Presents the Poetry of
On occasion, JJ Namcap chooses a poet who is a regular contributor to our Creativity Forum and offers them a page for three of their most precious writings. They are also offered the opportunity to choose the illustrations used within this page. They are not charged for posting their work on this select page, nor are they paid in any spendable currency, although it would be great if they could be, for they certainly should be.
Profile of Poet Michael Naber
Mr. Michael Naber has been hanging around the Voices Network website since the very beginning.
He has contributed regularly to our online forum, known there merely as "Animus".
He has shown a unique style of poetry and insight and we have very much enjoyed his many works posted regularly on our forum.
Mr. Naber resides in Nebraska. He is a manager in the injection molding department of an international manufacturer of electronic connectors. He has been married for twenty-five years as of 9-11-01, bellieve it or not. Michael has two teenaged children, a nineteen year old daughter and a seventeen year old son. He has a B.A. in Industrial Management and an A.A.S. in Engineering Drafting.
Mr. Naber says: "I write now because I used to paint. The eyes and hands don't agree like they once did, so I express verbally what I used to visualize. Hopefully, my writing does not tell the reader what to think. I attempt to portray a situation that elicits a response that may not lend itself easily to description. I am fond of those feelings you might call inherent knowledge. Ideas you understand at a gut level but may have never verbalized before. I struggle a bit because I really only began writing poetry last August (2001). I'm still a novice. My job and family activities tend to limit available time to write but it is a release for me, a release on two levels, first, simply the creative gene expressing itself, and secondly, it is stress reducing therapy."
JJ Namcap - Voices Network
I AM, REALLY
Whether it was better to have turned left instead of going ahead
I have no answers.
Indistinguishable in a crowd.
PARODY OF ME
That song inside that sounds like me
It whispers in my mind like Lorelei
A license to soothe and protect
Then suddenly to decry and inflame
The aftermath is habituated grief
In a moment the onerous expression dissolves
With absolution anticipated
There's a place that can be touched by neither hand nor lips.
Obscured by the camouflage
I am a monolith of reason
Maintain a dignified distance
I am endowed by a nature no tangible science can define.
Weep only in solitude
The sin of vulnerability
Graciousness and civility
Wielding wit and humor once more I engage the world.