I guess it's
Been four years now
She turned up here homeless
She was old
Even then
Those used teats
The grey on her jowl
Lonely. So loving.
She's followed me
Like my shadow
Ever since
And don't believe
A dog can't smile
In my absences
She'll sit by the door
Until I come back
I'm 60 now.
Just had a birthday.
And this black Labrador
Beauty gave me the honor
Of crawling up next
To me as I went to sleep
She rarely has done before.
And it made me wonder
How I want to die before her
I don't think I could stand
Losing her
But thought
Of what would happen
To her
If I went before
And this isn't poetry
It's a love story
About two lonely orphans
Who found someone
Who loves them more
Than life itself
And how
Much love
Can mean
Jan 31, 2018
Jan 31, 2018 at 4:06 AM UTC
Let me just lie here a while
Sweet love
Let me catch a breath
No
I am anything but sad
Just let me
Remember
Jan 31, 2018
Jan 31, 2018 at 1:54 AM UTC
My reply to her Madame's Inquisition was to reply
Simply , "music" , Madame.
"We are having a fine discourse
On the advantages of a six string orchestra as opposed to a banjo man" I leaned in closer to her daughter's ear whispering,
"Meet me in the garden at midnight and I shall further the conversation". To which she leaning over close to my ear replied softly in a purr, "to what purpose should I have the audacity or interest to rouse from sleep and find my way barefoot into a dew covered chilly night?"
"And, so you know, I find your advances and suppositions rather casual and presumptively
Accusatory on the nature of my innocence."
"No, never should I or would I presume, dear!"
" I just wanted to give you a goodnight kiss and speak more
Of Mozart and how your ear Smell's of cinnamon and peach cream.".
"God ****** Brutus!".
"OK!! Allright"
"I'm drunk tired let's just get it on and go to sleep".
Jan 31, 2018
Jan 31, 2018 at 1:35 AM UTC
And
I've unbecome hinged
Came from natural
To succumb the raspy
Cry of a leaf
In the night falling
Despairingly
Against wind
Again to crash on bark
Wingless helpless
At fortune's whims;
Crying hymns not heard
Over nature's soft breeze,
Nor the whispers of the
Left behinds nor the tales of
My fellows since gone
Or a bellow not one
Of the infant bud dying,
Just mine, here: t'was not fair mine nor their
Suffering.
And I fell away
Into a sun
That melted my veins into
Dust. And I cried.
To no avail
As we all
Must.
Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 11:09 PM UTC
It may be my weakness
That I write and live
Without revisions
Or blend endlessly
My painted blue
white horizons.
It may mean I am
True or careless yet
I don't care
A bit. Just trying
To live
Honorably
Speak truth
May I someday
Make all the words
Arrange in a flow
That portrays
How a man with
Heart needs no erasures
No fan brush
Or cleaners
Just a bit of spit
To wet his finger
As he composes.
Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 5:30 PM UTC
Today
I'm only partially cloudy
Still the salty tears mingle
On my cheeks
On my face
As I look up
At the memory of that day
Of the jet planes trail
Carrying her homeward.
I wonder how can a broke man
Ever cross so many miles
Or ever get her back.
Its been holidays and weeks
A birthday coming up
Since the day we had to part
And still it's as poignant
As clear as it happened today.
Still I stand here
With that look in my eye
Dreaming of a clear sky
An airplane landing
Her and I rushing
Together fast
Warm nights
Here
Here
In dreamland
Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 4:53 PM UTC
Listen to the sparrows
Sing
Their wings
A lullabye
Try to imagine
You in my arms
Come
Stay
A while,
Love.
Jan 26, 2018
Jan 26, 2018 at 12:00 AM UTC
There, into the many,
Bouncing off walls floors
Ceilings, there
In the white hall,
Splendid marble busts
In coves all similarly
White
Alone,
Wandering the
Edges of the plaster
Grandeur
Cove tops the gilded
Gold of the frames holding
An hour of blood work
A life of toil,
A sampling
Of the fibre
Of a soul
Kept
On display
Forever
Tells
A story
Makes a foil
Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 11:28 PM UTC
I like my companions
My. Troop.
They are
The silence wise
Introspective.
I respect
An introvert.
There are deep
Things rumbling.
Thoughts and why's and
Seeds.
I stand by
Them.
Silently.
Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 9:02 PM UTC
Its a hunger
A thirst
Desire is
It's like oxygen
Or
A savage beast
Needs to be met
Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 9:14 PM UTC