My name is Nathan Nobbe and I am sending a sampling of my poetry for your publication consideration. If accepted for publication I would like to be considered for receiving print copies of your magazine. Also, if you would have further interest, i do have several other poems I could make available. Thank You.
On My Knees
I used to strut around my stuff
Pretty cocky in what I did.
I could laugh and wink and flirt a bit
And tell everyone the world I’d seen.
But sometimes it happens that we
Can’t explain a thing or two,
And for me it wasn’t a woodsman’s axe
That chopped me down to size.
It so happened that so it was,
That it was a pot smoking’ mama
That put me on my knees.
Now I could talk a good game of politics,
Philosophize and reflect on God.
Give advice to anyone who cared,
Walk upright and without a damn.
But lo let me tell you a thing,
A thing I’ve learned since then.
For a man a woman has more power
Than any other thing,
And for me that fact was proved to me
When I met the one that sapped me good.
The one for me that had the power,
That one the one I’ll tell you indeed,
It was a pot smoking’ mama
That put me on my knees.
Awakening
Asking for help
But why was it not
Sought
When digging the hole
You’re now found in.
The digging seemed fun,
Or at least held some promise,
Or reason.
How is it you finally saw.
That the sunlight no longer touched you?
That the breathing was difficult?
Was unfulfilling?
Or was it the walls that define
Now a perimeter of your existence.
Rescue me.
Throw down a rope.
Give a ladder.
I swear I will never do it again.
Reach out the helping hand.
It is there.
In front of you there.
Grateful and appreciative, yes
Thankful be.
For one more chance
Your freedom reprieved.
Vapor Visions
Surrounded by sale and trade and commerce
The modern world well lit.
The unattainable goal is near,
And draws my attention e’en though
Distractions appeal.
Differences reconciled.
A new goal appears. Or so I think.
Plans are pursued.
And where my focus had been
Is now gone away.
As I go toward the one,
The best I have ever seen.
My plans are in full motion,
Another yet appears.
This one is clearly distant,
An investment I cannot afford.
Now what of the other?
It has disappeared.
Was not at the end of the plan
As I had been convinced.
Must have been a distraction but
Now where is the real.
Many visions arrive, then pass by
My attention now fleeting
A direction is not there.
