Last summer I posted a series of poems I produced between 1987-1997 (or there abouts) and tagged them as “Throwback Thursday.” As I shifted my site around, there really wasn’t any home for these poems, so I’ve finally put together a page listing them.

According to stats many still get quite a bit of traffic, so that’s pretty cool. I wanted new people to get a chance to read them, so take the poetry link at the top of my site or just click below:

http://www.ronearl.com/poems

Hope you enjoy. Maybe I’ll get back in the mood and write a poem or two again.

Today is National Poetry Day. Also it’s Thursday. And sadly today was also the memorial of my childhood friend’s father, Donald C. Best. I didn’t know Mr. Best well, but I hung out at his house plenty during my grade school years. They had the best basement with model trains and race cars, everything a yong boy would want. He was a good man, friendly and helpful. My memories of him are all positive.

At the memorial Brent, my friend, gave a eulogy and it brought back so many good memories or as Brent said, “build new memories.” It put me in mind of a poem I wrote after the death of my great grandmother. In death we are reminded of life.

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Well folks, this is the last Throwback Thursday. No more, unless I find another stash of lost works. So I guess I can’t say never, but pretty close.

There are other poems, but most that are left are derivative of the ones I posted.

Tonight’s poem started out as a homage to Walt Witman’s “Song of Myself” and then it took a detour. This is also a published piece, or so I was told. My mother had taken it to work and a co-worker liked enough that she asked if she could put it in her newsletter for the local chapter of the NAACP. I was flattered obviously. Pretty fly for a white guy.

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Come on everybody, show me your back back for throwback Thursday.  Amazingly, I still have poems to rummage through in my vault of horror. This week is one that was published in 1987 in “Listen: A Book of Poetry and Prose.” That was a publication put out by my alma mater, George Washington High School.

It’s sappy, and I really really wish that wordpress handled formatting better.

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I had been working in my mind all week on a poem I felt I needed to write. I know I have all the parts but as I tried to put it to words, I couldn’t get the pieces to fit. So I will have to wait to post that poem another day.

I was going to let this weeks Throwback Thursday pass, but I was urged otherwise. I said today’s poem was going to be special, so I found something special. Well at least something interactive in that this poem from my past is untitled. So after you read it, I want you to tell me what you think the title should be.

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