You [Classic/New] (10 line poem)

Old poem recently completed

I can’t recall us not together
Even before I met you, you were there
Behind the raindrops
Down each lonely road, waiting
But further than my courage would allow

When I finally met you, my life became complete
But it took me some time to realize this

I can’t imagine being without you, or being with someone else

I hope our time together makes us both happy
And when we finally part ways, we will, looking back, be amazingly satisfied with our lives

Jerky Jerk

Minor edits, plus some recent overthinking/smart things Jackson has done

We have a cat named Jackson. He’s a very unique cat — quite smart, an explorer, but also a bit of a butthead.

Jerk
One characteristic of Jackson is that — he’s a bit of a jerk. I’m convinced that he thinks he’s the dominant member of the house. He’ll stalk your plate when you’re eating, and even try to grab stuff from it. We now try to keep him off the tables. 

He’s such a consistent jerk, that we often call him ‘Jerkles’ and ‘Jerky Jerk’  — and he responds to those names as if they are really his name. 

He’s affectionate, but only if it benefits him. We use the phrase ‘lick lick bite’ because he will be affectionate (lick lick) but then end it with a bite — quite often. (Maybe he thinks that bites are nice?) 

Sometimes when he is mean to you (scratch, bite) and you scold him, he will lie on his side and kick himself in the head. My belief is that this is his way of punishing himself for doing something he shouldn’t have done.

Smart
Jackson is a problem solver. He’s able to open cabinets, drawers, nightstands, etc. 

He will hang with me when I go to the bathroom, and will stand on his hind legs to watch the toilet flush — because he’s trying to understand what’s happening and where the water is going. He also stares at the exhaust fan in the ceiling trying to figure out what it is.

When the dog is around (we share the dog with our daughter), we put a gate up at the door to our other cat’s room to keep the dog from eating her food or harassing her. Jackson knows how to open the gate (and jump over it), but Olive (our other cat) doesn’t. 

Dogs understand human words better than cats, but Jackson isn’t far behind dogs. He does know maybe 20? 30? words. Recently, my wife said to him (when he was being crazy) ”Do you want to bite me?” He knew what ’bite’ meant, so he bit her arm and punctured her skin.

Some recent events that show Jackson’s smartness:

  • Litter Box – We recently removed the basic litter box (which Jackson preferred) — which made him use the powered one (which does a post-visit sweep to collect the deposit). The first time he used the powered one, he cried/whined aloud while using it — because he was afraid it would do the sweep while he was inside. In reality, it waits 5? 10? minutes after the cat leaves before doing the sweep. He has now subseqúntly become OK with using the powered box.
  • Speaker – I was playing music on a speaker, and one song must have sounded to Jackson like a speaking (familiar?) human voice. He stared at the speaker with big eyes, trying to understand where the voice was coming from. I then started singing along with the song, and he started looking back and forth (with big eyes) from the speaker to me — trying to understand what was happening.
  • Door – We have a shy indoorsy female cat that doesn’t get along with Jackson. My wife sometimes locks Jackson in a room with me to allow the other cat to wander around, and even go outside. She did this recently, and Jackson, knowing what was going on, decided he wanted to join the fun. To do this, he needed to open the door. He’s a big cat, so the first thing he tried was to stand on his back feet and mess with the doorknob — since this is how people open the door. It didn’t work for him (touching and smacking the knob) so, because he’s a problem solver, he figured out how to put his paw under the door (double door, not latched at the top) and pull it toward him to open it.
  • Razor – My wife was shaving my face on the bed with an electric razor.  (I can’t do this anymore because ALS has made my arms mostly unusable.) Jackson was right next to me on the bed, and he thought that she was hurting me. So he smacked the razor multiple times with his paw, and knocked it out of her hand. Very funny.

At some point, I’d like to find an online cat intelligence test — and see where Jackson lands.

Explorer
Jackson wanders the neighborhood (my neighbors all mention that they see him in their backyards, plus he spends time at the creek which is about 500 feet from our front door) — and even goes on walks with us. For a cat to be confident enough that he can take a long walk with his owners (sometimes we go a whole mile) he must believe that he can overcome most anything that he encounters. 

He has explored all aspects of our house: the inside and top of every shelf, cabinet, bookcase, etc. He does the same outside — he’s been in trees, climbed up the arbor, walks along fences, etc. He’s even been on the roof with me when I was putting up Christmas lights on the second floor gutter. 

One of his favorite outdoor things is to roll around on gravel (we have some in our yard). I think he likes a back scratch, and this is his way of giving himself one. It does make him dirty, so that we need to clean up his inside beds pretty often.

Rat-tastrophy
We had an interesting situation a few years ago, where the spare toilet paper rolls in the cabinet under our downstairs bathroom sink would get shredded. We would discover this every few weeks. 

The wall under the sink has some holes in it (from a relocation of the hot/cold water pipes), so we became convinced that mice? rats? were wandering in through the wall and tearing things up. So we put a motion-sensing camera in the cabinet to see what was going on. 

The cameras never caught any activity, and we instead realized that it was Jackson opening the cabinet doors, tearing things up, then closing the doors — when we were gone for a day or two, and he was sad/lonely.

Visitors
We have other cats that visit our house during the night (we see them on camera) — they are either his friends, or enemies. They might be wild cats from the creek (these exist) or they might be domestic cats whose owners allow night wandering. 

Injuries
We used to let Jackson stay outside the whole night, if he wanted to. We now work to get him inside. 

He’s had three instances where he has had serious injuries that required $500+ of medical treatment. Not sure whether these are from fights (with cats or other animals) or injuries from exploring (climbing under/over something sharp). 

Another characteristic of Jackson is — he has a handful of notches (missing pieces) on his ears. Similar to the bigger injuries he has had — I don’t know if these came from fights, or just dangerous explorations.

Hunter
One interesting thing about Jackson is his hunting skills. He spends half of his time outdoors and, though he’s sensible with his activities, he often catches, kills, and eats various animals. 

I have so many photos/videos of him bringing an animal in his mouth to the door. He’s often tossing animals around in the backyard grass — as he kills and eats them. Just in the last couple of weeks, I have a video of him eating a bird, plus I found a palm-sized patch of fur/skin on the grass — not sure what it’s from (mouse? rat?)

Today (as I’m writing this) he showed up at the back door with a bird, ate it, then came inside to be acknowledged for his success. I used to think that (maybe) he killed something once a month. I’ve come to realize that it’s more like once a week (another set of remnants at the back door today — a few days later).

He also steals my other cat’s food if he thinks she has more, or her food is tastier.

Genetics?
What’s interesting is that there is a cat at the other end of our neighborhood that looks like Jackson’s twin — and that cat is also a hunter. Maybe cats with the same genetics have similar personalities? What’s more interesting is: that cat’s name is Jameson — very similar name to Jackson.

Summary
In summary, we like Jackson a lot — despite his challenging personality and activities. He’s ten years old now, but still very active. It’s interesting that he has such a complex personality. We’ll be sad when he’s no longer with us.

The Race [New] (28 line poem)

I wrote the first verse decades ago, and decided recently to finish the poem — so I’m calling it ‘new’ since 85% of it is.


Entered in a two-horse race
Each on his trusted steed
(Both heroes of humanity)
Were Selflessness and Greed

The course wound through the forest
Over bridges, to the town
Some stretches narrow, others wide
Near equal up and down

The racers, neck and neck
And nose to nose until the end
The finish line in sight ahead
Around the final bend

Two close-set oaks, the finish, marked
Beyond, the cheering crowd
The riders spurred their mounts ahead
The people calling loud

The gap was narrow; one abreast
Could fit between the trees
Disaster seemed the only path
No way for two to squeeze

Selflessness held back to let
Greed through to cross the line
Greed thundered on without a pause
He thought, ‘The race is mine!’

Greed finished first, but did he win?
Each one raced as he lives
Who wins in life? Who profits?
He who takes, or he who gives?

Longtree [Classic] (13 line poem)

An old poem that I thought was unfinished, but I’ve recently decided it was.

Weep for the children of Longtree
Their dreams are shattered
Their hopes are shorn
No home have they to lay their heads

Weep for the children of Longtree
For in the night
As they did sleep
Death saw fit to show his head

Weep for the children of Longtree
They think they live
They know not life
Condemned to dwell among the dead

Weep for the children of Longtrtee

A Day in the Life of Brown The Clown [Classic] (49 line poem)

Finally, Brown makes an entrance. This poem grew from the challenge of two constraints: finding rhymes of vowel-n (-ane, -een, -ine, -own, etc.) and mapping verses to three-hour blocks of time to fill the day. I went as far as to illustrate this whole poem using basic shapes in MS Paint for Windows, then injecting noise to pixilate the result. Having problems finding a copy…

Hey! I found a copy! Look here. Hard to believe that was 10 years ago.


My name is Brown.
I am a clown.
I do my antics upside-down.

And every time I do a show,
I want the people all to know –
My name is Brown;
I am a clown.

I wake at dawn
To mow the lawn
And feed my brother’s favorite fawn.

I cut the grass down in a row;
Then churn it with a garden hoe.
I wake at dawn
To mow the lawn.

From nine to noon,
I sing a tune —
A silly song about the moon.

At times I’m aided by a crow
Who comes along at ten or so.
From nine to noon,
I sing a tune.

By three I’m seen
Out with the Queen,
Who keeps her scepter very clean.

She fills my head with thoughts of woe
By telling me I’m not her beau.
By three I’m seen
Out with the Queen.

Till six I deign
To fly a plane
About the edge of my domain.

I bring the plane down nice and low
Before I yell “Geronimo!”
Till six I deign
To fly a plane.

From six to nine,
It’s time to dine
On figs and capers soaked in brine.

I pay the waiter what I owe,
Then ride home on my buffalo.
From six to nine,
It’s time to dine.

Night finds me prone
And all alone
Upon my comfy bed of stone.

The dreams that through my head do flow
Are of the days that come and go.
Night finds me prone –
And all alone.


Originally, the evening block was this:
‘From six to nine, I’m feeling fine – with several empty jugs of wine.
I ask for more, and answer ‘no’ – but pour another one to go.’
I’ve changed this to make the poem more generally acceptable.

The related change is that I made the waiter look like my dad. He died a couple of years ago, so it’s both memorable and sad to see my representation of him.

2021 NOTE: I’ve been hesitant to move this poem forward (toward publishing) because of the line about Geronimo, and the fear that it is somehow demeaning and/or isn’t politically correct. Searching online now indicates that the US military shouts this when jumping from airplanes as an homage to Geronimo’s brave reputation. This makes me feel OK about using it.

2025 NOTE: My eldest printed out this story as a book — and everyone who reads it really likes it. This makes me interested in moving my children poems/stories forward.

Death of a Student [Classic] (48 line poem)

This is perhaps the most ‘Alice like’ of my longer poems that I plan to include in my Alice-like narrative that connects my longer poems. As I’ve mentioned, the characters in the poems would become characters in the connecting story, with the Student from this poem being the main protagonist in the larger story, and the Teacher from this poem being the main antagonist.

In my mind, this takes place in an old schoolhouse full of boys — before girls were part of mainstream education. To make it more modern and approachable, I probably need to have some of the students be girls — even quite likely the main protagonist — which may require some wording tweaks to the poem.

NEW NOTE: My son recently used AI to movie-ize this poem. Link here: http://tomlewczyk.me/DOS.mov.


“Three times three,” the Teacher said;
“Plus three times three,” He cried!
“Makes six times three,” a Student said;
And with those words, He died.

“Correct,” was all the Teacher said,
And looking rather glum,
He wondered how the answer could
Have come to One so dumb.

The teacher searched His memory —
“Six apples minus three,
“Plus four more apples added next,
“How many will there be?”

“Seven, Sir,” a small Voice said,
But Most stared in dismay
At First Boy slumped down in His chair
As Second passed away.

“Again correct,” the Teacher sighed;
Another question spew
As steady rage within Him built —
“What’s thirty minus two?”

Reluctant Students squirmed in shame;
All feared this certain death.
But Someone stammered “Twenty eight,”
And breathed His final breath.

By now, the Teacher’s face was red;
He spat a muffled curse;
He thought of answers and of deaths,
Not knowing which were worse.

But then the Teacher saw the truth
Though not the How nor Why —
That All who answered what He asked
Were instantly to die.

He brought forth question after next,
‘Til finally, He tired.
That left Him there with only One;
The Others had expired.

“I’m God!” He thought, “I rule the world!”
He eyed the single Child.
He leered, He sneered, He showed His teeth.
The Other only smiled.

He delved into His inner mind,
To find His very best,
To finish-off this Hanger-on,
To put Him to the test.

The Teacher shuffled, sorted, thought,
At last came up with one.
“Am I sure?” He asked Himself…
“Indeed,” and He was done.


2021 comments:

  • I’ve reverted some wording back to how it was originally written. Slight changes, but I’m prioritizing the ‘flow’ more than the exact words.
  • Reading this over now, I’m thinking that MAYBE the poem needs another stanza near the end. It might wrap up too quickly, given the relatively long and wordy progression toward the final conflict.

The Edge of Time [Classic] (9 line poem)

It’s a short day since we spent the day in Davis watching Will’s soccer team play in, and win, a tournament. Nonetheless, here’s something old. Seems an exercise in meter.

I had this as an unfinished poem, but I don’t know where it’s going — so I’ve decided to call it finished.


I went to Dunkirk shopping mall
And saw an actor doing mime
Amid the beauty of it all
The subtle move, the flashing ball
The make believe, the hidden wall
The silent poem, soundless rhyme
A voice so near and yet so small
And sending shivers down my spine —
“Beware, my friend, the Edge of Time”

The Further Adventures of Tweedledum and Tweedledee [Classic/New] (42 line poem)

Tweedledum and Tweedledee are characters from Lewis Carroll’s Alice books. Note that Damascus is not a seaport, which only adds to the lunacy.

Old poem, recently finished.

What got the writing of this poem going was the subtle alliterative wordplay in the first few lines.


“Not the mad, nor the damned,
“Nor the damned mad
“Will carry M’dam to Damascus.
“As for us,” said we,
“For a minimal fee,
“We’ll ferry you there if you ask us.”

She looked on with doubt
As our ears flapped about
And our smiles slowly broadened to grins
“I do need the ride,”
She saw fit to confide,
“But I hear there is danger in twins.”

“Do not fear, do not fret.
“You won’t even get wet.
“As our boat is surprisingly sound.
“It was made from a pail
“With swiss cheese for a sail.
“Only half of our crewmen have drowned.”

We set off at noon
By the light of the moon
Hoping to get there by dawn
We were in a hurry
Which caused her some worry
But we lessened her stress with a yawn

Halfway to our goal
We encountered a hole
On the top of the head of a whale
It was pulling us in
Be we saved with a spin
And continued our path without fail

The ocean was rough
Which made sailing quite tough
Though the boat mostly progressed as planned
It took us a while
But we maintained a smile
And eventually made it to land

She paid us our fare
As she flipped back her hair
And we carried her luggage ashore
We waved her goodbye
With a wink in our eye
And moved on to collect even more