Story Time Friday – Where It All Began, poetry

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fancy lineresizeThis week is going to be a little different than in the past. Part of establishing Story Time Friday was to get new work out from authors/poets and myself. It wasn’t to showcase old work that readers may have read already. It’s a way to expose the new, and to get everyone writing…which is what I need to do more regularly: write.

Instead of new work from me this week, I’m going to jump in the time machine and take you along with me. I’m posting three of my earliest poems. That’s right! OLD work. These are the first three poems written in the notebook I was using in the winter/spring of 2005, in 11th grade. They aren’t my first poems, but as close as possible as I can get to that fateful day in the fall of 2004 when I first wrote a poem. Those first few poems are long gone, but almost everything since is still available to read if I share it.

Please note that the only alteration I’ve done with these is to correct 2 words in the first two poems since I typed them without proofreading a few years ago. Other than that, despite REALLY wanting to rewrite them with the knowledge and style I have now, I’ve kept them in all their decade old glory of an angsty teen. I hope my newer work doesn’t sound as whinny, haha.

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poetry by Robert Zimmermann

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…So where do we go from here?

Tears on my pillow
Are Tears of sadness,
Are Tears of joy.
Tears soak my eyes, my face,
And my soul.
Now my smile prevails, with the sight
Of a goddess, sent down from Olympus.
Her beauty not even the Muses could rival.
Never has my heart ceased to beat,
Until she sang her song so sweet,
That sent my head into a spin
Like the Sirens of old, drawing me in,
Just to crash and burn in the end.
But the end is not here, we can still be friends?
I won’t win her back, only hold her close.
To my heart she made so clear
That Love can’t be defined here.
Only felt, and felt only it can be
It forced on preempted
Disaster will soon be near…
…So where do we go from here?

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What He’s Told

Happiness will never come to a man,
Who never knew the meaning.
Only saw it on T.V., a perfect world of disbelief.
Living out his fantasies.
But in the end there is no relief.
The pressure builds up inside.
The doors are shut,
Were will he hide?
The world outside is so cold.
He can’t seem to find a meaning
To what, he shall not know.
For this he shall go on,
Forever living a lie.
With nothing to call his own,
Never wanting to go home.
There’s nothing left for him
Nothing for him to grab hold,
To survive, he must be bold,
At least that’s what he is told.

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The Flame Of Hope

Why is it that everything good,
Slowly fades away?
Once you experience something enlightening,
Each experience after, takes away more life,
More strength, and air.
Eventually the candle burns out.
Is there ever a way to relight the passion?
Is there a way to get back what you both felt?
Even if there is, is the wick too short to catch another spark?
Maybe you can only keep on trying,
Creating a new spark each time you want the feeling
Only knowing that you will be disappointed in the end.
So why do i try to continue what won’t come to be?
If i know all this, why do i waste my time?
But is time really wasted when the light goes out?
If some of the passion to go on survives,
Even if it’s hidden on both sides.
I guess each one must have hope.
But life will go on with or without unity,
Should the flame be put out forever,
Or hidden internally?

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Those weren’t too painful to read, right? I’d love to hear your thoughts on this early work. I know many of you have enjoyed what I’ve written in more recent years. Now you’re seeing the original poet. At least a little bit of him.

I was thinking, depending on the reception of these poems, I may think about putting together a “selected poems of 200X-200X” collection and sell it for a reasonable price. I’d go through and put a more “me” touch on the poems; I’d capitalize I, add stanzas (my enemy back then), and fix punctuation (another enemy). So it’d be a lot of the old, but mixed with the “educated” poet you’ve all come to love.

How’s that sound? Let me know your thoughts. You are my target audience after all.
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For those who wish to be part of Story Time Friday in the near future, you can send submissions to the email address that I formerly used for review requests (but don’t anymore since I’m retired . . . don’t try to be clever and slip on in 😛 ): miztrebor88@gmail.com. Be sure to use the subject “Story Time Friday Submission” and send your piece as an attachment (.doc/.docx would be best). Any other questions, feel free to comment here or contact me through the blog’s contact form.

Hope to hear from some writers soon!

#PoetryWeek – Kickoff – poet Robert Zimmermann

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Hello everyone and thank you for stopping in for the first post many posts planned for POETRY WEEK!

As you probably know, unless you’re a new fan (hello and welcome, if you are) I’m a poet before anything else. I published my debut collection, From Where I Stand, last November. And a few months later I released a chapbook called Winter’s Homecoming and Other Poems. Aside from the single poem, I Would, back in February, I haven’t really done much in the world of poetry since the first two releases. That’s about to change!

I created this event in order to showcase some great poets, and also to bring poetry into the public eye and be very upfront about it. I hope that that’s the case at least. I feel that poetry needs a little push and maybe this event is a start to that push. Aside from it being about poetry getting a little attention, it’s also a way to help push me to actually do something in the way of writing.

So what is the point of my post? I don’t know. No, no, I kind of know….

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Believe it or not, I’m in the process of writing a new collection of poetry. I even have a cover all made up and almost finalized. What’s left? Well, I actually have to write the poems for it.

But you’re all in luck!!!!! I have some poems written, and I want to give you a little taste of what the collection will have. Below you’ll find a poem that I wrote up last week and would like to include. I’ll also let you know the title (which could change at any time). I’m calling this collection A Sense of Fall. As the title suggests, fall will be a major influence and “character” in the poems. Not all the poems will deal with it, but being that I tend to find the most inspiration in this season, it only seemed right to include it a bit more. Many of the poems so far have dealt with nature and have strayed away from the feel of From Where I Stand. While that’s the case, I can’t say for sure that it won’t have a darker tone at times, but maybe you’ll actually get a cheerier read this time around. We’ll just have to see though.

Please enjoy this poem, and be on the lookout for more updates for A Sense of Fall. Also, be sure to come back tomorrow, and the next day, and the day after and so on…there’s more great poets and poetry to come ALL week long!

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Where I Am
(working title)

No,
I don’t know exactly
where I am,
but I do know
where I am not.
I’m in a patch of land
surrounded by man,
yet, it’s a place
that man forgot.

There is wisdom here,
among the trees.
Knowledge and lessons
under the leaves.
Years of tales,
stories to be heard
It is in the wind
and in the song of a bird.

I came to be taught,
to experience.
I’ll listen to the
wind’s whisper,
the branches as the creak,
and the footfalls of
a young deer
passing by.

I know exactly
where I am,
and I know exactly
where I am not.
I’m home in nature.

– Robert Zimmermann

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This is the part of the post where a bio and links will go, but since all that is already on this blog, because it’s mine, how about I just share links to my FREE poem I WOULD…

Grab it. Read it. (Review it, if you must). And above all…go enjoy some poetry!

I Would

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