A Poetic Whine

I see her in pink
she gave me a Thirst
that can't be quenched.
Closing the door
I lie back, alone
but still, I can't fulfill
the void
that only her kiss
can seal.

Turbulance

From a cloud, plummeting

At free fall speed

Straight toward the ground, with

A kerplunk!

The sound of shattering dreams

Because the wind just

Happened, to change directions.

--the ground didn't flinch--

Aware

I went for a walk, around noon
anything before that; is much too soon.
I noticed the tall pine swaying, with half its needles
resting on the ground in a fetal
position, as if waiting to be born again.

The finch on the adjoining limb, sang
for awhile to me as I stood beneath her tree
contemplating the destiny
of tomorrow's embrace,
my saving grace....

...holding back;

as the seed in wait

on the dark floor,

of the deep forest...

first breath after holding

(without the door so much as
cracking, still
she managed to creep in
and unpack, the hole
is now whole.)

I hope she stays for awhile....

A Mona Lisa (Unaware Of Course)

Dearest Beautiful Soul,

I notice, your arms stay close to your sides
so as not to appear too wide?
The bag you carry to trap
all of the stupid crap
that's being sold only to you
wandering, the streets right on cue
up and down and -- back again;
looking for comfort from the place it began,

only to be met with a blank stare

from the one who should care
the most.--- holding yourself; weighted down
with all the mess layed upon your shoulders, drown
your spirit of a broken heart, bleeding in tears
shread all of the years
that should have been.

If you can't hear me, I'll say it times ten;
babe, the crap you carry is not all yours
put yourself through torture,
no more; cause... You ARE the prize!

Mama-licious

To me, she is the riches
     even on such days she's
up to her elbows in dishes
    with a babe whining on her dress
cause she had the nerve to say,
    "Go clean up that mess!"
Covered in a vile muck
     from head to toe and all in between
from a day that frankly, just sucks!

Every night, she skips from the dark
      room of her little darlings
exhausted from a day of play in the park.

A moment to breathe, she sighs
     at the thoughts of what her life
has become.  She softly cries
     at the lonliness deep inside, a void
filled by only a dream yet imagined,
     a thought that she must avoid
for now. It is in this hour she hides
     in the shadows, in hopes no one will
see. It is in this hour I want to pull her aside

wrap her up in my arms for all of eternity
     because I must confess it is in this moment
She is the most beautiful of all, to me.


    

Insanity

In sand "I drink" tea
With everyone I meet.
Blonde or brown
Thin or round
Matters not the least.
All drink tea and blame it on the beast
Always within striking distance.

the Rolling-Key-stone

He from she was born
becoming a poet, of sorts

laying it out, without
having to say so in

the streets of bumpy
matter, hardly ever lengthy

bouncin' to this from that
so nothing ever sticks,

hurt just as a lick
with a sick joke slapped

on the side, watching the
people pass, their paths

clear for the taking, or so
it seemed, in the beginning

but now, finding the path leading
to the right destination, racing

without resignation, only to find
the sign that reads, PRIVATE PROPERTY

keep out or be shot right
in the heart, he proceeds gently

not giving heed to warnings
until the morning after next

Em ily

No miles I cry will
Make me further
From you

For you, I take
Wherever I go
Missing you still

For your kiss has yet
To burn my heart
For evermore


(waiting and thinking-- these lines came to me. May add more later... Or not?)


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Waiting...

The floor is white
The Room is black
  He surrenders, on his back
  Blind fold tight,
            with
   Eyes wide open.

soup pour here, oh

without  a breath
or a whisper
my wings expand
my muscles flex
glasses are off
like it or not
I'm in it now
Fuck You
if you think
I won't knock
down a door or two
to save you from
a burning building

Change

This silkiest of grass
wrapped around
the most splendid
tree in the forest
will not
keep its' leaves
from falling
when their time
has come.

Commitments

when she was ten, she had the most beautiful
collection of beads that ever existed
                shapes and colors galore
                people gave her more and more
so many in fact, they were stacked
on the special shelves above her bed and
on the sills of windows and
she was happy beyond compare
                everyday, she filled a string or two
                for a friend or not, she brought smiles
                to the faces of all from her selfless gifts
after 20 years of this
the beads dwindled down
filling a jar here and there
                as she got older, the demands
                for more and more grew and
                those people would get so upset
                when they were met with a "NO!"
you see, they all seem to forget that eventually,
the beads run out when there's nothing
                 left to give

Prelude

Strolling through the historic part
of downtown, watching my feet
without a single need
for this or that.  Not shopping

or even gazing in a single window,
focused on the mutterings
of souls passing
me by without a care to give

nor I.  Resigned to living in a
nothing world feeling nothing
special I couldn't bring
or make myself, before you

came to me, full of sun like spring
to the tree branches of winter
restoring love, you render
a name for that which I've yearned.

Sonnet 17

By  Pablo Neruda

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way
because I don't know any other way of loving
but this, in which there is no I nor you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep
it is your eyes that close.

The Trip

The car is packed

And gassed for

A trip not to be missed!


Breathtaking scenery

Each and every mile

Of the long  journey!


The anticipation,

Off the map for a trip

That's been long over due!


No point in discussing

The destination, cause the

Excitement is found


                                                                          In getting there...





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Sweet Dreams

With a small breath,
The clouds parted
In the night with
          the moon rise
                tucking me in with
                     a kiss, thoughts
Linger longer
Than reasonable, but
Still there's nothing
           that can shake
                a leaf free held
                      tightly in love.

BREAKING NEWS

The ward for words
Under lock and key
Never to see
The light of day, are

Rioting in their cells.
A few have escaped

The only certainty is
As they ran to their intended
Destination they
Could be heard for miles
Rejoicing in their freedom.

How they are received
Is not yet known.

PLEASE CALL, IF THEY
AFFECT YOU IN ANYWAY!

Biscuits

Only a home style biscuit,
With its subtle freshness
and Hot
Out of any oven

Allures me
Calling
Me by name.

Its' outside,
Buttery and golden
And wets my appetite

Satisfied by
Nothing else.

Its' layers
Richly complicated
With a flakiness
That drives me wild

Leaving
Me
To
Come
And go
At once.

Snap Shot

 

To see her in lace
Ahem!
my heart would just race.

And

with that said,
her painted nails and
the shoulder tickling hair

Well, I just stop and stare
cause she has those
eyes that look
straight through, oh

AND THAT SMILE!

don't hurt
neither.

Oh My! the clouds
sure are lovely today...

 

 

 

Unknown

A thought is whispered

and flung

with a sling shot

aimed

from here to there;

often caught

with reason

or fate,

unknown

it

matters

not

?



the vibe

here I am
and
there she is
no matter where I turn
her hands
I feel
around
me, everywhere
and everyday
in all the minutes
ticking by
in pulses
that rush in
jolts
making me
need
to say
hello, it's
the beginning
and ending
of me
and it
ends

with a smile.

Fresh

If I stink, I'd like to think
you'd be oh so
kind, and let me know
that I offend. Of course, I will bend
over backward, racing toward
a real cold shower, every hour
cause pleasing you, is all
I ever wanna do.

My Placebo

bare feet rest, naked
 to the vacant grass, highs
  locked'n hands held, sighs
   dare to be, inside out.
   cool love, not forsaken
  planting words to rise
 way and beyond all whys
soon to be, beneath that tree

               I wait.

Saturday

Sitting here lost in the music all day long. 
My thoughts are in full throttle. 
Last night, something shifted.
After the full blowout 2 weeks ago,
her attitude has slowly changed.
I'm left to figure out the reasons and
if it's temporary or permanent.  Hell, I don't know. 
I'm more confused than ever. 
So many U-turns, new things... my circuits
are on overload.  The only thing I know
with complete and utter certainty is...
I want to sit under a tree and just chew gum
and talk about life, and other stuff.

Would it be wrong to end this with a, "fuck it!" ?  Who cares!?!  Fuck it!

Mis-take-in

Balloons up
Lights and gifts
Candles to
Celebrate

Love to show
Shouts to yell
Calling out
From the heart

In all the
Excitement
She forgot
One DAMN thing,

It is not
Her birthday
For another
Six whole months.

A Few Words On The Matter

then I'm gonna have to let it go...


In rhythm infused thoughts,
the sweat inducing sunlight
blinds her to the fact
that her heart beats
faster than the beat
of the song
playing over and over
in her mind.

I'm pretty sure that's everything, for now...

Lost

The sky, draped in night

Lost without its' moon

Spinning in desperation

Searching for the gift

Of light she gives.




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21 + 21 = 42

21 years ago today, I married my high school best friend.  So, my last name started with a G for 21 years, and my last name has started with an H for 21 years.  My ex husband is still my dear friend and the father of my child.  I love him and always will.  To him, I owe my ability to love the way I do.  He taught me  how to love, by loving me unconditionally.  That's what a good friend does, right?

Thank you for being who you are M!  You are forever in my heart!!!

lost and found

fleeing, taking the
blueprints too, swiftly
throwing away dreams
of what was to be.

unfinished, the structure
caved, cracked,
decayed to say
the least, and

the last of worries,
not even a sorry
or a care to give
for the loss of love.

..............................

until she found the key
that opened the door
and an interest of
peeking inside, laying a bed

in the back room
out of site until
the dust and fumes
                                settle.

Today...

Has been one of those daze where every damn thing thrown at me, I've felt.  Too much overload, I s'pose. I keep thinking of things as BBD and ABD (before bus driving and after bus driving).  Not sure why that shit won't let me go..... but it has woken and stirred so much shit in me that I'm almost a new version of me. (last night I had a nightmare about it) I really kind of miss the old me.  The one who could bury anything in so much deepness, it grew nothing, did nothing.. but just be.  That's what I need to do... just be.  I'm fairly certain The Rock I've always been is still there somewhere..... It just has to be........

AND WHAT'S WITH ALL THE FUCKING CRYING??????? I HATE CRYING WITH A PASSION!!!!!!!  what good does it serve???? 

I better get a fucking awesome poem or prose or essay or something out of this shit!

Hyper-- reality

a great piece
up for grabs
asking price
negotiable
inquire within
BUT
buyer beware
though more real than real

only the sleeper knows
of the pitched tent, deep
in the hardwoods
found only
                             with thoughts
                                                                  of her.................

Ignited

Sitting outside, alone
The sun burns with a purposeful flame
The wind licks like aloe

But it ain't quite the same
As a lover on fire
Standing upside down
For me.


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surfacing

she came out with her best

twirling and spinning and dancing
smiling inside and out
with beauty beyond
all the gold in all the world
my heart plummeted
and rose
and again
and again
and again.....

my eyes transfixed
unable to do
anything

but follow

stopping to take a
breath
she left
as quick as she
came
and I

am lost.

Beyond A Shadow Of A Doubt

That's A Wrap

As the weight slides down
the sides of curves still too
steep, feeling around
at the structure once
hidden under blankets
of protection, reflecting
the first face seen
before being weaned

fear passes a
doughnut
hole and more

MUST
FIND
NEW
BLANKET

Wings

As strange as it may seem, there
are times when I run
laps 'round the
yard to raise
a stink in the 
sun making love
a memory
of you
and
it.

A Pretty Song

In thoughts of subtlety eyes shift down from fifth to second

in a matter of seconds. She smiles comfortably when

I pretend not to notice.

Never a hand is played or sometimes

a word uttered. A pretty song plays for us inside only

others pretend not to notice.

I'd learn to drink bitters if you'd sit here for a moment or two

to discuss no hint of this or that. I will fall in your rhythm

and pretend not to notice when you do.

And when your shoulders lift with your eyes

at a vibe I gave, without intention that matters not anyway,

we'll pretend not to notice, together.

A pretty song is heard when we rise in the sun

and again when we lie back in the darkness. The lingering thoughts

will be noticed in the rhythm of falling, neither here nor there.

Without a sound we rest, like the last note the violin plays
bending, reflecting, soaking in the still air
penetrating our senses, forcing it to be noticed.

The pretty song plays, through the night...

                                     and we noticed.

.