with you
standing on my heart
*
looking out the window
*
shaking your head
*
worrying about tomorrows
*
unwilling to say yes
*
How can I show you how much I love you
if
remembering past
disappointments
won’t let you step into me
*
I can only show you that I love you
if you’ll just look into
my eyes
*
Let my soul
introduce you to how much
I care
*
Let me lay down
before you
as the bridge
to happiness calls
cross over into
our
everlasting love
Jon Von Erb
6/2020
Jun 25, 2020
Jun 25, 2020 at 9:13 PM UTC
We,
caught in the tangles
of a once-thoughtful mind,
all too much in
‘Bogged-down’
mode to ‘let it go’!
We suffer, wait,
ask
when will we be free,
liberated,
let loose to give
our festival of words,
parade of thoughts
to the world?
Other minds,
need our guidance,
our wisdom!
Oh, frustration!
Oh, drat!
Desperate ideas
send sour to his stomach,
burn to lungs;
that have rested far too long.
Grumbles the hears
and, how he squirms!
Yet, messages fail!
until……
Of a sudden, a miracle,
a jolt really,
the pen is lifted -
we hold our breaths!
as…
Liberation begins!
Jon Von Erb
6/2020
Jun 25, 2020
Jun 25, 2020 at 9:11 PM UTC
I believe the entire country is held under a blanket of depression.
The very fiber of our 2020 existence is strained to the max. Bindings
that held us in safety and warmth for so long are now threadbare.
Deceitful lies have vomited on the wooly confidence that we trusted in to allow us to keep concentrating on work, home, family.
Through our own complacency, we have allowed dark spots to stain the thermal protection our government once provided. Those who we thought upheld law and order in the folds of our neighborhoods have torn away our confidence, our trust, leaving racist lesions, tattered cloth we once took for granted. Presidential Incompetence has jeopardized our jobs, our hope for better education, healthcare, even the ability to walk freely down the street
Yes, depression has cloaked our soul and put away our hope
and our faith from covering ourselves, our children, and even our respect. We must double knit efforts to overthrow the oppression that has left us naked in the midst of a corrupt and entitled government. We must adorn our shawls of courage and stand up for what we have always cherished. Toss off spoiled and raggedy holdings and replace them with a diversely woven fabric that will carry us forward to a free and prosperous unity once again.
Jon Von Erb
6/2020
Jun 23, 2020
Jun 23, 2020 at 3:24 PM UTC
Hearing Brahms’ lullaby
wraps moms’ voice
around my shoulders;
her cozy caress, once again!
Memory-visions of her
statuesque, dignity on stage;
bring, ‘Down the house’ recall;
past applause and a tear!
And, Oh, her
sweet banana puddin’
hot over vanilla wafers
moms’ fragrance in the kitchen
lovin’ us at home.
And, ‘when on the road’
those tender-scented notes;
penmanship touching hearts,
longing for her return!
Jon Von Erb
5/2020
Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 5:03 PM UTC
wondering through
the wonderland of your new spirit
snatching bits of heart and soul
my love catches star-points
that sparkle in your eyes
I stroll among your dawns
soar through the cobalt of your skies
turn your clouds of misty grey
into understanding adventure
and
I stumble oh so humble
into your nights
here as I watch you slumber
it’s been a while
since I have become wrapped
in the tender moments
of a newfound love
held within your private aura
my love begs to cuddle you
bask in the breath
of your wonder
Jon Von Erb
6/2020
Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 5:00 PM UTC
You know,
they are all fab and fuzzy one moment;
flat-gone the next.
Wonder where part of your heart went?
Is part of your soul feeling tarnished?
Promises, they are full of them.
Ideas, fantasy-lovers, so intriguing;
feel like a puppet, a robot,
like you’ve been ridden;
a nouveau vacuum cleaner
suddenly replaced?
Some folks call them fickle,
others two-timers - me,
I call them slippers!
They try you on,
wear you out
and
before you get a chance
to be worn out,
they just slip away
leaving cold and bare!
**** slippers!
Jon Von Erb
6/2020
Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 4:56 PM UTC
we are
the trickle
of life's’ struggles
*
eased
by the floating plumeria
of mankind's
*
understanding
Jon Von Erb
6/2020
Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 4:54 PM UTC
I envision my brother and me
at frolic once again
in the sweat-heat of New Orleans
across the cobblestones from our boyhood home,
splintered now by humid time,
its memories staring back!
White-tipped mockingbirds
tease and zip about;
impetuous as we were back then;
moms’ care flourished with her birds.
Inside,
the walls whisper dilapidation’s secrets;
spiders web above the doors.
Sounds of childhood rivalry,
long quite now, rustle still.
Warped windows invite streams of steamy light;
white sheets on the line.
Brother Bill
lived hard but, short
ignoring the raves of women, drink, cigars;
departed in the middle of our years
quite alone!
I was afraid
he wouldn’t be here this trip back;
fading memory lost on summer’s swelter
but,
I feel he is,
yes,
“Bill, I’m so glad you’re here!”
Jon Von Erb
6/2020
Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 4:52 PM UTC
Wreathed in cherry blossoms and
covered with a cloak of promises,
I search my word-withered mind
for a catchy poetic title to entice.
Marooned names scattered amongst
the catacombs of a dizzy literary mutt;
I believe are in need of a dusting.
Ah yes, dusting and cleaning is a must!
‘Sublime gifts transcend the artist’,
this we all know but, what if the gift fails,
gets caught in the cortex, mucked down?
Then where is a poet to turn to, I ask?
Wrinkling the silky fabric of confusion
my mind and his thoughts seem to be stuck;
perhaps a bit of expert ironing is in order!
I’ll see if Ms. Ironing is up for the task!
Jon Von Erb
6/2020
Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 4:50 PM UTC
the morning mist blew me a kiss
luckily I caught it in my smile
and saved for a Mr. or a Miss
for later as I travel mile for mile
a healthy garden bid me ‘Good Day’
with its’ bees and flowers winking
thankfulness encircled me like a lei
perfume that inspired me thinking
white clouds pranced through blue skies
a marching band as in a fluffy parade
a day like today triggered such great highs
all alone I sing and walk to life’s serenade
Jon Von Erb
6/2020
Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 4:46 PM UTC