Waukesha Open Poetry

10/01/2022

03/27/2022

My Thoughts Are Like A River

My thoughts are like a river, flowing through my mind.
Always to remind, life’s positive moments to seek and you will find.
If someone annoys you, still try to be kind.
Tides washing away the anxiety to find the calm.
Flowing down life’s ups and downs, from disappointment to find hope.
Hearing nope, looking through the telescope to see yes.
You will find in times of stress that you are truly blessed.
So tune out all the negativity send it down the stream.
You will see things aren’t as bad as they seem.
So follow your dreams on the upward stream.
Towards the bright sunbeam.
My thoughts are like a river flowing though my mind.
A brighter future isn’t far behind!

11/29/2021

While I don’t live in Waukesha myself, I was very involved with Waukesha Open Poetry while it was still a meeting group and I do play guitar at Open Mics in the area and I do have musician friends in the area who’s shows I go to. I also love looking in the little shops downtown. I was inspired to write about my feelings on the tragedy.

An Outsider Who Cares

It happened late one November day
A normally joyous family event turned into tragedy
Sixty injured and six dead they did say
Watching on the news in Milwaukee , while in my bed I did lay.
All this happened in a city called Waukesha, a city about 20 minutes away.
I posted on my Facebook, “I hope all of my friends in Waukesha are ok!”
Physically Ok, they were, but I was no less heartbroken for the people of the city and those missing loved ones for the holidays you see.
A lump formed in my throat, tears welled in my eyes.
For those hurting and the victims who died.
Unlike families of those with terminal illnesses, murder victims families are deprived of the quality time to say their goodbyes.
For the many at the parade who saw things they would never wanted to see and who as a result may suffer from PTSD.
So where do all these events leave me?
I’m just an outsider who cares you see.
For Waukesha I have empathy.
You see they are my arts community.
It started in a little group called Waukesha Open Poetry.
A group of wonderful people who with open arms welcomed me.
From there I met a lot of local musicians and bands, who at some of Waukesha’s clubs I went to see.
To pick up a guitar again they inspired me.
So I started going to Open Jams
Just an amateur and outsider from Milwaukee you see, yet they accepted and welcomed me.
Making many friends
My loyalty to this city and its people will never end.
Giving to strangers Go Fund Me’s and The United for Waukesha Community Fund.
Despite still feeling very bummed.
Seeing many business start fundraisers
Reaching large sums
People from all walks of life coming together grieving and comforting each other.
A community United as one.
Yesterday, I went to Main St.
To do some shopping and I just had to see for myself, the aftermath of this horrible tragedy.
Flowers, teddy bears, candles and tributes on just about every corner I did see.
In Veterans Park, an even more overwhelming and heartbreaking tribute I did see.
Sad stories from people in the community with closer ties to the tragedy.
Hearing of things I’m glad I didn’t personally see.
While there I bought some items to help those effected in the community.
While there, stores handed out blue lights to light up your porch to honor and remember the victims with a moment of silence on Sunday at 4:39.
Yesterday afternoon I installed mine.
To show I stand with my 2nd community.
If anyone asks….
To them I say…
In times of trouble, I’d do anything for this community!
I’m just an outsider who cares!

11/24/2021

Waukesha open Poetry is probably getting some attention since the incident. We are all struggling in these hard times and we probably need some place to release our thoughts in the best way we know how to express them. Please feel free to use this space to do so and post. We haven't had a gathering and quite some time, but if you have any ideas for a public poetry memorial, please feel free to bring up ideas on times and locations, we would be more than grateful if you volunteered to lead it. We will do everything we can to assist you on the event.
💔 Waukesha 😢

08/09/2021

Return of The Arm Sucking Vampires

Early morning
Nothing to eat
Drive to the crypt
Wait for the vampires
Teeth sharp as needles
Thoughts of pain I try to deflect
These guys don’t drink from the neck
To my alarm
At an early age, they love to sip from the arm.
Leaving it nice and sore!
Taking extra blood back to the crypt to store.
Until they find their next victim and suck up more.

02/09/2021

I Demand Wet Food Right Meooowwww!

I demand wet food right meow!
I said meow!
Didn’t you hear me human, meeeeoooowwww!
Why are you always so slow?
Don’t you see the hungry little furry creature below?
Why are you making your bed?
If you don’t attend to my food bowl, I might soon be dead!
Meow!
Meeeeeeooooowwww!
Meeeeeeeeeooooowwwww!
Why are you tending to your face and hair?
Didn’t you notice the happy bowl I made over there?
Feed me human slave!
My little kitty life don’t you want to save?
Meeeeow!
Meeeooowww!
Meeeooowwwwww!
I demand my wet food right meeeeeooooowwww!

02/09/2021

Unity Part II

It shouldn’t be about what one believes or doesn’t believe.
Unless one is out to harm thee
One should just be allowed to be.
We all have different religions, politics and philosophies.
Although a lot of times we have more in common you see.
Whether it’s a love of animals, music, sports, or art.
We don’t have to be driven apart.
Just focus on our similarities!
I’ll respect you
You’ll respect me!
We can have Unity!

02/09/2021

Drums In My Head

In bed
Feeling half dead
Nausea
Pounding head
Please kill the lights
There are drums in my head
Fluid flowing opaque
For heaven’s sake there are drums in my head
Wake up in a strange bed in another land
Where the rice is so bland
Without soy sauce, I can’t stand
What dread
There’s a screaming child next to my bed
A real pain in the neck
What the heck
There are drums in my head
Daily vampires take blood from my veins
A disease of the brain
Lumbar puncture
Chaotic thoughts no structure
Two weeks like this
Thankful to be alive
Not Dead
Drums no longer pounding in my head

01/30/2021

Date With A Vampire

Early in the morning,yet still dark as night.
Black cat is hungry
Must be fed!
Need to get going
Have a hot nocturnal date
Don’t want him to go to his coffin bed
Kisses from the jugular, by the ankle or elbow.
That’s where for him I bled.
Stay away from the day light
Grab some coffee to go!
Must not be late!
Off to meet my date with the undead!

12/02/2020

The Grinch Who Almost Stole 2020 and The Hope of Cindy Lou Who

Wind back to the start of 2020
Nobody would have thought the year would have been stollen in a flinch.
Instead 2020 became the year of the Grinch
Stolen were open mics and live music
During these times music is therapeautic
Large get togethers with friends and family, but no thanks to you Mr. Grinch that was stolen too!
You brought out the hoarders
A shortage of TP there would be.
Having the runs
What a catastrophe that would be
Having to conserve TP
I guess that’s just the way it has to be.
Everyone in masks
Making it slightly hard to breathe
When can we get rid of these things one only knows?
Stealing 2020, Mr. Grinch how far will you go?
You made 2020 stink, stank and stunk
How do we escape your funk and all this junk?
What do we do?
Look to Cindy Lou Who!
Friends and family get together
Open Mics and Poetry events all on Zoom
All the while, internet friends meet from across the miles.
Walks through the parks
The beauty of nature
Nothing greater
Helping out your neighbors
Checking out holiday lights after dark
Listening to the kitty meow and dog bark
Still having a stable job, good immediate family and food on the table.
Still having much to be greatful
You thought you could steal it all Mr. Grinch
But if you only knew.
Victory in hope and the positivity of Cindy Lou Who
This Christmas there is no need for us to be blue.
Look towards a better year of new.
So Mr. Grinch, boo to you!

10/09/2020

Here’s a scary poem for any horror fans out there. This one is called, The Asylum.

Dark dreary
Halls upon halls of light institutional blue painted walls
An invisible voice calls
Are they foe or friend?
They never end
A couch with sharp metal teeth hungry to be fed sits against the wall
Running, screaming down deserted halls
Hallucinations, but not high
Down the next hall dodging evil turtles that fly
The ghost of a screaming and kicking young girl on the floor of the abandoned office nearby.
Please, somebody?
Anybody, help me escape this asylum?
This can’t be real!
Not knowing which way is out or in?
Demons spitting
Ghostly bodies hitting and fitting.
This isn’t funny
I’ll give you any amount of money!
You bet it!
Please just show me the asylum exit!

03/29/2020

Just a humorous poem I came up lately inspired by the hoarding situation at the grocery stores!

There’s No TP

Drive to Pick N Save
Not a s**t the hoarders gave
Oh No! There’s No TP!
Try the Pig
Through the isles with a zag and a zig
What will the state of the shelves be?
They are bare with no TP!
Let’s try Sendik’s shall we?
Check the shelves!
There’s no TP!
On to Target
There’s no TP
This is an emergency!
What do we do when we need to poo or p*e?
Flash back to the 90’s
Beavis and Butthead on MTV
Starting to relate to Cornholio you see!
Forever in search of TP
Excuse me, Do you have TP?
I need TP!
To all the hoarders out there, please send me your TP!