tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53455745084422360932024-02-07T10:43:01.595-05:00Vice and Verses*(New Poems...and, then some!)*William H. Balzachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10751383649935883535noreply@blogger.comBlogger70125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345574508442236093.post-30545188262752356572009-11-10T16:26:00.004-05:002009-11-10T16:30:41.287-05:00Our presence in the world, with love.Your body has become inspiration enough,like gathering together a private mapof my world, transfixed in a moment, coming and going; arriving and departing, at times,when I see you, in dream.How do you do it, keeping yourself present while absent?The very air you breathe, when we're breathing together,pulls me closer, inward and outwardit goes;and, we lie, spread out,in William H. Balzachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10751383649935883535noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345574508442236093.post-41213942369485980162009-10-22T03:18:00.004-04:002009-10-22T03:32:18.149-04:00Advice to the Ancients [Notebook]Sometimes,There are half-measuresThat shine.Build on thisWhen wordsCall to you.Expand from these small things,Because, life awaits.Every wordMay be importantIn their place.~x~William.William H. Balzachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10751383649935883535noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345574508442236093.post-83210768426979134312009-10-05T20:26:00.002-04:002009-10-05T20:32:15.793-04:00FYI :Today was a pretty special day for me:I've completed a 2nd book of poetry, a companion volume to "The Wind Shall Hear my Words..." [entitled: "...and, The Stars will speak them."]. The book includes some of the poems that have been posted here, as well as some that have gone unpublished.I hope to send the finished manuscript to the publisher on October 9th, 2009.As I always say, "onward & William H. Balzachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10751383649935883535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345574508442236093.post-75792024045963925082009-10-04T21:18:00.002-04:002009-10-04T21:21:16.259-04:00CloudsIn the other room,a piano, softly, plays.**I'm watching the clouds now;shifting shapes,slowly,drifting along,with my thoughts......Your fingers, on the keys,brush the elements: a body of motion, you've seemed.to me.**As clement,is this beauty,a touch, pierces the heart. The softness of skin, lingers,in each subtle touchof melody......and, You are here,....but not.**I'll open up myself,to Nature,William H. Balzachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10751383649935883535noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345574508442236093.post-47293868892208911812009-09-27T11:19:00.002-04:002009-09-27T11:34:31.733-04:00A Monumental RequestI've been asked to writeabout happiness:Smiley faces, and babbling brooks;Or, the pursuit of happy books--Evidence of timely things, stacked upon the shelvesAnd,Giving the goose to childish things.Sometimes, the glee is tamped-down,And there aren't any cheerful moments.It is the nature of life, they say, to be as rollicking as a roller-Coaster;As large in its emotions as an ocean of tears.Happy William H. Balzachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10751383649935883535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345574508442236093.post-35776758035513781772009-09-26T13:55:00.000-04:002009-09-26T14:29:20.735-04:00....Sexy One.The way you Hold your headin your hands;an upturned, saucy, smiletells me all.I want to be consumed by you;each moment,tied to you.Your embraceis what I long for.Your face,in my hands.......Kissable lips,so lightly, Longing, To love. `x~William ~~Copyright 09/26/09William H. Balzachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10751383649935883535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345574508442236093.post-24707104570441891062009-09-23T15:00:00.008-04:002009-09-23T18:51:14.829-04:00Untitled [Notebook]:I'll begin with the word, "untitled"; its transparency, and its invisibility,Heavy with whatever meaningYou'll will it to be. The world will enter here,Just as unknown, as long as we let it be.I want to treat each word as a jumper upon a trampoline;Reaching for the heights, the stars. Keep on, in your den,Because even the untitled find their place,Never untouchable,In their richesAlways striving William H. Balzachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10751383649935883535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345574508442236093.post-14785608259056495062009-09-20T11:00:00.001-04:002009-09-21T10:52:40.737-04:00Where's William??????????????????????:[music for "staycation"]I'm taking a short break in blogging & being online.See you all, once again, in two weeks.I need a staycation*, badly.`x~William. 09/1109.* A vacation, close to home & inexpensive.William H. Balzachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10751383649935883535noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345574508442236093.post-5070030012148454022009-09-16T11:42:00.000-04:002009-09-11T12:04:18.068-04:00Five, Six, Seven, Eight, and NineSomewhere,betweenKatrina and nowwe hadlost you.The remnants still linger,and time doesn't stand still;even though, we mayat times think it does.It is just a trick of the senses,casting out its reel,and latching on,without knowing whatthe surface holds.Those years,stacked up,carry all the weight of changes;some more subtle than others.The memory of youis a fine thingsolid as brick.In my life,William H. Balzachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10751383649935883535noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345574508442236093.post-11030697758602233832009-09-08T13:17:00.009-04:002009-09-11T12:03:31.354-04:00Wandering.It's always best not to set your sights too high;Feeding small animals, or a walk in the park, is enoughFor one day.You can smile,While admittingThe years you've worked;Capturing each patchOf crab-grass in your hand,Each moment reached, breached,And, bridged by concentrated effort.The world will not be still any longer. There aren't any silent momentsIn the City; however, you can wander thereEvenWilliam H. Balzachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10751383649935883535noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345574508442236093.post-27618613787222330882009-08-27T07:40:00.000-04:002009-08-27T07:43:07.439-04:00Creative HouseworkI'm nevertoo quickto clean.I like my dust,because it reminds methat I'm stillliving.And, this......Well,it makes mehappy.`x~William ~ copyright: 08/28/2009.William H. Balzachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10751383649935883535noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345574508442236093.post-44300367535243231492009-08-17T18:37:00.006-04:002009-08-18T01:36:53.834-04:00Youth Movement:Of course,you're different.we all were,back then,when wewere your age.Words were different;and,they carried more weight:a bright bit of typewrittenwords seemed solid, lastinginto a Summer's day,when being solitarybrought rewards.You're finding your voice,reaching for stars.We were waiting,back then,same as you;something that breathedindependence--loving anddifferent--like you.`x~William H. BalzacWilliam H. Balzachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10751383649935883535noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345574508442236093.post-83860978213715553522009-08-14T10:09:00.004-04:002009-08-14T10:31:58.886-04:00Life [Notebook]It steps in front of you,saying, "What's the meaning of this?";throwing down the gauntlet of its immensity.Somewhere, a bird lifts itself from the branch,hovering for just a minute.Then,like a tribute to progress,swoops low over a fisherman,reeling in a bass.You must capture the momentlike this.In life,you'll find,all of the fleetingness of numbers enacted in the shadings,between dawn and William H. Balzachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10751383649935883535noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345574508442236093.post-46626685839563898862009-08-10T14:13:00.007-04:002009-08-11T08:49:51.030-04:00To Do.In life,you only havecontrol over so much;asking only nowto get from Point Ato Point B.Nature, ongoing,falls back upon itself;never seemingto love a vacuum.There will alwaysbe anotherbus.Doesn't it feel good,letting the raindropsfall uponyour tongue?`X~William ~copyright ~ 08/10/09.William H. Balzachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10751383649935883535noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345574508442236093.post-45940875435392950702009-08-07T10:33:00.004-04:002009-08-07T11:56:22.660-04:00Journey [Notebook] :Working your way outwardyour words seem indistinctof meaningsthrown togetherlike a mosaic of many colors.Everything falls into placeeventually.Time loves a consistent objectiveand abhors dilly-dallying,procrastination,and small words.Some people"Speak softly,and carry a big stick."Others, more reserved,by far,bring to the tablethe same-old patterns,attached to faulty wiring;a house,of many voicesWilliam H. Balzachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10751383649935883535noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345574508442236093.post-66279016448371049672009-08-03T20:04:00.002-04:002009-08-03T20:13:30.765-04:00For the Notebook:In hand, beneath your armpit,the marbleand black bindingcarries an unrecognized heft;a school-boy's trial with Englishskirting 'roundstreet-cornerslike an unlikely teacher's pet.These days,I still write with an eraser-tipped pencil,diligent notes;the hand,as quick as the eye,and, the wordsas precious as marble.`x~William ~ copyright~08/03/09.William H. Balzachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10751383649935883535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345574508442236093.post-82532716009496770862009-08-02T00:06:00.001-04:002009-08-02T00:09:04.984-04:00PoemWhere do the words come from? In stillness and quiet Every simple thing is set in stone Never to be taken away The explication and application a wandering voice Given freedom a chance to breathe comfortably upon the page`x~William ~ copyright: 08/01/09.William H. Balzachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10751383649935883535noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345574508442236093.post-47994870844487462672009-07-31T22:01:00.003-04:002009-07-31T22:19:56.302-04:00After [Notebook]: It seemed simple, how you walked the earth, carrying his rib into your future. The Earthworks were small then; battlements, and barricades were invisible, without any thought to War. The pastures were your magic carpet, laid out, spread across miles and miles of green. In the heavens, the big guy looked down in wonder, re-making all the rules of Temptation a blue bit of Knowledge for the coming William H. Balzachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10751383649935883535noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345574508442236093.post-89219566262468809172009-07-20T13:52:00.003-04:002009-07-20T14:18:11.269-04:00MoonBeing tenants of this Earthwe gave praise to spaciousness,while filling in the barrennesswith mud-huts and sticks.The challenge and promiseto advance, gave sunlight new meaning:Fields tilled; berries picked; and,weather reports, occupied the farmer's thoughtsFor stretching into Spring seemed an eye's-blinkof each great leap of an accounts book'sfigures.I often think of Armstrong's hand;the way inWilliam H. Balzachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10751383649935883535noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345574508442236093.post-15674565645578563822009-07-19T15:45:00.003-04:002009-07-19T15:52:48.941-04:00Where do you go?To live, and not be afraid.To be all of who you are,and all of who you can be.This is where the "rubber meets the road";the timeless forward march sees us through.Only to live,without curses or shouts.And, only to love,as the poets do.`x~William ~ copyright~July 19,2009.William H. Balzachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10751383649935883535noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345574508442236093.post-3930476423155605252009-07-10T11:06:00.003-04:002009-07-10T11:28:52.512-04:00All That is Given [Notebook]: The past can be a blessing or a curse. What advice shall I give? Is it a wanted thing;now peering at the world with a jaundiced eye? Capture kindness in your hands, before you leap. Open yourself to the rough and tumble. Play the game of love with reciprocation Enjoy whatever the light or dark brings you. Move forward, little one, and carry the good of all that is given.love as always, WilliamWilliam H. Balzachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10751383649935883535noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345574508442236093.post-74852804428438714452009-07-02T17:01:00.003-04:002009-07-05T20:28:29.183-04:00Have a Super 4th of July!Love as always`x~William.William H. Balzachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10751383649935883535noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345574508442236093.post-43727998364275288352009-06-30T14:13:00.003-04:002009-06-30T14:52:41.952-04:00The Curse of Nostalgia [Notebook]Only a long walk would've brought me there;gathering lines and half-forgotten rhymes, along the way.What had I learned today?:You've got to be careful with time,never to slip back too farinto illusions, fully formedalthough, remade.There, upon the path,I'd stumbled,in making new memories;turning leftand abiding to my right,with History all around me.`x~William~~~ copyright~ o6/30/o9William H. Balzachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10751383649935883535noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345574508442236093.post-89496956626058712702009-06-29T16:23:00.004-04:002009-06-29T21:30:43.629-04:00June 30, 2009 : I sit in one of the divesAt Jone's Beach Uncertain and Celebratory As the clever hopes lift me above The low dishonest decade: Waves of empathy and compassion Circulate over the brilliant And darkened sandboxes of the earth, Obsessing over private lives; The unmentionable gossip of death Offends the June night. Accurate court-reporting can Unearth the whole, bloody, offense From William H. Balzachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10751383649935883535noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345574508442236093.post-24134036558745656882009-06-28T18:33:00.009-04:002009-06-28T19:03:56.122-04:00Cinema Salad Days :When we've gotten to the endit'll be very easy to say,these sure did hold up wellMaybe, a bit grainy,in the subtle shiftsas the There and Thenthrottles itselflurching,Forever intothe Here and NowWe see the beanstalkamongst the cabbageslifting its lofty headabove all the restThe smile,ever a cock-Eyed optimisttaking in all of the Orders,knowinglyWho was it, by God,behind the camera,hands quite William H. Balzachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10751383649935883535noreply@blogger.com0