poetry | David Fekete

A Ruffle, a Whim, a Whine

22 Apr 2018 Leave a comment

by davidfekete123 in Uncategorized Tags: poetry, relationships, sacrament, self-fulfillment, separation

Mine is a generation of relations

That don’t stay

Separation, reunion, broken connections

Together today

Tomorrow away

A ruffle, a whim, a whine

Is enough to sunder sacred institutions

For better, for worse

In good times, in bad

These used to be lasting words

And couples stayed, sad or glad

Relationships weren’t just a fad

A ruffle, a whim, a whine

Didn’t amount to a curse

We’re too concerned with self-fulfillment

Too accustomed to our own way

Too comfortable independant

Unwilling to give others their say

In a world without sacrament

A ruffle, a whim, a whine

The basis on which our hearts are lent

Time

21 Apr 2018 Leave a comment

by davidfekete123 in Uncategorized Tags: poetry, time

I remember a time

When most of the world was older than me

It seemed much of what I did

I was inexperienced in, it was all new to me

Now much of the world is younger than me

I know what I’m doing, and I’ve seen it all

To Play Like Darryl

24 Aug 2017 Leave a comment

by davidfekete123 in Uncategorized Tags: keyboard, music, poetry, scales

“It’s fun,” Darryl said.

He was playing pentatonic scales in every key.

Up and down the keyboard.

That’s what it takes to be able to play like Darryl.

Playing pentatonic scales in every key.

And it’s fun.

Home Is a Mental Construct

03 Jun 2017 Leave a comment

by davidfekete123 in Uncategorized Tags: home, memory, mental construct, poetry

The band cost me a tear

They were from home

Brought up a memory of home

I have no home

Only a memory

A memory of friends

Former friends

Home is a memory

A mental construct

I went back

Encountered a memory

But was only a visitor

An emotional tourist

The faces I used to know

Who knew me

Knew me no more

My memory encountered strangers

Startling, sad strangers

Home is a memory

A mental construct

And yet

I wasn’t happy at home

Day after day stretched out my misery

Stagnation and stupefaction and boredom

And friends,–the faces

Faces I encountered again and again and again

And that counts for something

That counts

This all I forget

When I miss my home

Home is a filtered memory

A mental construct

Perpetual Spring

26 May 2017 Leave a comment

by davidfekete123 in Uncategorized Tags: aging, blues, Jazz, Jesus, love, Moses, Mozart, peace, poetry, seasons, symphony, Zoroaster

As I age, the world ages with me

As it always has

Things I treasure go out of style

Live music, blues, jazz, the symphony

Peace and love

Mozart went out of style

And nobody knows where he is buried

Who performed for princes, kings, queens

High art, technique, form fail

Churches dwindle, consolidate, close

Zoroaster, Moses, Jesus shrugged off

They follow Zeus, Apollo, Heracles

There is no perpetual spring

There follows summer, autumn, winter, and spring again

As I autumn, I can’t see spring again

No, I don’t see spring

I will be leaving this world

And I look toward another

And as my world dies, perhaps it is well that I also with it

I think less of my legacy than I do my potential

In my autumn I see perpetual springtime

The Footfall

22 May 2017 1 Comment

by davidfekete123 in Uncategorized Tags: brokenness, elation, electron, galaxy, humble, planet, poetry, pride

I have lost and been broken

In brokenness, I am humble

I have won and been elated

In elation, I know pride

Knowing extremes, I walk a measured pace

In full awareness that pride posits humility

A bowed tree will never right

The sky will never ground

I walk a middle way

Clouds are more or less fog

In brokenness I see pride

In elation, humility

And neither really matters in the long run

The page my pen darkens

How my face meets the face of the other

The soul of a heart that touches

The footfall placed in front of another

The planet’s ambulant circuity

The galaxy’s aeonic spiral

The electron’s quantum shell

Measure time and times and half a time

All I really know is the footfall placed in front of another

Sonnet: Carol and the Limits of Language

11 May 2017 Leave a comment

by davidfekete123 in Uncategorized Tags: beauty, language, metaphor, poetry, Shakespeare, symbol

When Shakespeare sought to praise his love

He found that words and language failed

No metaphor or symbol was enough

Every comparison simply paled

If no one used our language better

And the words of our best poet wouldn’t do

How could I arrange line, word, and letter

And begin to rightly praise you?

Only with the language of my heart

And only with the truth that’s in my eyes

Can I begin to hope to try a start

To rightly tell the beauty that in you lies

The limitations of the written word

Will never speak as loving hearts when heard.

What Olding Means

09 May 2017 Leave a comment

by davidfekete123 in Uncategorized Tags: accomplishment, age, injuries, judgements, lost skills, olding, patience, poetry

Olding means the recollection of skills you’ve lost

And revelling in a lifetime’s practised accomplishment in one, or a few

Olding means counting your age by the number of injuries you’ve collected that don’t heal

You can measure your age by your patience

–The things that no longer set you off

You can feel your age by the ease sound judgements bring

You know your age by moderation,

–Having overcome impulse and craving

Olding age has seen a lot, and undersdtands, bears, and tolerates

Olding age lived well is wise

I hope young people will look forward to olding

–All the while enjoying their journey

And that olding people settle in happily to their age-right

As I did and do

The Applicability of Experience

09 May 2017 Leave a comment

by davidfekete123 in Uncategorized Tags: adversity, lectures, love, poetry, science, writing

From science, I learned to sift through irrelevant information and find the essential fact.

This has helped me chair meetings.

From lectures in school, I learned to listen well.

This has helped me minister to my neighbour.

From writing term papers, I learned to express complex ideas simply.

This has helped me to talk.

From reading poetry, I learned to capture volumes in sentences.

This has helped me to write.

From adversity, I learned perseverance.

This has brought me accomplishments.

From broken dreams, I learned to bear pain.

This has taught me to love.

How A Poet Says Goodbye

06 May 2017 Leave a comment

by davidfekete123 in Uncategorized Tags: etymologies, lexicon, music, poetry, script, text

WORDS AS FOCI FOR ART

Words can be music if spoken

Sonorous sentiment

Words, the substance of

Lexicons, dictionaries, etymologies

Meaning

Words are rigorously attached to their definitions

Meanings, less so

Words can trace back into a vacant etymology

Meaning detach from word

Attachments, words

Weak modes of connection

Breaking under the strain they must carry

Silence

Time together spent silent

Conjoining time

Left to language

Lexicons, dictionaries, etymologies

Definitions, music, meaning

Words

The substance of drama

Scripted language

The extended moment together

Sharing a single script together

Comedy or tragedy

Ribaldry, betrayal

The curtain comes down

Bringing the play to its quietus

Each returns to private discourse

Departing from the play

Fiction for fact

What was made

Left lifeless

The text closed.

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