The Web Poetry Corner
DreamMachineThe Web Poetry Corner is a Dream Machine Site
The Dream Machine --- The Imagination of the World Wide Web
Google

The Web Poetry Corner

Robert Berrett

of

Orono, MN, US

Home Authors Alphabetically Authors Date Submitted Authors Country Submission Rules Feedback



If you have comments or suggestions for Robert Berrett, you can contact this author at:
BEARIT@concentric.net (Robert Berrett)


Find a book store near you, no matter where you are located in the U.S.A.!


Cerzan

...the best independent ISP in the Twin Cities

Gypsy's Photo Gallery


On the Ocean

by

Robert Berrett

On the ocean
We build a castle of sand
To mark the place
Where dreams and true space collide
The sand
Is not so strong you see
The tide
Is greater than this illusion of me
And the castle walls
Hear the ocean's call
So we bury ourselves once more


Refined

by

Robert Berrett

If I were a cannonball
Would I be so round
That wind could not effect my flight
But pass without a sound
Until I meet my end
With sparks and burning light
To drop the ranks and give no thanks
To my undistorted flight


The Fish

by

Robert Berrett

The fish swims
Seeks asylum
Beneath the sand
The fish floats
Dries
In the hot mourning sun
The fish is gone until next year
A tale to the young
The fish
You and me
The fish is all we long to be
The fish
The end
The Sun's dead friend
Kill me quietly


Nothing

by

Robert Berrett

And in the end there was nothing
And in the end I was free
Nothing is what I sought
And nothing is what made me…me

And those who had expected more
May be in for a great loss
For nothing is the smallest gain
To be gained at the greatest cost


Dropping out of the clouds

by

Robert Berrett

Dropping out of the clouds
Like rain
Little birds try to fly
Down and down, frightened they fly
Around and around, left only the sky
And they try. They try to fly
Floating on air gone rushing by
Left my eyes so dry
And blind, I try to fly
Falling, frightened, just to get by
and blind, oh so blind
I try to die

But then, He says
You must try
And Now I see
I was not meant to die
But, rather to try
To convince the others
That there is more to life
Than learning to fly
So I try

And my success is measured
By how I face the by and by
Upon my leaving
There are hundreds of others
Left to learn how to fly
Or simply learning to get by
But at least I know they will try
So they try
Oh yes, they try


My Skies

by

Robert Berrett

So my skies are much too wide
For your world to fit inside
Impossible, yes
But aren't they inviting
Even to you
Even to you


Apple Tree

by

Robert Berrett

Envision our World as an apple tree.

90% of those around us are content picking up the fruit that falls to the ground. They pay every bill-although late due to the seasonal cycle of apples dropping from the tree- and they dread the possibility of a bad growing season. This vast majority drives to and from boring places while watching the faces of their bored friends and family in the mirror. They complain of growing old while anxiously waiting for each day to pass without consequence. They say words to those around them that only other apple-picker-uppers could believe. And in the end, they are happy only to the extent of enjoying the taste of rotting apples.

9% of those around us gladly pick their apples from the tree. There are so many apples left on the tree because there are so few apple-picker-offers. Most of these people appear very content with their lives. Few worry of much more than the shape and color of their fruit. Although at times, one may stand on the tips of his toes to reach an apple that others could not reach in an effort to prove his exceptional worth.

That would leave 1%. During a normal life of apple-picking-upping and apple-picking-offing, many have alluded to a dream or possibly a vision of someone way up in the apple tree. Most call the story of this apple-tree-climber nothing but fantasy. But still you may wonder. There may be some truth to the story that tells of the best pickings being left on top of the tree. Throughout our lives, 99% of us are told repeatedly that the risk of reaching, much less the risk of falling does not weigh favorably against the return of a single truly wonderful and beautiful apple.

From way up here, the view is grand


Chicken Poem:

by

Robert Berrett

I wonder if I could make it
If I really tried
Like a chicken , not in the road
But somewhere on the side
Scoping the horizon, looking out for cars
I wonder if I could make it if I tried real hard

And one day if I venture out
The pavement cracked and cars about
I wonder if I could make it
Until a car clips my feathers and fills my world with doubt

And why did I wish to seek
That which was so far out of reach?
Why did I leave my family in my past
To cross into a world that can not last
Knowing that it would only lead
To another road upon which I will bleed
Why did I leave my normal life
For a life where crossing the road
Is the only real way to succeed?


Passing time

by

Robert Berrett

Do you simply pass this time?

Or do you say: "Right now, right here, at this point in my life and at
this moment in my day, with attention given to where I am and where I
someday wish to be, with full appreciation for what I feel in my heart
and the amount of yearning left in my soul, with a perfect balance of
selfishness and selflessness, with a knowledge of the fact that everyone
is just a spec drifting on the breath of the Lord and no spec is greater
or lesser than another, with the opportunity of knowing warmth and the
experience of knowing the cold outside, with dreams that often dare to be
dreamed and nightmares that cannot be ignored".

Feeling these things in the morning as you gaze into the mirror... Do
you say to yourself: "Can a kiss be so wonderful as to sooth the pain
in my life? Would a kiss make my day all right? Could there be a kiss
so simply perfect or could such perfection arrive in a simple kiss?"

Do I simply pass this time?


Currents

by

Robert Berrett

Swimming in an ocean
The currents confuse my mind
Separate beliefs in unique forms
Confront me all the time
Fish that float
And those who sink
Most just breath
The things I drink
And no one ever stops to think
About the current that is growing
Pulling us so many places
We'd rather not be going


The other fish

by

Robert Berrett

Look through the veil
A shroud of rushing rain
Two eyes peer out from below
Looking at the same
Then the mirror forms ripples
And the warped eyes are afraid to see
What a change in current can do to me
So he swims to a lower ground
Where silence is a welcome sound
To hurting ears

The darkness is asylum
From the eyes who cast the hook and fears


I saw

by

Robert Berrett

I saw a bird in the grass by a tree
Stared at him and he at me
Until the grass grew too tall
For either of us to see
Then I heard something moving around
Conscious of this dream that I found
Heard laughter though the bird could not fly
Saw a smile when I'd expected a cry
And he said that I expected the bad things to show
And so the bad was all I should know
But looking at him I sought none the same
In the midst of the storm I saw Sun in the rain
And in the midst of my death I don't see the pain
But rather the beauty of what I may gain


A small tidbit of my past schooling for you:

by

Robert Berrett

Basic theory of personality:
"I am what I think other people think I am."

Of course, that raises the question, can anyone ever know me?

I mean, is it possible to contort the theory into something that reads like this:
"I am what I think I have led other people to think I am".

And then, with further evolution:
"I am what I think I have led other people to think I am, but cannot rightly remember what I was before this whole damn process began."

In the end, who the hell do you think I think I am, anyway?


Strip the Bravest Trees

by

Robert Berrett

Strip the bravest trees
This war has left me lonely
I've withstood the lasting rain
But it hurts to be the only
Survivor
Flood this empty shore
So soon the Sun may sleep
By choice I stare down the tide
Into my life let water seep
Slowly
Drown the weakest reed
For its use is lost in time
And beauty is forgotten fast
Yet the beauty was not mine
Forever
Next let the wind blow time over me
I've seen more than I had wished to see
Let the wind blow time next upon you
Only time may bring us to a new
World


Thinking

by

Robert Berrett

Have you ever stopped thinking
Just long enough to really think
Ever stopped talking long enough to listen
Instead of answering the questions
Why not question the answers
Or better just to understand
The question you cannot answer
If a boy asks how a bird can fly
You say the bird has wings
If he should ask about the fish
You would say that fish have fins
I ask about the bird that cannot fly
You tell me that bird sings
And of the fish who dies and dries in the sun
You say his life has already been


Interpretation

by

Robert Berrett

Wondering why I seek out friends like myself:

Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil
Because there is another dumb shit walking beside me…
Following the same damn trail
Chances are good, he'll go first


Crystal existence

by

Robert Berrett

The crystal existence
Of a shallow past
Merged and now is whole
A spirit entrapped
Within the bounds of being broken
Shattered, is it not the end?
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
The dead are slowly absorbed
Into the soft earth
Links in an endless chain
Broken once, is it not the end?
Water seeps through the layers of dirt
To meet the seed far into the depths
And feed the seed
So one day, all life will emerge
To see the beauty of the Sun
Rising, setting, to rise again
Makes you wonder, "Why so sad?"
When happy is clearly not the end


Chance

by

Robert Berrett

If I could hold you naked, under a waterfall.
If I could touch your arms and lick your breasts while water flowed over us and through us.
If we could unite in an instant and stay connected for
What may seem an eternity.
As the water falls, the drops of sweat
Dissolve into very subtle screams.
The scratches on our backs, seen in
Sets of four of five are cleansed in the noise of water.
Our lips have
Long since melted into a mass of softness.
Our body's collapse at the
Same time as the water reverses it's flow and the world stops and the
Birds drop from the sky.
This is what I chanced to tell you.


Choice

by

Robert Berrett

Today is the turning point
The traveler makes his choice
Turning to the Sun instead
Of hearing his own voice
Today is the dawning day
For the soldier finds his mind
In hopes the Sun will give to him
The life he left behind


Success

by

Robert Berrett

A mountain made to change your view
Climbed, the view includes you too
Turn around and tumble down
You'll find the distance from me to you

I now realize the extent we grew
As what was false is now so true


Strip the Bravest Trees

by

Robert Berrett

Goodbye
(For Mom G)

Strip the bravest trees
This war has left me lonely
I've withstood the lasting rain
But it hurts to be the only
Survivor

Flood this empty shore
So soon the Sun may sleep
By choice, I stare down the tide
Into my life let water seep
Slowly

Drown the weakest reed
For its use is lost in time
And beauty is forgotten fast
Yet the beauty will be mine
Forever

Next let the wind blow time over me
I've seen as much as I wish to see
Let the wind blow time next upon you
Only time may bring us to a new
World

And now I see what God had meant
In a life that He had only lent
As a chance to reach the throne He made
As most ignore, For me He laid
The path

I rest, Oh God do I need to rest
I have certainly passed your every test
And I find the warmth within my soul
To let others pass while I'm to grow
In You

And mourning is a thing we do
To express our loss while beside You
And the day will come when we all must go
But it helps to know that You will show
Yourself

Revised: re-written for a great friend and adopted Mother, in passing.