Friday, April 8, 2022

thought

if I close my eyes 
I will miss all the good stuff
sometimes, I just nap

Thursday, April 7, 2022

poker

a good poker face 
your hand not tipped 
playing your cards 
close to your chest 
stoic, no tremors 
or betraying what you hold 
as I lay down 
the queen of hearts

threadbare

the delicate fabric rends 
once intricately meshed 
carefully woven together
by loving hands
beautifully it hangs 
the cloth, pleasing to the eye
colorful hues 
in a fashionable design

underneath--tattered and shredding 
worn from friction and resistance 
threads now falling on the ground 
the delicate fabric rends 
once intricately meshed 
carefully woven together 
by loving hands 
now frayed and flawed
threadbare

the last dance

baby, save the last dance 
save the last dance for me
the music is just right tonight
these lyrics that I feel 
we may not get another chance 
this time, let's do it right
 baby, save the last dance 
the music is ours tonight 

put your arms around me 
pull me to your chest
I can feel your heart beat 
pounding against my breast 
my head upon your shoulder 
we move slowly to the song
the tempo is just perfect 
it's here that I belong 
baby, save the last dance
save the last dance for me

Wednesday, April 6, 2022

metaphors

poets write with metaphors 
to protect their feelings 
letting others read into it--
infusing their own meaning 
sometimes it hits close to home, 
no matter how vague we pen 
obtuseness only goes so far 
when you're in the midst of it 

we write of  many unread books 
and things left in the rain 
 of dances left unfinished 
and songs that we once sang 
we write about opening windows 
and about closing tight the doors 
of dense, white fog and shadows,
shrouds and birds that soar 

we write of finding happiness, 
of thunder and skies of blue 
of footprints in sand, the ocean tides 
and about the crescent moon 
a metaphor does many things, 
it's left to interpretation 
in every singular purpose, 
or every singular situation 

we pen these poems as lyrics 
or tag them spiritually
hoping others will read them
and find the strength they need
some may bring them close to tears
while other make them laugh 
pulling from them what prose will
maybe bringing a sweet repast

thank you

thanks for fixing that broken gate 
for making me dinner when I work late 
for rubbing my back--taking my tension away 
at the end of a very, very long day 

thanks for changing the bulb over our bed 
when it blew out right over our heads 
for fixing the plumbing leaking in my shower 
no matter how late or early the hour 

thanks most of all for just being you 
for every single little thing that you do 
for caring for me right from the start 
thanks for mending my broken heart

another go

it is just my way...the lightning and thunder 
keeps you on your toes or running for cover 
would you want it to be any other way? 
this roller coaster ride that we both play 

it's the pull of the ocean and deep riptides
it's bigger than life--but black and white 
sometimes like a cd that skips 
or a new gun that kicks a bit

tomorrow we stroll down another path 
burying the pain and the aftermath 
starting over...another new page 
that's how it works, or so you say 
 
sometimes crazy but always amazing 
as we pick the parts that we are saving 
I don't know if we can keep it afloat
as I watch from a shadow in the afterglow 

tenacity and grace give it another go 

Tuesday, April 5, 2022

maturing

matured by damage
over years it was incurred
that is how it works
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hello, again

let's start again 
"hello, how are you 
do we know each other?" 
this time, let's go slower 
"yes, we've met before,
but it was a while ago" 
can history repeat? 
can it be any sweeter? 
than the time before... 
 "they are playing our song 
would you like to dance?" 
this I remember well!

it was you

it wasn't the moon 
that got to me that night 
it wasn't dancing close 
or purely circumstance 
it was much more than that 
it was all of those things 
and much, much more 
it was you

a cappella

a cappella 
you tell me you love me 
with a full orchestra 
you show me how much

Monday, April 4, 2022

something

I'm packing very little
there's not much that I need
hitting the open highway
for the beach, the sun, the sea

heading for the border
be there early today
I know once I get there
my troubles fade away

pulling out my passport
for examination
many detainees here
waiting on immigration

something about the ambiance
something about that air
something about the evenings
that makes me forget what's here

Mexico, just a dream away
closer than it appears
the climate always perfect
maybe, I'll just stay there

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roads

some roads lead to nowhere 
some lead to happiness 
some lead you to destruction 
some lead to financial success 
some lead you to heartache
some lead to a dead end 
some lead to a pot of gold
some lead to emptiness 

on some I have been chased 
on some I think I crashed 
on some I have been running 
on some I'm standing still 
some may lead to heaven 
another straight to hell 
I have to keep on going 
cause you can never tell
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Friday, April 1, 2022

token

every word written on the wall 
one last kiss as you kick the door open 
your back was all I ever saw 
as you hit the ground runnin 
you grabbed what you could 
what you leave, not needed
one of them was me 

flip a token in the turn-style 
lookin for a clean getaway 
all the questions you're leaving 
no simple answers resolve 
it hangs out in the open 
like clothes upon the line 
they may smell fresh from the sweet air 
but the sun sets the spots in 

what is it that's in store? 
can you put it out of sight? 
how does it all end up 
after disillusionment 
if it didn't mean a thing 
and the burden broke your back
the arrow hits the target 
splitting it all in half

holding strong

your breeze blowing down from the mountains 
cool and sweet it lifted me 
I heard the crack of roaring thunder
I held strong, never ran for cover 

I saw the flash of zigzagged lightning 
felt the energy but it didn't frighten me 
now my cover may have been blown
but I'm standing firm on this long road 

I turned my back to walk away 
that's when I heard you call my name 
over my shoulder I can see your face
is it time to go or do I remain? 

confusion rocks my very core 
it's always this and nothing more 
still, I hold strong, I hold strong 
am I in it for a minute, or the long haul?

your breeze blowing down from the mountains 
cool and sweet it lifted me 
I heard the crack of roaring thunder
I held strong, never ran for cover
 
I hold strong, I hold strong

Thursday, March 31, 2022

always back to you

gravity attracts, stronger than a magnet 
force shield broken, I already tried it
there's something I can't put my finger on 
something pulling me back to you 

the steps are steep, but I keep climbing 
up through the clouds to my piece of heaven 
sometimes I slip, I'm close to the edge 
something pulling me back to you 

sometimes there's a light at the end of the tunnel 
sometimes it's dim and my thoughts get muddled 
I'll keep going to get to where you are 
it's worth every penny, no matter the price 

there is something I can't put my finger on 
something that's pulling me back to you 
always, always back to you

spark

what is this difference that I feel 
this  instant fire and energy 
from that very first moment 
an instant chemistry 

are you using heavy artillery? 
I don't think it's needed 
if this is you au natural 
you're sweeping me off my feet

just the first electrical spark 
that I've been looking for 
infused right from the very start 
as you reopen that door

your words are just like poetry 
an arrow straight through my heart 
as one misses the opportunity 
another will take it and runs

Wednesday, March 30, 2022

if

if you fell for it
believe that I don't love you 
then you are a fool

crown of thorns

it's all curled up, resting demure and sweet 
laying face down, harmless and still 
it snarls and growls like the beast that it is 
when you turn it over or step on its tail 
viciously it bites, inflicting before it runs

there aren't enough drugs to ease its pain 
the bitterness dies and so does regret
like the wind from the mountains 
we change what we can and bury the rest 
no questions of why or who knows what's best 

another failure, another flunked test 
we let it all go, saying never again 
no medals awarded for this crown of thorns 
it shrinks so much smaller as distance grows 
the memories fade like the trail behind

the heart will just keep on
as it just seems to do 
believing that next time 
it will all be different
it will all be different

Relationship

Relationships revolve, as they 
Evolve
Laying
A foundation 
That is strong 
In others we plant seeds 
Offering what we both 
Need 
Sealing 
Hearts 
In a lasting 
Partnership 

Tuesday, March 29, 2022

no fond goodbyes

I walked through the fire
without getting charred
swam through the waters
brimming with sharks
fell down the mountain
without bruises or scars
but when I met you 
I had let down my guard

too late I learned
what loving you meant
living in my heart
without paying rent
after paying the piper
leaving not one red cent
you pack all your gear
and down the road you went

no fond goodbyes
or anything close
not one to miss me
more so than most
not one comparison
from those that oppose
I should have known better
than to let you impose
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Judas Kiss

a Judas Kiss 
scorches my lips 
you didn't tip your hand, 
show your will 
or the fact that it was done 
betrayal affronts me 
confounding thoughts and feelings 
all that I thought we were
the silence is deafening
ricocheting through my heart
echoing emptiness and despair 
a perfect deception 
hiding all, 
building walls of departure 
separating fact from fiction 
I did not see it
trusting, believing, 
blinded by what I wanted 
the joke is on me 
the Judas Kiss 
that scorched me will 
burns eternal in my soul

Star

I took one of the stars from the sky, 
the brightest one 
It illuminates my life 
There are still a lot of them 
left for you

Monday, March 28, 2022

No Goodbyes

I would rather say 
à bientôt 
or vaya con dios 
never goodbye

evening

the shadows of the mountain 
stretch long across the valley 
as evening approaches 
I sit on the patio
reflecting on the day 
reflecting on you 
are you reflecting also? 
thinking of me 
wondering what I am doing? 
soon it will be dark 
the stars will shine
the moon will rise
I will stay here 
a little while longer 
thinking of you!