Tuesday, August 16, 2022

coup

a reason to believe 
a victory I won’t taste
tension in the feelings 
a love that’s gone to waste 
I feel it in my soul 
the words escape my lips 
a bloody, useless battle
my mind can’t seem to grip 
the air escapes the room 
and I can’t seem to breathe 
a scar that just won’t heal 
a wound that always seeps 
a heart that is still screaming
it beats it’s disbelief
never, ever thinking 
that you would really leave 
no pleasure in the moments 
that I once spent with you 
the fire that burned inside me 
defeated with your coup

toi et moi

a story that needs written 
a sonnet of all that I feel 
a poem that's not yet titled
an ode not yet revealed 
my unpublished heart 
un histoire d'amour 
you and me

thoughts

your thoughts on my thoughts 
your fingers caressing keys 
as you kiss my mind

Monday, August 15, 2022

Walking Home

You walked me home 
After that bad storm 
Making sure I got there 
Safe from all harm 
Surrounded by darkness 
No light for my way 
No stars in the sky 
The moon tucked away 
holding my hand tightly
Though you were not there 
Talking me onward 
Your voice in my ear 
Alone that late evening 
But your presence was there 
A light in the shadows 
Removing despair 
You walked me home 
The moon tucked away 
Your voice in my ear 
With me the whole way

shrines

shrines to those they lost 
dotting the southwest highways 
there are so many

terra incognita haiku

fear of the unknown 
a terra incognita 
where we will still go

Friday, August 12, 2022

enough is enough

I could write a book
of things I've seen
instant gratification
is what I need
so I write a poem
for you to read
short and simple
and quicker it seems

these times of turmoil
and tainted views
only certain channels
report real news
the rest paint words
the truth may cause
a dark, deep bruise
our intellect
may get confused

I'll take true statements
time after time
sharing the word
of all new crimes
the muck and the mire
the slinging of grime
it's still growing
it's not even half-time

turning it off
when it's too much
cynicism weaves
its painful touch
leaves us limping
without a crutch
come on world
enough is enough
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feels like love

it's been a long time
since I felt this way
thought it was used up
disappeared with yesterday
just when I thought
it would never be
it was just around the corner
and it feels like love to me

you call me up
in the middle of the night
to see how I am doing
if everything's alright
just when I thought
I was finally home free
I turn 'round the corner
and it feels like love to me

you hold my hand
look into my heart
I feel the electricity
I feel a million sparks
just when I thought
it was something I can't see
it was just around the corner
and it feels like love to me
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without a sound

you live inside my memory
ricocheting without a sound
the fortress that I built for you 
is crumbling to the ground

I put you on a pedestal
using fiction rather than fact
fables that I told my heart
to keep it all intact

you're the single leaf remaining
on a barren olive tree
withstanding inclement weather
hanging on inside of me

wind will pull you from that branch
eventually, you'll be set free
drifting away with what remains
memories will finally cease
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summer day

all I want to do
is lay down in tall grass
on a warm summer day
watching clouds pass

all I want to do
is skip stones on the lake
feel the breeze blow
see the ripples it makes

all I want to do
is hold hands while we walk
along the river bank
leaving footprints as we talk

all I want to do
is just let it all be
on this lazy summer day
while you're here with me
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Wednesday, August 10, 2022

Driving Haiku

Driving on I-10  
mind racing at 100 mph
Hope I don't get stopped

Sand Dollars

Seashells washed up on the beach 
With the morning tide
Lots of little tide pools 
Swimming with sea life
Searching for sand dollars
None here to be found 
Walking, looking, finding none 
Not this time around 
Finally, one in seaweed 
A perfect little shell 
Stooping to retrieve it 
Before the ocean swells 
Very, very brittle
It breaks right in my hand 
Keep on searching, seeking more 
None on this smooth sand!

Shelter

Lay down and I’ll watch over you 
Protect and keep you safe 
This can be your haven 
Your shelter, your escape 
My arms will wrap around you 
And hold you when you need 
This love I have to offer 
Let me put your life at ease 
Close your eyes, rest your mind 
While you are in my care 
I will shield and deflect all pain 
Waylay all your fears 
While I sooth your weary brow 
Relax and just let go
Protecting, holding, loving 
Forgetting all life’s woes

Tuesday, August 9, 2022

Collateral Damage

Fool that I was 
I I fell for your charms 
Putting myself 
In the way of harm 
The words you used 
Disguised the facts 
I see it clearly 
When I look back 
Eagerly I followed 
And let you in 
Dropping the walls 
I’d built within 
My heart unprotected 
You attack my defenses 
Turning my head 
Sending me spinning 
Collateral damage 
From when you were here 
What love that you gave 
Completely disappeared

winner

the winner's place in glory 
standing on the dais 
receiving your olive wreath 
you participate in the game 
repeating your mantra 
mentally pushing yourself on 
your opponents are skilled 
hitting their stride
long before you 
practiced excellence 
but you persevere 
blinders to the competitor 
in your own zone 
and in the end 
there can only be one winner
one true champion
but you are only the loser
if you throw your hands up, 
quit and walk away

Monday, August 8, 2022

if

if I love 
if I feel
if I trust 
if this is real 
if what you say 
if what you need 
if what I want 
if I proceed 
if my heart spills 
if it’s in your grasp
if I look forward 
if I don’t look back 
if the stress factures 
if it all cracks 
if I piece it together 
if I stay on track 
if it is His will 
if it’s supposed to be 
if it does happen 
if it’s you and me 

last night you were here

and you held me close 
singing a song just for me 
you come in my dreams

Sunday, August 7, 2022

unworn love

my love unworn 
you try it on
looking at yourself in the mirror 
turning around to see how it fits 
not liking the look 
you take it off 
toss it on the floor 
and continue shopping 
for a different size

no response, no reply

it was loud and clear
I guess that was your answer 
no thank you works too

I dreamed you were here

I dreamed you were here 
we sat on my terrace 
sipping wine under the stars 
the full moon bathing us in lunar light

I dreamed you were here 
singing me a love song 
as we danced, locked together, 
barely moving to the song you sang 

I dreamed you were here 
holding me close under Egyptian sheets 
your whispered words 
surrounding me with love 

morning dawns, the dream fades
as I stretch and turn 
reaching out for you 
finding you weren't there

book II

I reread this page 
my favorite in this book 
a book about us

Saturday, August 6, 2022

cracked

you light the filtered end
of your last cigarette
you were going to kick the habit
but you're not ready yet
dressing for a quick run
to the convenience store
and you're lighting up another
as you walk through the door

home alone with coffee
trying to plan your day
but too many thoughts are rushing
and on and on  they play 
like an old scratched vinyl record
that skips and gets hung up
you pour yourself more coffee
in your chipped and cracked old cup

you toss the cup in the garbage
and buy a set of eight
happy with the decision
now the coffee should taste great
you wash them very carefully
put them in the drying rack
you clink two of them together
and both of them get cracked
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truce

beneath a white and tattered flag 
rests and uneasy truce 
unfurling over wounded hearts 
and truth that was seduced
one more walking wounded 
one more tourniquet
the battlefield left bloody 
and it's not settled yet 

riddled with holes, it waves in the breeze
over all of this muck and mire
silent the heavy artillery
that rests for several hours
will we ever find armistice?
the peace on either side?
which one will surrender?
and cover their wounded pride 

do we live to fight another day? 
duck and cover from the truth?
how did this get started?
was it with me or you?
the silence of the cease-fire 
that spans on either end 
as we reload our ammo 
I'll break but will not bend 

blemish

the mirror reflects every wrinkle 
every blemish and all fine lines 
looking closer in the  brilliant light 
I still see the pieces whole 
though I try to cover it completely
cosmetics just don't do the trick
truth stares back at the end of the day 
when the powder is washed away 

with the breaking of each crimson dawn 
weakness filters in with the sun
after  sweet dreams...how real they seemed 
cotton candied fantasies -- 
before they overcome me 
before I trip on what's not there
I reckon with the reflection 
and how I got from there to here

poetry

poetry still flows 
music that you left still plays 
each verse about me