Larry Brody’s Poetry: ‘I Have Lived Many Lives’

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by Larry Brody


The past is always prolog. I believe that what I love most about existence is the wonderful inefficiency of the eternal recurrence so many of us do our best to ignore. What am I talking about? Well, the last time I wrote about it, I said this:

I Have Lived Many Lives

I have lived many lives.

My past is a glorious array.


Bang the drum,

Hit it hard,

Kick the big bass!


Once I was a child, reading and dreaming,

Alone and afraid.


Bang the drum!


Once I was a young man, struggling and striving,

Fearlessly foolish, and paying the price.


Hit it hard!


Once a lover, forever lusting,

Loved more by others than I could return.



Kick that big bass


Once I was a fighter, a leader of men.

Once a dead man, cold and unaware,

And a victim, crying out to God in my pain.

Then a teacher, a master from the

School of lies.

A cowboy,

A killer,

A high flying hawk,

A rover,

A pirate,

A bear that could talk!


Ah, go ahead now,

Bang the drum,

Hit it hard,

Kick that big bass!

Celebrate each costume,

Cheer the form and the figure,

Applaud the apparel,

Admire my fine show!

Come on, come on, where’s that drum?

Why can’t I hear the big bass?


I have lived many lives,

A wonderful and glorious array,

Filled with mystery and pleasure,

And Horror and shame.

Chosen they were, bought and

Paid for, the highest of style.

Wanted they were, and needed,

For how else was my soul to survive?

Now I am a poet, living with my feelings,

And my words,

The feelings and words of a child,

Alone and afraid.


So come on now,

Bang the drum,

Hit it hard,

Kick the big bass!

Now, more than ever, I need the acclaim!

Larry Brody is the head dood at TVWriter™. He is posting at least one poem a week here at TVWriter™ because, as the Navajo Dog herself once pointed out, “Art has to be free. If you create it for money, you lose your vision, and yourself.” She said it shorter, though, with just a snort.