Harvey Schwartz

  • Johnny,
    No I’m not familiar with him…but will look him up.
    In the three Poetry Half Marathons I’ve done – Different Towns is perhaps my favorite poem that I’ve written.
    So…thanx for the feedback and info!
    Harvey

  • Thanx so much Johnny!
    I was wondering if that poem had any merit…so you are giving me cause to consider it more…
    I very much appreciate these comments!
    Harvey

  • Thanx Johnny!
    Appreciate the feedback!
    Harvey

  • I think that you should hire someone to run the Marathon (or most of it). Charge us $10 to be a part of it. That would pay that person’s salary. The more contestants…the more he or she is paid. With the right person this would be a win/win/win. (When my wife Colleen was looking into being part of this year’s Marathon she asked me how much it…[Read more]

  • Thanx Caitlin!
    This may have been my favorite…certainly one of my favorites. And…I never would have written this poem without the prompts…It must be satisfying to know that you are nudging poems out of us by coming up with challenging and interesting prompts. Yeah to the magic of the spoken and written word!
    Harvey

  • Thanx Caitlin!
    Funny…but a few minutes ago I emailed that incident to a friend in Eugene.
    Another great Marathon!!!
    I can’t imagine how you’ve created, maintained, and seen through this event in addition to doing the full marathon and having a little one!!! And sending comments like this!
    You are superhuman (as is Jacob)!!!
    Thanx again!!!!

  • Thanks Paul!
    I appreciate the appreciation!
    Don’t know how you found that poem…it’s from my first half marathon in 2014…I forgot all about it…but pulled it up and looked at it now. So thanks again!
    Harvey
    ps: I see that you finished the full marathon!
    Congratulations!

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    Ineptitude

     

    I can only brood

    at my ineptitude

    words just shy of crude.

     

    I know I am viewed a

    buck short of shrewd.

    As the words that I’ve spewed

    put us all in bad moo […]

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    Ancestors

     

    This morning I asked Colleen,

    “How do you write a poem?”

    “Look it up online,” she said,

    “Or ask Siri.”

     

    I guess I’ll give it a try.

     

    I remember when I felt so s […]

    • I love this! Ask siri indeed!

    • Thanx Caitlin!
      Funny…but a few minutes ago I emailed that incident to a friend in Eugene.
      Another great Marathon!!!
      I can’t imagine how you’ve created, maintained, and seen through this event in addition to doing the full marathon and having a little one!!! And sending comments like this!
      You are superhuman (as is Jacob)!!!
      Thanx again!!!!

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    Sunflowers on Blue

     

    There is winter’s gray,

    which can be white with cold.

     

    Spring shakes off my doldrums,

    emerges from mud and muck

    and screams me awake.

     

    Grows up into summ […]

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    Black Widow

     

     

    Hey big boy…

    Wanna have some fun?

     

    I may eat you.

    But maybe I won’t.

     

    Like goin’ out on a limb?

    You’re not chicken are you?

     

    Come home to […]

    • …I’ve got some stories to spin…hang out on the web…

      I nearly laughed outloud at that last line. Clever perspective, alluring.

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    I Wonder Where?

     

    I wonder where

    it is

    I can go to see the

    people I hear wailing?

    Being of different cultures veils them from me like a wall.

     

    They may think I don’t care fo […]

  • Hey Amy,
    I just emailed you from the link…but just in case it didn’t make it…here it is posted again…

    I appreciate the positive feedback!
    I can barely keep up with writing all of these poems and coming up with different voices.
    Bravo to you for looking at others!
    Just out of curiosity…where do you live and are you doing the half or…[Read more]

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    Inside Out

     

    I sit here in prison.

    Alone.

     

    Johnny Cash playin’.

    He’s right.

    Sound of trains

    tortures me.

     

    It just took a few seconds.

     

    It’s been twenty-three year […]

    • I am enjoying how you can really take on different perspetives, like in the spider poem and this one.

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    Fading

     

    My sister’s move reminds me of

    flowers starting to fade.

     

    I ponder permanence.

     

    Proud bristling thistle

    aren’t so bright or so sharp.

     

    My dancing,

    drifting mead […]

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    Park Lane East

     

    Steve called me sophomore year in college and asked if I wanted to lifeguard with him the coming summer even though I had no training. Soon after I was shooshing Timmy as he sa […]

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    When I Can See Inside of Me

     

    Foggy morning clarity

    seems therapy of prosperity,

    pales and runs away to flee

    when I can see inside of me.

     

    But truth be told I only see

    that whi […]

    • The rhyme is refreshing, and the meaning is true. Particularly enjoy the last stanza.

      • Hey Amy,
        I just emailed you from the link…but just in case it didn’t make it…here it is posted again…

        I appreciate the positive feedback!
        I can barely keep up with writing all of these poems and coming up with different voices.
        Bravo to you for looking at others!
        Just out of curiosity…where do you live and are you doing the half or full marathon?
        Good luck on the rest!

    • The rhyming really is invigorating in this poem!

    • Thanx Caitlin!
      This may have been my favorite…certainly one of my favorites. And…I never would have written this poem without the prompts…It must be satisfying to know that you are nudging poems out of us by coming up with challenging and interesting prompts. Yeah to the magic of the spoken and written word!
      Harvey

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    Eternity Now

     

    I am lost in a desert

    of things.

     

    Think that these

    things matter.

     

    Occasionally

    I remember.

     

    I don’t live here.

     

    I am looking at a refle […]

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    Drifting

     

    I listened to Leonard Cohen and Buffy St. Marie.

    They spoke to me in unity.

     

    Philadelphia. 1971.

     

    I was adrift like

    the Alaska Ferry

    I now see in

    what would be […]

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    Earthen Fantasy

     

    I walk Bellingham’s Boardwalk frequently

    and only once felt fear.

     

    Winter gust so strong

    I brace, prepare to grab

    a railing or try to fall.

     

    What is perm […]

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