Tuesday, August 3, 2021

in the end

it all just depends 
which end of the stick you hold 
both lose in the end

before I sleep

I lay in the dark in this sweet place 
hear the train whistle, 
long and mournful 
taking some where they don't want to go
taking others to those they miss 

I hear the dog laying next to me 
snoring peacefully, dreaming a dream 
maybe she's chasing a rabbit 
or digging a bone 
maybe something else; 
only she knows 

I feel your heart beating 
against my back 
feel your breath, 
warm and even
 before I sleep in this sweet place 
I place a kiss on your sleeping face

Monday, August 2, 2021

I've got...

a license to drive and for concealed carry
one for the dog and the day we married
a passport to take me near or far
to travel by plane or boat or car

a permit to hunt when the season is right
early in morning or late twilight
a diploma for time I spent at school
and one from college, I'm no fool

most of these used day to day
some to keep the wolves at bay
in every state, I guess I'm legal
and they make me feel quite regal
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dusk and dawn

mistletoe choking the mesquite
rambling, aimless through dense trees
jackrabbits, taller than my knees
dust and pollen make me sneeze

layers of clothes to keep me warm
bees are buzzing in a swarm
weather clear, no chance of storms
lets head this way you inform

scouting for javalina tracks
I think they're way behind our backs
avoiding all the desert cracks
adjusting straps on my backpack

for one week we hit the trails
morning, evening without fail
sometimes slowly like a snail
kicking up the coveys of quail

but that season's come and gone
we see deer and baby fawn
knowing soon we'll sing their song
you and I, at dusk and dawn
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royal flush

I eliminate the manipulators
the ones who hold nothing for me
people with empty promises
a wink of an eye
with holds barred
vows of injustice 
while playing the hand
held close to the chest
without good intention
a strong poker face
not knowing...
my cards were better
as I lay down a
Royal Flush
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Thursday, July 29, 2021

we are

etched deep in my heart
 is everything that we are
indelible love

there on time

the view is different 
depending where you sit 
on the passenger side
or behind the wheel 
no longer content 
or enjoying the view
I'm switching seats 
and I'm gonna steer 

I couldn't be sure 
of the roads we traveled 
it all looked close
in the rear view mirror 
we'll get there quicker 
I know the right way 
I don't need a map 
for where we're heading
 
so buckle up baby
and enjoy the ride 
no side seat driving
or bitchin' allowed
enjoy the music or
you can sing along
baby, I'll get us there 
right on time 

wrapped in warmth

night is almost over 
I watch the sun rise 
painting its way 
across the desert sky 
watching with my coffee 
and thinking of you 
wondering if you're watching 
and thinking of me too 

these nights I spend 
here all by myself
thinking about some things
that now lay shelved
nothing that has to do 
with parts of us at all
mostly thinking about 
how you broke my fall

the wind starts to blow
with its sweet breath 
last nights rain 
goes back where it is kept 
those all around me 
are still fast asleep
I'm wrapped in this warmth 
that you've given me 

night is almost over 
and I watch the sun rise 
painting its way 
across the desert sky 
watching with my coffee 
and thinking of you 
wondering if you're watching 
and thinking of me too

Wednesday, July 28, 2021

windows
















never after this

my poetry was simple
mostly rhyming, wordy
it held meaning for me
my release
from sadness and my quest

I knew you couldn't save me
you were drowning yourself
I held high hopes
always dashed
He knew the reason

life holds many surprises
my future behind door three
this kind of love
never before
never after this
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you...

You....fill every nook and cranny...

all the tiny spaces, expanses...

spots that I didn't know were empty...

overflow....


love...fills my life...

bubbling inside, oozing from my pores,...

spilling like sweet wine from my

lips...
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Tuesday, July 27, 2021

math

moves; calculated
math was never your forte'
and so you blew it
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yep!

the camo outside
hides lacy interior
that's rght, I'm all girl
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Monday, July 26, 2021

meant to be

not one moment, did I doubt
I knew you were out there somewhere
there were those who told me
who I should love
tried to convince me
I wasn't buying it

one day, you were there
my heart said
"this is the one"
so secure were you
in all that you are
searching, also

so--we write a new story
one of brilliance and sun
of past days of rain and gloom
love failed us then
for a good reason
because we are meant to be
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flawed

I know I am flawed
only a liar thinks they are not
but...
in your eyes,
I am beautiful,
perfection
it is love
that portrays me
this way
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it sucks!

cortisone in my knee
and in my shoulder too
my joints all creak and moan
my jaw hurts when I chew
I thought that I was special
took good care with my health
it doesn't make a difference
if you're poor or you have wealth

when I was so much younger
I used to jump and run
played outside for hours
always so much fun
but now it really sucks
to hear my Doctor say
you just can't do those things
you did in younger days
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Saturday, July 24, 2021

the end of the game

Why ask the sage? 
Why pray to the heavens? 
Why seek the answers? 
You are just not saying 
Nothing is worse 
Than not believing 

Where is the faith? 
Without the deceiving 
The moon cycle changes 
The stars are the same 
The night sky is dark 
At the end of the game

is that too much?

I've quit you before, 
tried to stay away 
something draws me back 
like a fly to web 
I just get stuck 
and I can't stay away
ready for more hurt
ready for the pain

can you give me a hug, 
is that too much? 
can you kiss me long, 
is that pushing it? 
can you look at me 
like I'm all you want? 
hey there baby, 
can you loan me some love? 

I remember way back, 
how it all started out
I thought we were on 
the road to true love
didn't see the warnings, 
couldn't read the signs 
I thought I was yours 
and that you were mine 

somehow it just 
got twisted and bent 
soon there was nothing 
for you to relent 
you turned left 
and I went straight 
what we missed 
is a crying shame 

I've quit you before, 
tried to stay away 
something draws me back 
like a fly to web 
I just get stuck 
and I can't stay away
ready for more hurt
ready for the pain

can you give me a hug, 
is that too much? 
can you kiss me long, 
is that pushing it? 
can you look at me like 
I'm all you want? 
hey there baby, 
can you loan me some love? 

Friday, July 23, 2021

parking

let's go parking in the desert
you know that you want to
open up the moon-roof
and neck like a couple of fools

a million stars overhead
a full moon lights the sky
it's just a little cramped
that's why these seats slide

let's pretend that we are teens
I leave a mark on your neck
you'll need to wear high collars
oh but what the heck

let's pop in a cd
and listen to some tunes
while you are kissing on me
I'll be kissing on you

we'll have to keep one eye open
to watch out for cop cars
they shouldn't be looking for parkers
but rousting drunks in bars

ouch, my leg is hurting
it hit the steering wheel
your back is almost breaking
but honey, you make me squeal
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paper rain

paper rain a confetti parade
falling around, littering the ground
you think you see clearly
in the eye of this storm
the things that you can't see
and one of them is me

thunder crashes, not shaking your calm
deafening your ears, so you can't hear
the sound of your voice
this storm that rages on
the things that you can't hear
and one of them is me

a lightning flash that starts your fire
burning your soul, spirit sprayed with holes
ash settles to your feet
you will never admit defeat
as you leave old ties behind
one of them is me
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I

I see You in the mountains
I feel You in the breeze
I taste You in the raindrops
I smell Your sweetness in the flowers
I hear the sound of You in thunder
I sense that You are near
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Thursday, July 22, 2021

a dream come true

a constant craving 
my blood racing 
our hearts pounding
it's astounding 
what I'm feeling
keeps me reeling 
a dream come true 
when I met you 

tattoo

yeah, I've got ink no one can see 
hidden down deep inside of me 
not across my back or on my arm 
it's your love tattooed on my heart 

didn't go to a parlor and have it etched 
I don't need ink cause I can't forget 
the way we are...or the way we feel
I don't need ink cause this is real 

you know it's there as I'm riding the legend 
you can feel it's smooth, soft, deep, deep edges 
it's not apparent--this invisible ink 
but you put it there inside of me 

yeah, I've got ink no one can see 
hidden down deep inside of me 
not across my back or on my arm 
it's your love tattooed on my heart 

Wednesday, July 21, 2021

just one look

just one look is all it takes
blue sky eyes into ones of sea green  
I feel the spark--the intensity 
the fresh breath of love 
breathing life into me 

there is nothing more I could want 
nothing more I could ever need 
goosebumps form without a chill 
a touch brings heat from deep within 
I feel the spark--the intensity the fresh 
breath of love breathing life into me

through a door left slightly ajar 
bolted from the inside 
once you enter 
I feel the spark--the intensity the 
fresh breath of love 
breathing life into me 

There is nothing more I could want 
nothing more I could ever need 

symmetry

in the symmetry of mountain ranges 
the poetry of a cloudless sky 
the lyric of the nightingale
the song of the sage 
the dance of drifting tumbleweeds 
I see God's grace 
I am at peace