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Writing Samples: Poetry

All of the poems below were published on line by "Children, Churches and Daddies," and are © 2000 George C. Upper III. I encourage you to read them, and other poetry, at theScars Publications home page.

(Parental discretion is advised--some "Children, Churches and Daddies" poetry may contain language unsuitable for children, churches, or daddies.)

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Poetry Table of Contents
Barren

The spare was also flat; thus
we are forced to pass our time
waiting, hopelessly filling
the intimidating silence with vanities.

Your smile dims in twilight smoke--
your eyes were never with me,
stuck here, airless, loud exhales
echoing, echoing with silent vanities.

My face feels dead and heavy
as a boated tire, dripping
snag. Brackish water, fresh blood
quicken tongue, vanity in camouflage silence.

Headlights. A sharp intake of
breath, holding it, holding it...
but we will not be rescued
that easily from our vanity of silence.

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Horizon

There is only one line in the first group-
about ten in the seventh, but they're so
close together that I cannot count them
without getting closer, or asking the

artist, which would embarrass me. They lie
in different directions, achingly close
to right angles. I could ride them like
a playground slide, like a futurist, up

and down, arrogantly like my son. But
the lines would have to be turned upside-down
each time I reached a peak, or else I'd have
to find a way to sucker gravity.


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Midas

I understand she forced her son to drink
such large amounts of water that he died
of poisoning-no lie! Who'd ever think
that such a thing was possible? He cried,
but not enough to save him. Did you know
that sunlight helps the body to produce
some vitamin to keep us happy? (Though
I'm tempted by my scarlet skin to choose
depression.) Did you hear about the queen?
The king has eighteen bodyguards and one
attacked her-true! The other seventeen
reacted late but took away his gun.

I'd rather be with you than anyone
else. Should I take for granted that we're done?


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Relative Dimensions

Keep that milk crate over there
and this one here.
They stack, I know, but
forget that for a minute.

That one looks smaller
farther away.

If I could have it there
and here at the same time,
it would fit into this one.
And then you'd have something.

What? Don't look at
me like that.

I'm just saying what if.
I know you can't do it,
but what if you could?
Then you'd have something.

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