wing,
flying high,
so far up that the city streets define as fine ribbons
and buildings substitute for Lego pieces
waiting to be moved at will
by those more powerful than you or me.
We landed near Hell’s fire.
That got my goat even more,
and cranked up my bitterness
into full gear.
Let the world cave in
under its mendacity
and an economic hierarchy
which always short changes the damn fools
who walk the filthy streets,
as most humans seem to do.
My heart’s aflutter,
Fast,
pounding like a galloping horse at the racetrack.
I’m drooling because I can’t hold my
bod together.
I’m oozing out of all my pores,
falling apart.
Let me grab an axe
so I can feel it’s cold steel
complexion.
It’s an instrument I’ll need
to raise, to ruin
the rotten goods around me.
I feel so lost,
even I wouldn’t be able to find myself
if I went alookin’.
A search party would do no better.
Let me break down the windows and the walls
so I can see the hazy, polluted outsides better.
I see only mayhem in my mind.
The consolation prize
is the stench of civilization
mixing with the stale air
within my abode.
O ‘misery
O’ unhappiness
O’ the poisonous pits of silent despair.
Where do I go from here?
What’s next?
Should I go stalk my victims in the dark
Or …
perhaps a tall glass of cold milk and apple pie
will calm me down,
lower the fire in my feverish frame
and get me ready for a night of streaming Netflix-
my favorite channel.
Not a bad idea!
A Kiss
Ruby lips,
moist,
Inviting,
but tinged with mystery
speak volumes to my senses.
I admit to passion
and desire,
even though the luscious labia,
pressed to mine,
promise, for now, only a welcome moment
with no commitment.
All the same,
it is a reprieve
from all the salty seas
I have encountered
traveling through quixotic landscapes.
Although the now hints at more tomorrows,
I wait, expectantly,
for the next kiss
which I can then interpret
to be
at least
a momentary victory
in the ongoing battle for acceptance-
with eventual comradeship.
At Home
The afternoon was just like any other day.
Frank was on the Peloton upstairs.
The whirling of the wheels sounding from above.
Katie was nursing Will on her left breast
a chubby, noisy, adorable
ten-week-old man-child.
Willow had her dolls,
at two, a grown-up toddler,
strong willed, but alluring.
Katie’s husband Will sat on the couch,
phone involved, always,
planning, composed almost anywhere.
Joe came in the door,
coming home
from his middle school teaching job,
soaking wet,
sweating to be blamed on his uncooled classroom.
He was weighed down with grocery bags,
anticipating dinner.
He was greeted by all.
Grandmom, Pam, cooed over the baby
whose full attention
was his mother’s milky meal.
Barry was zooming with his writing class
which was blasting verbal creativity into