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Every time I see
Those words
They make me smile

Last night I laughed out loud
My wife even asked me
What's so funny

And I barely know how
To answer the question,
It's just those words!

They bring up so many images
So many special memories
It all feels like some Shakespearean play

And I must be the fool
Because I laugh along
Even though I know it's no game

I see people are dying
But I still can't help the feeling
That the universe is playing...

A practical joke
On us?
Is that possible?
The Donald
called me in for a consultation,

lean in,” he suggested, with nearly closed eyes,

“see the youthful optimistic predecessor,
the conqueror, who could not be defeated,
his thin images within still resides

the man of firm voice who when he spoke
above the rabble, all fell silent, and when he looked,
all could share his visionary insights and did not hesitate,
saying, we will do and we will listen,
but to follow, just did, wrapped
in your confidence

I want that boy back, smooth skinned, fearless,
do not return him till the shadows have dissipated,
the bruised lines of worry have evaporated,
the hands look unscathed, then raise them in
self-supplication, demanding satisfaction,
then in success, born overhead, marking appreciation,

let us adventure forth, straightening tilting windmills,
punishing renegades and dragons fearful,
saving damsels who waited just for our arrival,
shedding courage upon those who watch us,
cheering and being cheerful

here is your mighty pen,
cut sharp the poems out from the within,
read them slow, winding to now crooked old friends,
who remember everything dear, their youth of no fear,
the best of past, dreaming poems, mist born, fog vapor gone,
of black and waiting white, worthy words all revived

return to me in blazes,
sumptuous colors of derring-do,
I need that child brave, for perhaps
you have not noticed my flaking slivering skin,
the expanding cracks that cross my images,
just like you!

I need you to rebirth you,
I need you to rebirth me!

8/16/19 reflections from a blue glacier
Verse 1:
I'm tak i i ing
Long walks to clear
My he ea ea ead

I can't get
Enough of that
Re e e ed

I crumble
I fall with
With the leaves
Right next to me

I'm pray i i ing
For love from a cousin
Whose de ea ea ed

He hung up
But he's still in
My he e ea ea ed

I can't help
But hear him
As the leaves fall
Right next to me

Chorus:
I know it might sound scary
But the fear don't make it go away
I can't pretend I don't
Hear him in my brain

Chorus:
I've been dreaming of ghosts
My darling
(Boo-Who)
I might be haunted the most
I'm falling
(ooh-ooh)

But can't you feel
There's something
In this Autumn Air?

Ghosts,
I've been dreaming of
Ghosts...

Verse 2:
I've got the
Radio on to drown out
The noise

In my head
I get lost in
The void

You can
Call me crazy
Call me abuffoon

But I keep
Hearing my name
Called out from the moon

Chorus:
I know it might sound scary
But the fear don't make it go away
I can't pretend I don't
Hear him in my brain

I've been dreaming of ghosts
My darling
Boo-Who
I might be haunted the most
I'm falling

But can't you feel
There's something
In this Autumn Air?

Ghosts,
I've been dreaming of
Ghosts...
How can you contain a storm
Because I've tried all these years
I've deprived myself of all things
Just to keep my mind clear
It seems like it's getting worse
I can't help but be frozen with fear
I just wanted to build a snowman
But I have to miss it every year
For once I want to let go
Of these gloves, my mental chains
If I suppress it, it only grows
I don't want to hurt her again
I'm afraid of keeping this coldness inside
That it will stay and freeze my heart too
Alone and afraid, trying to maintain this lie
When was the last time I said anything true?
I'm afraid of myself most of all
How can I fit in this society?
When I cannot be who I am
Without remorse, rejection and anxiety
I'm afraid the longer I'm away from her
I'll lose my last bit of warmth
That I will soon be cold-hearted
Then I will never stop the storm
Stop fighting against
The brightening light
Surrender all to love

©  2019 Jim Davis
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