memory man
volume three
By Donald Cohen
Poetry, 164 pages
ISBN: 978-1-59948-179-1
$14.95
This is Volume One of a three volume set. The books may be ordered separately for $14.95 each or as a 3-Pack collection and can be found on the Pure Heart Press page of the MSR Online Bookstore.
Preface / Samples / About the Author
The famous psychiatrist Carl Jung spoke about the first half of life, during which you concentrate on establishing your existence in the outside world. He theorizes, once this is accomplished it is important to develop your inner life; the beginning of a spiritual quest and ones search for meaning. At age forty-five I entered my second half of life and discovered poetry, and my capacity to feel humanity without trepidation. The language of poetry has allowed me to embrace the journey within myself, and traverse boundaries of the undiscovered self.
I began opening my heart to inspiration that risked leaving old ways of being. Shaking up ones foundation can feel like you are living on the edge, risking everything familiar. Jung states that as you commit yourself to the process of individuation, meaningful coincidences occur that are beyond cause and effect. As a result came many connections and memories that created a tapestry of words, expressing metaphors for life. This is the story of the memory man.
memory man
in his four walls
lie the secrets
of his friends
tiny pieces
of memories
shards of sea glass
shrines of times
passed
lifes joyful
and tragic moments
pieces of places
cherished artifacts
angels watching
paintings dropping
futures connect
past arrives
cat watching
still quiet
comforting the broken
he shares them all
be careful now
dont touch that
he sees the spirit
living breathing
he protects them all
seeking forgiveness
a room of confessions
contained within his pieces
the human being comes
forth and runs away
the soldiers come
marching
the unicorn rests
history emerges
the beatles sing
james brown screams
sponge bob laughs
a part of you he keeps
smell of woods
leather couches
magazines
peaceful
the memory manMlf 1/15/04
~Mary Feakins to Donald Cohen
Samples
Nuked Three guys from Duke
Nuked by a sleuth
Uncouth fluke
Victims of lies
Forced to say good-byes
Insinuations, allegations
Incriminations, discriminations
Depositions, politicians
Human humiliations
Segregation
Alienation, polarization
Across the nation
Emancipation, proclamation
No manifest destination
Decent and innocent
Ban the descent
From the institution of prosecution
Committing prostitution
Living in disruption
Violence in the conspiracy of silence
Trying turbulence
Media hysteria
Misrepresentation, false information
Corruption, disruption
Defamation, deprecation
Denigration, disintegration
Flirting with emasculation
Declaration, exploitation
Damaged reputation
Cross over lacrosseDefense, defenseless
False pretense
Designed in a quilt of guilt
Reduced to recklessness
Incensed by insufficient evidence
Rushed negligence, no repentance
Arrogance and omnipotence
A system for victims
Affluence should not influence
Double standards
Justice meanders
Royal disloyalty
Bigotry
Insulting democracy
Endless hypocrisy
Can no longer pretend
Accuse and abuse must end
Truth about the sleuth
Need to exonerate the youth
Fault in the charge of assault
Vindicated, validated
Innocence prevails
Curtails the fairytales
To betray, not the way
Fraud home and abroad
Disrobe the suits
Unsuitable, disputable
Immersed in disillusion
Power of self-definition
Beyond three guys from Duke
Put up your dukes
Message to the University of Diversity
No more nukes(April 12, 2007) Plea To Heaven Hey Mom
Can you see the truth from heaven?
Wheres our lucky number seven?
For the moment, only opponents
Undertaking the undertaker
Stuck inside myself
Soul forsaker
Insane in the mundane
Mortal isnt cordial
Alone down here is vulnerable
Cant find comfortable
Feel me, Mom
Some days just in malaise
Dazed and confused
Our blood been transfused
Now looking for my refuge
Hey Mom
Can you see truth from heaven?
Have now run out of lucky number seven
Misty moments, multiple opponents
Lost tooth, forgotten youth
Please tell me, Mom
How is it up there?
Is it fair?
Are they self-aware?
Do they care?
Is there war?
Are wounds as sore?
Are you warm?
Free to not conform?
Can you hear Mom?
Is it about the me or the we?
Please, Mom, do know
Down heres a struggle
Not subtle
Craving to cuddle
Cant find the Me
Not what its supposed to be
Touch me Mom
Can you see our truth from heaven?
Cannot find lucky number seven
Clock turns 11:11
Working hard to stay alive
Protecting my beehive
Miss your love
Tucking me inside, cocooning me
Fitting snuggly as my first baseball glove
See, Mom, thats my truth
Cherishing my youth
From down here
Yearn to release my fear
Live in the sincere
Dear Mom
Now you hold
The truth from heaven
Can I ever get back
My lucky number seven?
Oh, mother come home(September 20, 2006)
About the Author
Donald Cohen was born in New York in 1951 where he spent his childhood. He graduated from the State University of New York at Buffalo. Dr. Cohen went on to earn his M.S.W. at Columbia University and his Ph.D. in clinical psychology from the California School of Professional Psychology, located in Berkley, California. He returned to the East Coast to complete his fellowship in the Department of Psychiatry at Yale University Medical Center, as well as to begin his private practice. The author has also created, produced, and hosted the weekly television and radio show, Kids are Talking. He is a licensed marital and family therapist, and has had various articles published over the years while conducting lectures and workshops on subjects related to children, particularly communication. He is the co-author of My Father, My Son and a childrens book Milo, My Stray Cat. In addition Cohen is the producer and lyricist for the rock band the GIVE. He is the co-creator of the self-titled acoustic CD, as well as the GIVELive at the Acoustic Café. Both are available on iTunes. The poet and his wife Dee have two children and reside in Connecticut.