The poet's plight, to write
an ode, replete with sweet
nothings, that might delight
a lover's feet to meet
at night; the promised sight,
so neat and so complete!

A playful beat, complete
with airs so bright, I write
for her; how right! The sight
of her a treat, so sweet
and so much heat! We meet,
dancing tight, such delight!

A kite may know delight
above the street, complete
with string and sheet that meet
the wind; tonight I'd write
a suite of kites! My sweet,
quite lovely is thy sight!

Oh wistful wight, to sight
thy sprite, is sheer delight!
I cannot eat, my sweet,
tongue tied to bleat! Complete
outright the song I write,
the feat of how we meet!

We turn to greet, and meet
in flight, the wondrous sight
of doves! "Alight!" I write,
and they ignite! Delight
fades with their tweet; complete
shock! UNDO! DELETE! Sweet!

How fleet our tale my sweet!
Our low-flung ***** must meet
defeat, our tune complete!
I'll recite oft' thy sight,
and cite oft' thy delight,
in ev'ry height i write!

Poetry is a dance
Of woven words
Crafted from the intricate print
Of memory.
Like that of a widow's woven art,
Patterns unveil the melodies
Of our hearts.

Then may we indulge in the fabric
Of love,
And dance upon fair dewdrops.
May we spin the initial swirls
Of sweet silk,
Beneath the shimmer
Of the resplendent moon.

Till the thread coarsens at a core
Of wearied entanglements.
The ghost of silk glows far away
Haunting the distant margins
Of our memories.

Scorch this knot
Of coarse wire,
Lest the dance of rhetoric will cease,
The fine fabric of love will sever,
The melodies in our hearts will mute.
Burn this knot. Blaze it with
the endurance
Of timeworn love.

The dance beckons its final stage,
Where we ignite the warmth
Of familiar eyes,
Lure them into a new dance
Of wordplay.

We are all but weavers
Spinning satin spheres
Dancing in discourse
To the symphony
Of our hearts.

I hold on tight, until I smell her perfect stench drag across my unkept upper lip. She always makes my day better, when she, waits for me to make my mind up. I sometimes take her for granted, but she knows I'm loyal. You see, we have a good thing going, like mrs. Jones; she understands me. I wasn't always loyal to her, sometimes I would run the streets loud enough for her to recognize the cadence of my foot steps. I played games with her heart, only to be caught off-guard by her beauty, which shines bright reflecting light off of my review mirror. I'm a better man these days, we serenade each other until she eventually gives up. I great my morning with a hello, because I use to sleep through you. I was embarrassed to let you see me draped in garments from that night before I started to love you. I enjoy you morning. We share coffee on the porch like lovers. I read books instead of drunk message, while you embrace me with your wonder. I must say I love my mornings the right way.

Such beauty
Whatever lies beneath it
You don't want to know

your words
a wondrous pipe
a windy weapon
of pure persuasion

how they manage
to uncoil me
thoughtlessly
tantalized in your tune

moony-eyed fakir
you flout me
with your fairy flute

You think
I am only just
mesmerised

but when
I ****** my gaze
forward at you

I mean to ensnare
your soul
the way your silver tongue
has poisoned

mine.

Forgive me, dear mother,
For I am dead.
Inside and out.
I can't feel the pyre,
Or the cold grave.

Forgive me, dear father,
This is the day you dread.
I know this is not how it works
I am tired.
You'll just have to wait.

Forgive me, dear brother,
I know you've left.
You have your own
Disasters to live,
I wont be another day.

Forgive me, dear friend,
It is you I've bothered
Every time I was smothered
By the thoughts in my head.
Freedom is on its way.

Forgive me, dear lover,
For I put the noose
around your neck,
Every time I felt dead.
I have to set you free, let you stay.

Forgive me, dear stranger,
You don't need to read this,
I will be gone,
None of this will matter.
You will see a better day.

It's very unlikely
Could be deadly

How those paper with faces of the dead
Could manipulate or fill us with dread

I don't care about what the signs show
I am never letting you go
In every city and every town
I am never letting you down
'Cause whatever it is that they say
I'm never going to walk away
oh but I can't help but see
That you're the only one good enough for me.