Sunday, August 18, 2013

TWO NEW POEMS

  Greetings Poetry fans (delivered in my best Bill Scott voice), I submit today, for your poetic approval, not one, but two new poems that I have no other place for, other than here in the KITCHEN. . .


 "Under Brimming Stars"

 by 

 James Patrick Lockett


Under the brimming stars

faint distant scent of coffee and campfire

danced under my nose 

and i thought of you

distant laughter and the rattle of ice 

in an empty glass

filled my wonder 

as to how you were now keeping warm 

under the brimming stars. 






 AND...



 "HIDE "

 by

 James Patrick Lockett 

                                         
My eye is split, 

I saw it in a reflection on the train, 

between breaks that allowed the night to hug the window.

And it allows me to see the two of you; 

The you, you think you are,

and the you, you are meant to be. 

Not as others see you, 

not as you see yourself, 

and far from the shadow that clings to you 

that we all see and that hides from you in the night. 

The you that is yet to be, 

or the you that may never come forward,

hiding from all that fail to see you, 

whoever you chose to be. 



 As always, comments, good or bad are welcomed. . .


 Copyright 2013. James Patrick Lockett. All Rights Reserved. Used here by Permission.

Thursday, August 15, 2013

    Just this morning, I learned of the passing of an old friend, Gail Kobe.  Gail was not only the producer responsible for my stints on both Guiding Light and The Bold and The Beautiful, she was a fine actress in her own right.  I still smile when I catch her in an old Twilight Zone, Mission Impossible, Outer Limits, Bewitched, etc. and I always will.  I had an old James Dean sweatshirt that I wore all the time, she never missed the opportunity to point out that she had been in East of Eden - I'll have to see if I can find a Gail Kobe sweatshirt.  Safe journeys, Ma'am. R.I.P.

Monday, August 12, 2013

       So I was asked the other day, why I haven't posted anything of late (the past six-months late, apparently). My, how time flies when life is okay, huh?  I'd love to blame violence in Jim Carrey movies, or the continuing shenanigans of the reality show The Real Teapublicans of D.C., or better yet my personal laziness.  But it's none of those, folks - well, maybe a little of one - I'll let you pick.  Work is steady, no major stress or creative blocks, things have been too good for the b(itch)log-a-sphere.  But, I have to remember there are good things to write about. . .but then, moods, like frames of mind can change. . .