Since
the early
1980's, CRYSTAL
IMAGES OF UNKNOWN ORIGINS
has been the group
title I have personally used to describe my verse. When, in 1997,
a lady requested a book from me, I chose CRYSTAL
IMAGES OF UNKNOWN ORIGINS as the title for my first
collection. This frist edition was hand published using plastic
ring "snap" binders. Only 15 copies were ever made, all but one
of those were given to friends and family.
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from CRYSTAL
IMAGES OF UNKNOWN ORIGINS |
One More Time
I wasn't expecting anything,
Wasn't sure I could handle it.
Yet, there we were, she and I, alone.
She held out her hand, and I heard the voice:
Here we go again
Just one more time;
Maybe this is the right time
Maybe its the last.
I held her tight to me
She felt so good, so right;
As though she belonged with me.
I told her that I loved her,
And the look in her eyes showed
She was hearing that small voice:
Here we go again
Just one more time;
You've heard the lines before
But maybe this time is real.
She said she loved me, too
Had known it from the start
We sealed it with a kiss
And I knew deep in my heart:
Here we go again
Just one more time;
I know that it won't last
But it'll help me for a while.
And when last night I saw her,
Her hand in his, she said
That she loved him too;
Had known it from the start.
And in both of their eyes,
I could tell they heard that voice;
Just one more time.
Roger
Golden 2/8/82
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Perceptions
Sirs:
The degree of perception
depends
Not on the angle of perception
But on the belief of the perceiver.
Any square may appear
rectangular, and
a circle may be a square;
If you're trapped on the inside
And don't know the difference,
or have the proper measurements.
Ask the religious leaders,
Or any politician;
Or your local lunatic.
Signed,
A Straight Line Going Around the Outside
Roger Golden Circa 1991
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Silence
You say to speak my piece,
Tell me to let it all hang out;
And my mind says
"
!"
So I answer with silence,
And it frustrates you.
But you can't see
Inside my mind
Or hear the words
"
?!"
Printed there,
Waiting to be uttered,
Just not knowing how
To voice themselves.
And the distance between us grows
Under the force of the wedge called
"
."
Which was only voiced
In helpless thoughtful silence.
Roger Golden Circa 1986
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Yours Alone
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Have you ever wished
for someone to do a thing
that was done for you alone?
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A long time ago, ages, or so it seems,
I met a pretty girl who gave a smile to me.
She pulled me aside, during a magic show,
said that she liked my tricks and just wanted me to know.
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I watched her then and on following nights
She'd sit up front under the colored lights;
and they twinkled in her eyes and they sparkled in her hair,
She seemed so strong and pretty as though she didn't have a care.
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But in private talks she broke my heart;
she told me things that tore me apart.
"It's just an act", she told me once, "This smile upon my face.
I bring it here, and put it on to help get me through the daze."
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One summer night She offered me a gift,
a little thing; I thanked her with a kiss.
I looked at it, and put it aside, it seemed of little worth;
But what I failed to see in it Was what it meant to her.
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A little thing cut out and pasted
for the smile of one on whom it was wasted.
She'd taken time, to make that gift And she'd done it for me alone;
And when I realized what she'd done I wrote her this very poem.
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Just as she thought long ago
as she pasted roses along a row;
I hope her seeing this will bring her a smile;
and that she'll remember it and me, for a while.
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Sometimes, hon
We're all so blind
and clarity only comes with time.
Sometimes it happens, So you were wrong;
I wrote this for you,
and it's yours alone.
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Roger Golden 1/13/97
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Last
Update: March 3rd, 2008
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2008 Roger Golden All rights
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