Sunday, December 17, 2023

for all to see

guided by fireflies and the pale moon's light
you carve our love in a tree with your knife
initials and a heart left for all to see
deep in the meadow where you loved me

grass from our bed flatten amongst other blades
there in that forest where memories were made
the stars were the blanket in a soft velvet night
the nightingale hushed by each uttered sigh

the tree stands still, a tall leafy oak
shadowing the grasses where love lay with hope
and there carved deeply in the trunk of that tree
is a heart with initials left for all to see

(this is photoshopped, no trees were harmed)

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poetry to my heart

I like it when you say I'm beautiful
or in your words, "that I'm hot" 
I like it that you say you love me 
more than all of the baggage you've got
I like it when you say you missed me 
but not only when the shower runs
I like it that you are  fussing
before our day has begun 

I like it that you try to find time 
to squeeze me into your day 
I'd like it if you were closer 
so you could show me in more ways 
all of these things a gal needs to hear 
it's validation of all that we are 
and when I see it in your eyes 
it's like poetry to my heart 

carried away

like a feather that floats on a gentle breeze
or birds singing songs in the green mesquite
like a cloud drifting by on a clear, blue day
this feeling I have is carrying me away

like the nighttime sky with all its stars
the big, full moon that glows from afar
like the heart that pounds from the words you say
this feeling I have is carrying me away

carried away by that look in your eyes
didn't take too long for me to realize
for all to see, like a painting by Monet
this love for you carries me away
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Thursday, December 14, 2023

once a soldier

once a soldier, a brother a spouse
a father, a buyer, the head of a house
one winter month on a Valentine's day
a very long time since you went away

a son, a lover, an ornery pest
a fixer, destroyer like some of the rest
blamed it on battles, long over; hard fought
scars there are many from turmoil they brought

a legacy of anger and one of despair
a legion of others who've also been there
a memory that lives, well instilled in a child
maybe not deserved, but given with smiles
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oil from a well

it was much harder than you might think
to say the things I bottled up deep
gushing from me, like oil from a well
too late to retrieve, or un-ring that bell

you drifted from reason, space to space
reading my thoughts; lacking in grace 
this doesn't rhyme, but it is all real
it's the way I think and how I feel

when I look back, coming out of the fog
wandering, isolated, all thoughts now jogged
I contemplated all the words that you spoke
but only heard the ones you chastely wrote
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renaissance man

comfortable in jeans and boots
leather and helmet
waders and cap 
suit and tie

handsome in all 

a man of many talents
master of them all
well read, cultured
connoisseur of music and cigars 

soft spoken, soft touch 

a true renaissance man
in every since of the word
a man's man
every woman's dream

my wish come true 

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Sunday, December 10, 2023

useless things

in the corner or under the bed
that very place I lay my head
the day is done and out goes the light
things go bumping in my night

I thought I had them all at bay
thoughts I manage during the day
but out they wander one by one
those ideas I thought once fun

comes the dawn and there they go
back in the corner like dirty clothes
shaking the sleepiness from my head
tossed and turned from thoughts well read

grab the coffee and fill my cup
it's still early, I'm the only one up
looking at you still fast asleep
dreams seem real but talk ain't cheap

wondering if you have those thoughts
of all the ones that are now lost
deep in memories that can't come out
I wish they'd dry up like a drought

it's not that I would ever go back
or run to you with all you lacked
times are better but still I think
of you sometimes and useless things
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king for a day

don't talk to me of circumstance
Of useless things after we once danced
there is no time or one more chance
once you slayed me with your lance

on you move to newer things
better times is what it brings
while loving songs your heart may sing
feeling like a once crowned king

the crown may tarnish if your head does dip
you bow your head and off it slips
do you feign amazement or come to grips?
when at last your title is stripped
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Saturday, December 9, 2023

CHRISTMAS

Calling up the reasons
Happiness all around
Reaching deep and giving
Into hearts unbound
Sealing all the cards
To get them there on time
Making all the cookies
A favorite of mine
Season of spirit and hope
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Christmas in the desert

snow up on the mountains
but none down here below
it doesn't stop the spirit
Christmas will still glow
a yule log on the fire
to keep the chill away
while we open presents
and celebrate the day
it still is kind of silly
to see snowmen on the street
and all those electric reindeer
once a Midwest treat
Christmas in the desert
the best that I have known
traditions I brought with me
Christmas spirit still aglow

Friday, December 8, 2023

fireside

love displayed by fireside
burning passion in the night
flickering glow on moistened skin
fire burning from within
with each touch that does excite
verses to the poem we write
winter snow falls soft and white
love that flows with each soft sigh
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Monday, November 27, 2023

this place

a glimmer of light that shines in my dark
 a candle lit with novena said
like a child at Christmas I feel the wonder 
of all you offer to me 

you, the umbrella that keeps me dry 
the hand I hold when I'm afraid 
blocking out the noise of thunder 
your laughter like my favorite song 

soft and warm I feel your breath 
back to chest upon my neck
arms enfold around me tight 
the sleep of angels comes at last 

too much slack

when it all falls apart
what wasn't built to last
what we thought was love
sped by way too fast
the here and the now
that brought us to this place
where heaven is closed
and we've used up its grace

the tries and retries
that just didn't ring true
you were counting on me
but I couldn't pull us through
sometimes it just gets way out of hand
you'd had enough--then turned your back
no matter how hard I pulled and I tugged
I got rope burns from taking in slack

as it all falls apart
cause it wasn't built to last
what we thought was love
sped by way too fast
the here and the now
that brought us to this place
where heaven is closed
and we've used up its grace
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Thursday, November 23, 2023

Give Thanks

a nip in the air
friends and family surround
Happy Thanksgiving

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Thanksgiving

a Thanksgiving comes
and as the blessing is said
I offer my own
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explorer

an explorer--trudging through the here and now 
picking up what works and stowing it in my knapsack 
tossing away the discrepancies of what doesn't 

a coward--wondering about what might have been 
backpack-- empty; except for dreams
that never see the light of day

steadfast

she slayed all her own dragons
without the help of any
armed with swords and arrows
her armor dents were many
and when a new predicament
would fall into her path
head-on the way she met it
befalling it with her wrath

although her prince was gallant
with offers to assist
she'd shake her head objecting
although she wasn't pissed
"I have to do this my way"
she told him with a smile
"you can help the next time,
I face another trial"

and so here in her kingdom
on no one she relied
to right all the atrocities
that she held in her stride
the prince was ever watchful
ready to come to aide
he shook his head in amazement
but steadfast he did stay
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Saturday, November 18, 2023

far behind


the time was up
your ticket expired
ashes thick from smokeless fire distance grew, you try harder gone the love of my desire messages come left unattended inbox filled with those you send deleted now the memory no good reason to pretend once in awhile, you cross my mind thinking of dreams left far behind nothing here, no aftertaste from those stars not quite aligned
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Lyrics Of My Life

Prose that’s put to music
Lyrics of my life
Sung in soft and bluesy tones
Wonder, loving, strife

A melody of amazement
A rhapsody of passion
A song of aspiration
An opera of emotion

The chords of deep dissension
Played by violins
A harp for softer moments
A cello for my sins

The maestro does conduct it all
Standing with baton
The symphony well directed
As my life plays on

Avalon

her iris the color of embers 
she hailed from Avalon
they said she was a princess
her beauty far renown
looking in the mirror
she could not see that depth
her search for truth and honesty
wide was the path she swept

they say he was a legend
upon his metal steed
and many were the damsels
he'd left behind with speed
always heading onward
weary was  his quest
sometimes roads not visible
on his sojourn west

she sat next to the window
and prayed a silent plea
she said I'll love no other
just cause he loves me
I will wait for ever
if that's how long it takes
right here, this lonely princess
alone, may be my fate

auspicious, was their meeting
arranged by common friends
fortuitous, when their eyes met
a beginning without end
adventure when together
never, to be apart
a prince upon a metal horse
had finally won her heart
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Monday, October 30, 2023

for what was

for what was a loving rapport
singing softly at my heart's door
a golden key opening a lock
surrounding--astounding

for what was a warm embrace
hands that gently touched your face
kisses burning into my soul
intensely--immensely

for what was my heart believed
the truth, a spotlight, now floods me
shadows hidden deep within
dwelling--foretelling

for what was that floats as a dream
never really what it seemed
as the key twists in the lock
rending--splintering
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The Dwelling

In this very deep dark place 
Where all my secrets dwell 
I’ve gathered many memories 
Some which I’ll never tell 

Memories of love long lost 
Memories of hope 
Memories of yesterday 
And things with which to cope 

Always adding something 
More and more each day 
To this cavernous, deep, dark place 
Always locked away

rain haiku

and the rain that fell 
was not cleansing or gentle
it was only wet

Thursday, October 26, 2023

fester

deep inside, where no one can see
things that fester, won't be set free
so many questions, so many thoughts
of long ago times and the trouble it wrought

simmering, just beginning to boil
reaching a point like a snake that is coiled
ready to spew from once silent lips
nothing in writing, not from the script

surprise from the one who lead it along
minding their business and singing their song
lyric that falls on my ears that won't hear
you once had the chance, when you were endeared

the days hurried forward with no time to waste
and you, you left nothing when you left in haste
water under a bridge that was dammed in the crook
and I wrote the ending in our CliffsNotes book
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