sometimes silence is the verse;
a cave of visions
where still, the air surrenders
to water and time
seeping through rock
as cuts that carve my heart.
a stream flowing inward,
each drop knew sun but now
reflect the bit of light it meets
and carries life below.
in cold and dark this fortress
makes rest for weary mind.
I wasn’t always thus
but you would never know.
a soul is built
from life eroded.
come, guest of mine~
walk through what I have made.
Aug 30, 2020
Aug 30, 2020 at 2:51 PM UTC
Comet Vernon never stays.
the specialty is a fly by
in the dark of night;
zooming long away
then drifting close,
kissing your stratosphere-
just not enough
to melt it’s core.
~~the razzle dazzle show~~
would end for us all
if Vernon was ruled
by gravity
<--more than velocity.-->
cover your eyes
if comets aren’t your thing.
best not burn yourself
by it's luster.
Jul 14, 2020
Jul 14, 2020 at 11:06 PM UTC
sing me a tune, Band Man
rock me to weep.
take me to heaven
on a song I can keep
my heart has a melody
you seem to find it.
the rhythm surrounds me
and in my soul binds it
rolling and swaying
we feel the same groove;
laughter in unison
as one body move
no time to be weary
on memory wings;
when this bird comes flying
we leave all the things
behind us is worry,
lose anger and fear;
we have only music,
a few happy tears
ride into the moonlight
on serenade of peace;
its waves will hold and thrill us~
may magic never cease.
Jun 30, 2020
Jun 30, 2020 at 12:18 PM UTC
looking past mundane and bore
the isolation such a chore
remember what we do it for~
to not repeat a sickly lore.
the pestilence in days of yore
spared neither emperor or *****
though we now find common fight
absent kin is not quite right
or lover in the dead of night
too far to hold my body tight.
I ask with no one in my sight
when parts this darkness for the light?
I miss the skin and velvet touch
and loving in our dreamy hutch
but we all know this feeling-such-
to bear it with a hopeful hunch
to greet with kiss and ardent clutch
when time has healed the world that much.
so care for neighbor with a prayer
sing a song and bless the air~
‘tis not so much we can not bear.
observe the quiet for it’s rare.
and finding outside beauty fair
feel happy you’ve the time to spare.
until it comes I inward gaze
and see my soul is still ablaze
with hope for man and better days
amidst this heavily pressing haze.
we shall emerge with better ways
of sharing in the heaven’s rays.
Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 12:18 AM UTC
it’s roast on the roll
and no au jus.
I haven’t had my
dip in you.
the daily grind
that fills my cup,
isn’t quite
the pick me up.
every tedious
task or chore
passes on
with nothing more.
you didn’t leave
and nor did I,
but something’s gone-
I can’t deny.
there is no draw
without a laugh;
the fun has left
the other half.
it fizzled like
an opened pop;
without some Sun
the flower flops.
it’s kinda sad
but what to do?
my roast was meant
to have au jus.
Jun 30, 2019
Jun 30, 2019 at 10:57 PM UTC
Nothing is fixed;
like stars that
drift the sky by night
as Earth journeys round
in spite of Orion’s might.
The Sun that sets
ne’er regrets a day
on which it shone;
but all that’s grown is grateful
for the heat and it’s rest.
While Earth and heaven shift
the flowers die,
and stars implode.
I shan’t look back with tears
at love I had
and left in change of years.
All the light that shines
from years away
can sometimes find me, still.
May 12, 2019
May 12, 2019 at 9:17 PM UTC
a wild heart can’t be broken,
a tame heart keeps the beat,
a heart like yours is spoken
within the sensual heat.
it’s sensitive and open
but careful and neat;
love in the smallest tokens,
the gestures we repeat.
so take the love that’s woken
into your soul so sweet-
a melody unbroken-
and make your mind’s retreat.
Mar 30, 2019
Mar 30, 2019 at 11:52 AM UTC
I’m cutting your string.
The ball can roll
like columbus round the world
looking for the edge.
And I’ll be left
with the short piece
ready to drop it in the trash
while you tangle with your mess.
Sticky fingers,
trapped in knots
wondering how I got away
without a catch.
That’s what happens
when you play with girls
who run with scissors.
I’m sharp as steel
and just as strong.
Be careful
it might be
your fingers bleeding.
Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 10:21 PM UTC
(a metaphor...)
Turning times on who I had to be
singed and fragile
rigid as a leaf
wont to tumble
in the wind;
make a fist
see her crumble,
death of Spring
scattered on the ground.
Winter comes
to soothe the scorching,
freezing scars
til finally
the hottest Summer ever
is remembered not felt.
But a tree like me
abides the changing season
emerges thriving.
Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 10:04 AM UTC
life is poetry my dear,
while minutes and moments turn to years
and all the laughter, all the tears
teach us to release our fears;
to live like kings surviving jeers.
so raise your glass and let’s make cheers
for love keeps living, far or near;
a story for the poet’s ear.
I’m glad you’re in my story, Dear.
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 12:26 PM UTC