Indifference
The Bruce Poetry ProjectI am but a splintered boat broken on the rocky shoreline of her indifference
Even after the wooden wreckage strews about me, bobbing up and down, I still look to shore forlorn hope of rescue
But it is not to come, as slowly I sink…
I’m a Bad Boy – Aren’t I?
The Bruce Poetry ProjectBeneath the smile that’s on my face
I long to be in another place
Where I could strike the mother lode
Do as I wish with my own moral code
Instead of following rules that render me toothless
I could do anything at all, including being…
I May Be An Asshole, But…
The Bruce Poetry ProjectSometimes when you want to reach your goal
What you need the most is a total asshole
When you feel like quitting and just want to sob
You can call your asshole to do the job
Instead of being sympathetic to your whining
I’ll kick your…
Great
The Bruce Poetry ProjectAm I out of juice or just getting started?
Are there clouds ahead or is sun them parted?
Close at hand is my seventh decade
I don’t need to work. I’ve got it made.
What’s the meaning now for what I do
My friends are retired and…
The Hat – Someone Really Should Tell Him
The Bruce Poetry ProjectHe bought a hat – a hat he bought
It gave him just the look he sought
Out he came from haberdashing
Thinking that he looked so smashing
Down the street he walked on air
Filled he was with savoir faire
Then on home to his sweet…
Fuck It!
The Bruce Poetry ProjectI knew I’d have no chance
If I asked that girl to dance
And I knew without a doubt
I’d never win the boxing bout.
No chance I’d be elected.
I might as well have defected
And what a silly notion
If I tried for that promotion
But…
False Dreams
The Bruce Poetry ProjectMy brain gets oh so fuzzy
With a drink then I get buzzy
I find myself so smitten
With the amazing words I’ve written.
I dare not self-admonish
Instead my words I find astonish
Til I wake up the next day
And then it seems passé.
I…
Duck Pond Poem (By Kim Stachenfeld)
The Bruce Poetry ProjectDuck Pond Poem (By Kim Stachenfeld at age 5)
Ducks in the duck pond, frogs there as well
I don’t really blame them, it’s a nice place to dwell
It seems like a nice place, although I hear them say
Quack, quack, quack, quack, every quacking…
Different Good Byes
The Bruce Poetry ProjectGood bye my wife I say in the morning
am leaving for the day
I will see you tonight come what may
Good bye my daughter your first day of school
Good bye my child as you go off in the world
But you will be back
Good bye my father…
America — A New Yorker’s Thoughts
The Bruce Poetry ProjectA would be Kerouac I went to hit the Midwest
Wondering would there I find America’s worst or best
On the coasts some call them flyover states
Denigrated as not with us – not our mates
Ask the Times, Wash Post or other news sources
They’re…