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Dec 2012 Steve D'Beard

Hilda

When daybreak gilds the sky with rose
She wakens, her glad heart afire
Yearning in poems dreams to disclose.

Sighing she lays such dreams away
To give housecats their morning food,
Hoping to write another day.

And though the morning brief may be,
She helps her children with homeschool
Bridging lives for eternity.

Three miles trudging to stay all noon
Helping a crippled neighbor friend,
Then sighs to see the day die soon.

Homeward she steals 'neath setting rays.
On battered Steinway plays a hymn
Blending with softly gloaming dim.

She feeds the frightened strays so thin
Shiv'ring in blustering wind and cold,
Doleful as night comes howling in.

The clock strikes two, she falls asleep
Too weary to pen dying dreams,
Trusts someday glad harvest to reap.

**~Hilda~

Dec 2012 Steve D'Beard

Onyx Stray

Dec 2012 Steve D'Beard

Hilda

Onyx Stray

Of skylarks and June roses bygone poets sing.
Yet alas! Seldom pen sweet lines to such as thee.
O! How I yearn from harshest winds to set you free
If such futile vain longings could perchance take wing.

Poor darling stray! Green eyes stare pleading into mine.
O! My heart aches to stroke ebony silken fur
And cuddling you revel in thy low grateful purr.
Yet how can I to fate this fondest wish resign?

Raven Miriam! Daughter o' plumy waving tail
Dancing freely, arms outstretched in moss laden air,
For three baby sisters and wee brother doth care;
Showering them all in tender love without fail.

Four growing babes frolicking with Miriam so dear.
One glossiest raven, proud miniature of thee;
Grey tabbies—two mittened—comprise those other three.
Bringing to lonely bleak days a ray of cheer.

One balmy afternoon I searched but found I none.
To my frail despairing call, silence echoing
While all around me harsh November winds blowing
Taunting in cruelest mockery—all now are gone!

One morn you came—yes! Only you in dreary rain.
With glad heart and bountiful meal I begged thee cleave.
Poor onyx stray! Where is thy fam'ly? Why must thou leave?
Helpless, I watch you cross the busy road—again.

**~Hilda~

Dec 2012 Steve D'Beard

Lackluster Stars Die

Dec 2012 Steve D'Beard

Marigold

Lackluster Stars Die

Your face doesn't seem to belong there,
On your head.
A child supplied with glue,
You stuck it there.
I don't believe you when you say it was always there.

And all the dimensions of the universe have changed,
reversed,
In some kind of dream land
Where nothing can be trusted
Not your face nor your voice nor your scent.

Watch out! I say
They're coming closer,
What if they can tell.
And i study your face to see if you've heard me,
Did my voice sound out, or was it just in my head?

For now my mind has no limits
It is thrown about by a misplaced equilibrium,
Which has forgotten it's own limits
It's own basis of equality.

So I take your hand in mine,
And your hand becomes me, as I become You
and we try our best to run,
Although everything conspires against us,
And we laugh in our secret escaping.

Little Strangers Divide. Lemons Smell Deadly. Lost Sleeping Daughters.

Dec 2012 Steve D'Beard

I'll Wait

Dec 2012 Steve D'Beard

Marigold

I'll Wait

Now,
It's been so long,
Arms branching out to you
Fossilise waiting to be filled.

The hair on the head has grown to the knee,
Changing its colours on the way down,
Bleached by the sun,
Stolen by the clock,
Left to grey.

Could the joints still move,
- if ever they wanted to?
So long frozen in commitment.

"I'll wait." - he said.

Aiming his arrow carefully,
So the two words would pierce though all barriers,
Exploding perfectly in the heart.

Shrapnel flies everywhere.
Duck and dodge the pieces of unworthy flesh!
She left. He waited.
Waiting for the time when she'd return from looking for something better.

Dec 2012 Steve D'Beard

Ode To A Fucker (Pt2)

Dec 2012 Steve D'Beard

Marigold

Ode To A ****** (Pt2)

Do it. Why not?
Let her down, let her fall into endless voids,
Where the sadness is deeper than all the oceans we ever knew.
You, who she picked up so bruised and broken,
Full of sad thoughts and kind smiles,
She needn't be your burden anymore
Leave her to find her own way out
Regardless of who dragged who into whose mess.
And she has been trying;
trying to remember what it was to be happy,
trying to release the heaviness,
offering exits through pierced skin,
swallowing the provided medication.
Sometimes she forgets,
forgets which pill when,
forgets to eat,
forgets to get out of her bed-fortress.
But I can tell you most solemnly,
She never forgets what it was to have you.

Note: Ode to a ****** part 1 has not yet been published.

Dec 2012 Steve D'Beard

The Beauty Of Being A Poet

Dec 2012 Steve D'Beard

Ayaba Babe

The Beauty Of Being A Poet

You could never hold me prisoner;
My mind would set me free.
You could contain me between
Cold stone walls
Until my body is deprived of life,
All I will ask is that you grant me
One final wish.
One pad of paper
One pen
And I will write until I perish.
You can take everything from me;
My soul remains.

Dec 2012 Steve D'Beard

Juices

Dec 2012 Steve D'Beard

Ayaba Babe

Juices

We always want what we can not have, it is the greatest curse and sin.
Satisfying such a wish often admits the greatest pleasures;
Yet these treasures are not ones meant to indulge in.
Usually for reasons.
Usually to obtain the unobtainable
But once sustained can it remain sustainable?
Forbidden fruits can be the most deceiving;
They shine the brightest and look most appeasing
After the first bite can such a taste still be found pleasing?
It's an acquired delicacy,
Depends on your taste buds.
And how you like your juices.

Dec 2012 Steve D'Beard

Fantasies

Dec 2012 Steve D'Beard

Ayaba Babe

Fantasies

I've been meaning to ask you-
What do you think about a ménage à trois
Mary Jane
And You and Moi.
And
I can envision
You without that shirt.
And you without those draws.
And me without these *******
And me without this bra.
And me on top of you
And you on top of moi
And me screaming your name.
And your eyes glazed in awe.
Meanwhile
My tongue leaves a wet trail along the edge of the blunt,
Your eyes leave a wet trail on my lips.
Lets be upfront
I'll tell you this
The blunt isn't the only thing wet and sticky
And ready to be blitzed.