If the people lead
Who would follow?
The leaders of far yesterday
Not tomorrow
For they don't follow now.
Once upon
A dream of mine
The dream thereof
Was true.
The pretty girl
Her dress atwirl
The pretty girl
Was you.
The sun is shining
Upon your face
Your lips of velvet
Scarlet haze.
Oh my dearest sweetest
Most beautiful girl,
When I saw you upon
The Garden path
I know by there
My love would pass
As if I have kissed
Your sweet kiss
A thousand times.
My heart is holding
Your's divine,
Caress the winter
Spring and fall
For I love you
The most of all.
My girl smiles at other hair styles
She thinks her's is best
If my aunt disagrees
My girl won't buy her a new dress
So for me to say nothing that day
Is for me to do best.
The following more recent poem contained a line that didn't make sense to me.
When I asked Paul about it, he said it was poetic license and
didn't want to change it. I suggested dropping the words
"of these are" but Paul liked as shown below.
The poem has a meaning
With an s-shape that
Flows to a series of
Heart-felt feelings
Of these are created by a loss
Wanting to long for
And in no hurry
To be found.
Message on a fence in Pacific Beach:
Stay out.
Stay off.
Stay smiling.
Proneness to evict comes from an exaggerated sense of ownership.
The evictor becomes the evictee in the end.
Homelessness isn't good for anybody.
If we don't look out for each other, who will?
Some work only God sees (with the help of angel eyes).
Home is where the TRUTH is.
Serving God berats serving alcohol.
Love will find a way.
I met "Paul the Poet" last year on the night before
Easter. I was living on Cass St in Pacific Beach and, while
headed to church for Holy Saturday mass, he approached me
and asked me for money for beer. After church, I bought him
that beer as well as a bag full of food and Easter treats.
We spent a long time getting to know each other, and I was
very impressed with his talent in poetry. I gave him pens
and a pad of paper, and encouraged him to use his beautiful
gift. It was a very special night that I will never forget.
At church this morning, I was thinking about him and
that night, and was wondering how he is doing. I decided to
search for his poetry on-line and was amazed to find your
web site. Is he alive? Is he well? Is he still writing
poetry?
I would love to learn more about him and your web page.
Please reply at your convenience.
Most Sincerely,
Darin Bershefsky
Rhode Island
WEBMASTER BRIEFLY RESPONDS:
I had a nice exchange when I came across
Paul last Halloween. He was very into the Halloween mood, and I haven't
seen him look so "well-tuned" and vibrant in years. We had another
nice encounter in front of the Pacific Beach Post Office in February
2002 and talked about another special tree he had "found."
I like the idea of "gifting" Paul with his own website. You know, he's never even seen it, but I showed him some print-outs (black and white).
We both graduated from La Jolla High in 1962, at least I think he graduated. I'll have to ask him.
The best way to spot him is in the evenings sitting by the garden nursery across from Heidi's Deli + Liquor on Torquoise St. in PB. More comments for you on the site if you go there now.
Tom Darling
