First Swim

This is the seventh in a series of poems that we will publish, written by Vincent. This poem is called “First Swim” and was written for “The Bare Facts” Prior Lake Newsletter in 2006. We hope you enjoy it.

Something special,
First swim of the year,
This lake in the forest,
No houses, no cars to be seen
Ravens, eagles, kingfishers,
Ambiance of power in peace
Spirits lifted
Great experience

Support Systems

This is the sixth in a series of poems that we will publish, written by Vincent. This poem is called “Support Systems” and was written for “The Bare Facts” Prior Lake Newsletter in 2000. We hope you enjoy it.

We all need them.
People and places and trust
In the patterns of our life
As being right for us
In our walk along the path.

So here is our lake,
The inanimate as a friend
Among other friends.
Deep feelings accepted,
Supported, nurtured and enriched
By our lake
And other friends along the way.

Prior Lake Dock

This is the fifth in a series of poems that we will publish, written by Vincent. This poem is called “Prior Lake Dock” and was written for “The Bare Facts” Prior Lake Newsletter in 1997. We hope you enjoy it.

Each with a story,
here on the dock.
All else is shed, all
the trappings of town
which bind us and
build us into a false
completeness.
Here on the dock we hold
only the story, that which binds
the self,
powerful beyond all surfaces.

The Lake Speaks

This is the fourth in a series of poems that we will publish, written by Vincent. This poem is called “The Lake Speaks” and was written in the Summer of 1999. We hope you enjoy it.

Remember me
When you are far away,
Deep held by care.

Remember me, your lake,
Waters reflecting
Trees and sky,
Part of my peace, your peace.

Look into me,
Hold me in your soul.
Be
At peace with yourself
That is my gift, take it.

Me and My Old Car

This is the third in a series of poems that we will publish, written by Vincent. This poem is called “Me and My Old Car” and was written in the Summer of 2001. We hope you enjoy it.

17 years we have been companions,
Grown old together,
Measured our span of tomorrows still to come,
Faded together,
Creaked in our joints together,
Each becoming an anachronism,
A product out of tune with the time.
You too big for the new day,
Me too lost in the old day for the new,
Each of us needing more frequent repairs,
Each wondering if this year will be our last,
And so we grow old together,
Unchanging companions in a changing world.

Prior Lake World

This is the second in a series of poems that we will publish, written by Vincent. This poem is called “Prior Lake World” and was written for The Bare Facts Prior Lake Newsletter in 1997. We hope you enjoy it.

There is a door at the top of the trail
That leads to the lake.
You may not see it;
It is always open.

The trail, trees, birds and lake
Ask you to leave the city
Behind
When you come through the door;
For they all say
They will give most
When you come without
Your city world.

Prior Lake Panty Show

This is the first in a series of poems that we will publish, written by Vincent. This poem is called “Prior Lake Panty Show” and was written for The Bare Facts Prior Lake Newsletter in 2000. We hope you enjoy it.

Panties come & panties go;
Here on the dock all on show,
Here on the dock where the nudies lie;
Some come with panties of plain old white,
Square cut leg, elastic tight;
But most seem to wear more attractive things
Showing for all the spirit’s wings;
Purple, high cut, with embroidery,
A touch, a tingle of coquetry,
Bright red satin in the noonday sun
Attracting glances from everyone;
Rich jade green like tropical seas,
Men buzzing round like tropical bees;
Or basic thong, not much there
To go by the name of underwear.
So the panties come & get put away
Until the end of the nudie day.
Then with the evening softening light
The panties come again in sight
And statements made of the rich I am
Hide with the rays of the setting sun.