tom-krutilla
single, with two adult kids and a granddaughter / been at my job for 40 yrs just started writing poetry / again 4 or 5 yrs ago even found some when I took / creative writing in high school love being alive after / an illness though my poems here may not be great / the are certainly from deep in my soul. thank you david gray
YOUR SANITY
When saddness clutches your heart
and your mind knows not were to start
when every sound and touch evades
look into my eyes,I'll be your sanity
remade
If dispair brings fear and many tears
your search for truth only disapears
when every sound and touch evades
look into my eyes, I'll be your sanity
remade
Your eyes watch what your words say
to others, yet keep them at bay
you wonder if your in this life to stay
look into my eyes, I'll be your sanity
remade
The newness of the morns chattering birds
start a new beginning, melts away the hurts
hope is always in you, it never goes away
look into my eyes, I'll be your sanity
remade
Jan 18, 2020
Jan 18, 2020 at 10:15 PM UTC
I too was like you
I added up the night dreams
and totaled my silent screams
Ah but here it is, a new day
with inspired tunes
they infiltraded my head singing
the turmoil of yesterday
those were the debt already paid
I smelled the fragrance of
the long last me
and this one I shall follow
instead
Jan 11, 2020
Jan 11, 2020 at 8:30 PM UTC
Hello old friend, it's to hear
from you again
Me, I'm still mending my hearts
fences, from were this all began
Okay, so how long has it been
Let me pull out the letter, that you sent
Yes, I still kept them, a reminder
of what was then
You look tired and haggard
guess you new got old
What shall I do for you
My hearts not that bold, anymore
I wondered how long it would take
For you to realize your mistake
but like shifting sands that blow
in all directions
history can never repeat even
with corrections
Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 9:31 PM UTC
The tales of lore abound
were arrogant lies are found
measured by a length of time
subliminal messages we do find
go ahead, cast the birds
against the bees
for the rains will leave
dry, the empty seas
and the stars will not twinkle
as lovers kiss
for their hearts that beat
seem to go amiss
suspect every word
for that truth or falsehood
behind every door
are just tales of lore
then dance upon the new green
of spring
inhale the freshness that it brings
their, the slumber of arrogant lies
are found
decaying, as the newness of renewal
abound
Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 9:12 PM UTC
IF I WHISPERED YOU A MEMORY
WOULD THAT BRING A TEAR TO
YOUR EAR
AS MY BREATH CONJURES UP
CERTAIN THOUGHTS
YOU HOLD SO DEAR
AND ITS ONE MORE TIME ON THIS
MERRY-GO- ROUND RIDING THE HORSE
AND LAUGHING WITH THE CLOWNS
THIS SLOW UP AND DOWN ON THIS RIDE
WE GO ROUND AND ROUND
ABSORBING THE MUSIC
HOLDING ONTO OUR PRIME
AND WILL MY BREATH MAKE YOU WEAK
WILL I NEED TO KEEP YOU UPRIGHT
AS OUR FEELINGS DRIP DOWN THE SEWERS
OF LOVE LOST, FOREVER THIS NIGHT
FOR THIS WILL BE OUR LAST TIME
ON THIS MERRY-GO-ROUND
RIDING THE HORSE, AND LAUGHING
WITH THE CLOWNS
AS THE SLOW UP AND DOWN OF THIS RIDE
COMES TO A STOP, AS WE SLOWLY DISMOUNT
WE'LL WALK AWAY, WITHOUT MAKING A SOUND
Dec 24, 2018
Dec 24, 2018 at 7:53 PM UTC
1. be jolly with Holly
2. add another wrinkle
waiting for Kris Kringle
3. unwrap the present that
I never sent
4. have a beer with the reindeers
5. take a sleigh ride listening
to Hardrock, Coco, and JOE
SONG (GOOGLE IT)
6. catch snowflakes on my tounge
as I did when I was young
7. wanting to believe Santa ate
the cookies, but it was me
8. making snow angels in the snow
once more
9. praying for the world to live
in peace
10. Hoping that the brightest star
in the night sky
will always be my guiding light
Dec 24, 2018
Dec 24, 2018 at 7:26 PM UTC
Shall I whisper in your ear
or will that flood them with tears
will my breath conjure up
memories you held so dear
and it's one more time
on this merry-go-round
riding with the horses
and laughing with the clowns
listening to the music
thinking of our prime
shall we dance upon the sidewalks
of our memory lanes
as our feelings drip down the sewers
of love lost in vain
and it's one more time
on this merry-go-round
riding with the horses
and laughing with the clowns
listening to the music
thinking of our prime
No,I think we shall release ourselves
our magnetic energy, has lost it's attraction
we probably never added up, anyway
when you added a new one and I was the subtraction
so there will be no more riding
on this merry-go-round
nor riding with the horses
and laughing with the clowns
there is silent now, no more
music of our prime
its funny how life erodes time
Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 10:21 PM UTC
the word salad of deception they weave
and all these years our faces beam
the slogans of hopes and dreams
have left us with nothing to believe
their weathered faces crinkled smiles
hiding their history of countless lies
the charactors on the hill
the donkeys and the elephants
sure get their fill
while the slave ants
bend silent and hurried to their will
the promise is to have us
bend our knees and plea
as they smile, well'll get to your needs
yet the masses still adore
what they choose to see
their weathered faces crinkled smiles
hiding their history of countless lies
let the smoldering embers
be remembered
as a place of hope and dreams
yet she will be standing
waiting for you and our promises
that Her flame will never extinquish
as she guides you to the the promise land
Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 10:36 PM UTC
as I decend down this creaky staircase
I can see a glow of a cigarette
fresh brewed scent of coffee mixing
a window open His morning routine
though just a kid I wonder what He's thinking
probably family and work
hearing my footsteps, says good morning son
yawning. I reply, "morning Dad
I ask, " how are you today and with a chuckle
he replies " I feel good and you?
I say " I feel diferrent, I can feel what today
may bring
I don't understand" and he chuckles
the next morn, there was not a glow
from a cigarette, nor a hint
of fresh brewed coffee
only an empty chair, a closed window
and a start of my new morning
Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 7:01 PM UTC
I think I'll fall upon
My sword
Plunge it deep without
A word
Perhaps conjure up a
Whirlpool
Let it **** in everything
I knew
Or I might breathe again
Release it to the wind
Let it carry it beyond
Come gently back
Without sin
If then it leaves an inprint
On my splattered
Thoughts
I'll dab them up
Rearrange them
With my hopeful cloth
Then I'll be whole once
more
From body to spirit my
mind I can again adore
I'll paint me with colors
Each sentence I spoke
Think of days past and
forward
Be blessed that I awoke
Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 10:40 AM UTC