Wednesday, May 2, 2018



                                                                                 BY: Keith H. Seymour
                                              I, me are from here.
                                                You, he, and she
                                              Are from over...there.
                             Pronouns...replacing nouns… in a non-pro way.
                                              All those other people
                            Different from you, me, us...are unwelcome to stay.

                             Irish immigrants were once similarly treated.
                                              “Irish Need Not Apply!”
                       At such discriminatory notices, the American Government
                                                   Turned a blind eye.
                                Even so-called political leaders proclaimed
                                        “We want no drunken Irish Micks!”
                                     Even Californians socially persecuted
                                                  People the termed
                                              Dustbowl “Okie Hicks.”

                                  Once, we tore a country’s physical wall down.
                                         Now, physical and psychological walls
                                                          Globally-go up.
                    Once, we cheered “Solidarity,” and our African Sisters and brothers
                                         When “Apartheid” was forced to its end.
                                   Yet, many of the same people of then cheered
                                 Now, seem to endorse a more Xenophobic trend.

                                              I,and you, We and them.
                                       Together, they compliment differences,
                                                      and create us.
                                          Yet, used as “opposing antonyms.”

                                                Create a xenophobic fuss.

Tuesday, December 26, 2017

    I Tried…..
                                                                        BY: Keith H. Seymour
                                   I Tried, I really did.
                                          I be what you wanted
                                                        Me to be,
                                                        But…. I failed.

                                          So, I tried again!
                                             Really! I did!
                                          Only, this time.. I tried to be me.
                                             Or what I thought was what
                                                         I thought
                                                   Was… is… me
                                         That was not good enough either.
                                         Not for you… Not even for me.
                                                        How Pathetic!
                                         I cannot even be… what I want to be!

                                        I even tried to combine and be…
                                        A little of what we both want,
                                                           But still
                                                           I failed.

                                       I know why I failed too,
                    I became wanted not only what I wanted, but what you wanted too.
                           My compromise made me a house divided within myself.
                               I cannot serve two masters and have you respect me
                                                 When I am not sure,
                    No! Scared, of who am becoming, of if that is what I want to be.

                                                 I tried! I really did!
                        This inner conflict has me more afraid of my inner-security
                                                  Than it does of you.

   I tried, I really tried
                                     To please individually, and collectively
                                                    Both me and you.
                                                      So, now I ask:
                                                 What now do I do?
                                             Yes! I really, really tried!

Friday, September 26, 2014

The Laughter in My sleep

                                         THE LAUGHTER IN MY SLEEP
                         BY: Keith H. Seymour
                  Last night,
                                                               I was oddly awakened-
                                                               The laughing distinct
                                                               that I realized …
                                                               IT was...mine.
                                                               Yes, I accidentally thought of you,
                                                               which caused me
                                                               to spontaneously laugh...
                                                               during my sleep.

                                                               After all,
                                                               it seemed so absurd
                                                               that years of friendship
                                                               could possibly become
                                                               something more.
                                                               So, under the circumstances,
                                                               I couldn't help
                                                               laughing in my sleep.
                                                              That some sobering spirit
                                                               should cause  me to unwittingly...
                                                               profess my love, and ask for yours in return.
                                                               Then  learn that I only
                                                                             get it.

                                                                You  say that you think
                                                                 you may feel
                                                                 the same undying love for me?
                                                                 But need time...
                                                                 to find out for sure?!
                                                                 Which means
                                                                  you may find out
                                                                 that... you don't love me-
                                                                 What  a terribly ironic joke.
                                                                 So, I laughed...during my sleep.


                                                              I am sure God laughed too.
                                                              Only, HIS laugh
                                                              was likely louder.
                                                              For, I merely asked for
                                                              a stress free love.
                                                              Yet, HIS answer

                                                               Then I find out that should these feelings
                                                               mutually exist,
                                                               we might...only
                                                               be able to express them from afar.
                                                               the prospect of your continuing love
                                                               I may eventually lose.
                                                               This thought
                                                               causes me to laugh
                                                               at myself.
                                                               Awake---and in my sleep.

                                                               I laugh
                                                              at... how
                                                              I foolishly admitted
                                                                “I love you!”
                                                             Then again,
                                                             for regretting my revelation
                                                                         to you.
                                                                 Yes, as I slept...
                                                             God probably laughed too.
                                                                 With me? At me?
                                                             I'm not sure which.
                                                             All I really know... is that HE knows
                                                             that you know...that
                                                                “ I truly love you!”
                                                             Also, unlike us... HE
                                                                   presently knows
                                                              Except, HE won't tell me.
                                                              No. HE has left that task
                                                                         to... YOU!
                                                              I guess... the joke is not on me.
                                                              The me.
                                                              So, I laughed,
                                                              I laughed within... my...sleep.


                                                             Oh... if I had  already been “conscious”
                                                              of how happy you make me feel,
                                                             even when we're apart.
                                                             Even when I'm asleep.
                                                             Maybe, I'd have been happier
                                                             sooner, and consciously laughed aloud
                                                            and with greater frequency
                                                             Then again...
                                                             Maybe not.
                                                            what a waste!
                                                           Such a loss of potential laughter.
                                                             Oh, how extremely sad.

                                                           Yes, our lives may soon depart from one another,
                                                           and then... we may or may not find
                                                                           time will heal
                                                                any newly discovered  feelings
                                                                into... at set of
                                                                open-heart wounds.
                                                                Such good... or not so good fortune
                                                                laughs at me, as I become aware of this newly realized     
                                                                So, I happily think of you,
                                                                while I also laugh... as I sleep.

                                                                Last night I thought of you,
                                                                and awoke
                                                                to my own laughter
                                                                of irony.
                                                                Yes, I really did.
                                                                Maybe we will never know
                                                                 if my timing's too late,
                                                                or if a future romance
                                                                we will at some point obtain.
                                                                But we already know
                                                                our friendship will still forever remain...
                                                                or so we think.
                                                                This I guess,
                                                                is why I laugh
                                                                when I think of you.
                                                                 Even... when I'm asleep.