2011 (poem) by Chip Bergeron on AuthorsDen

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The beginning of a new year: I'm told I do pessimism well, but when I showed this poem to a friend, he said it sounded optimistic-in a dark, cheeky sort of way
2011 Today I’m supposed to be optimistic. New Year, new possibilities. Enjoy, celebrate, rejoice… Maybe you think so, Mr. Bones, But let me tell you: that ain’t the way it is When most of my life is in the rearview mirror And most of the potential that the “they” who say everything Claim that I had, feel so sad Because it remains unrealized But what do they know? How do they know? Most of the they-sayers Aren’t around anymore-dead, Or pestering other suckers about their potential. My life seems to be a junkyard Of dreams that never came true . Vast projects Started with half-vast ideas. The places I’d go, the things I’d do, The people I’d meet…I never quite got there. But don’t tell me to discard Those broken dreams. For better or worse they are MY dreams- All I have left, and like the NRA guy You’ll have to pry them from my cold, dead hands: An incomplete dream is better than no dream at all. And who knows, maybe some day My number will come up, my ship will come in: Fill in your hackneyed phrase here. The impossible will happen, and you will find me Strolling the beaches of the world. At least that’s what they told me in AMWAY, A long time ago. -Chip Bergeron January 2, 2010 1:31 AM

Reviewed by Emile Tubiana

Reviewed on April 2, 2011

Dear Chip, I shouldn't tell you this, but every human being is precious to me, and you are one of them. Don't expect anything from any dream but leave it to the grace and you will be happily surprised.
Do whatever comes to you. That's all. Love Emile

Reviewed by Barbara Henry

Reviewed on January 15, 2011

Intrestingly,I agree with your friend who said this work is optimistic in a 'round about way',my words.
You refuse to let go of your dreams although they are described as being in the junkyard.
Langston Hughes admonish us to"Hold fast to dreams".
You may be interested in my poem titled "Soaring", and a blog I wrote some time ago entitled:Waiting,A Time to Grow and Serve.
Hold fast!
Barbara Henry

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on January 14, 2011

I think if we are honest we will all admit to "junkyards" that we have, Chip. Thank you. Love and peace,

Regis

Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)

Reviewed on January 12, 2011

Great writing enjoyed very much...stay safe and well...Hugsss

Reviewed by Regis Schilken

Reviewed on January 11, 2011

An incomplete dream is better than no dream at all.

I agree with you. Hopefully your dream will keep you alive until it comes. Why else exist?

rege

Reviewed by Patrick Granfors

They don't know nuthin'. Besides I've never found an Amway product I actually liked and I'll bet my junkyard is bigger than yours. Hint, watch the TV show series "hoarders". My number actually did come up by the way. But the lottery required 6 so you know where that got me. Patrick

Reviewed by Connie Faust

Reviewed on January 8, 2011

Is this a test? Are they who recognize a half-vast idea going to score more than those who never notice it? I never use the phrase myself, but had to laugh at it.
Like Richard, I really like this poem; it's humor and veiled optimism are quite appealing, or is it my age?
I'm trudging on in 2011, but still looking for great things God will do for me in me and through me this year!
Connie

Reviewed by Richard King

WOW!!! 4 poems in 2 days... What's gotten into you Mr. Bergeron? i really like this one. I'm quite certain "THEY" will say it fits a whole bunch of us. Thanks Dick.

Reviewed by Dayvid Graybill

Yeah...I know what you mean about my life seems to be a junkyard...Good line Chip.

Peace,
Dayvid