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BTW Jul 2021
Regrets (Haiku)
12 July 2021.

Betting long chances,
Risking the joy of each day.
Do you want to play?

(Would you like to stay?)
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Hounds of hell tear bars,
Holding devils imprisoned.
Slabs of concrete, steel, start falling,
Ripping apart souls of stars.
Dreams laid broken tokens.
Scarred.

Time, salt of earth, sand, unbound,
Crushing streams of broken sound.
Cacophony of neglect.
Year of regret.
BTW Jul 2021
Wakening Ten
10 July 2021

Special day of 10 still free.
You are here in love with me.
Journey we will each day take,
Waiting as you my love wake.
Filled with love, we found our way.
Never lost our memory day.
How do I live life with you?
Ten gifts you bring my truth.
Beauty, gentle, empath, youth.
Sweet days, love maze, humor wiles,
Loving smile in handheld miles.
Tradition holding with our pen.
Two ten wakens me again.
BTW Jul 2021
Precious Days

7 July 2021

Forever was so far away.
Youth a blur, frozen day.
Life would ever last.
Future yet sweet uncast. .

I knew the path I walked.
Held the promise duty locked
Love was always near.
Loss unknown quickly teared.

Heard the cry of loons at dawn.
Squirrels racing every lawn.
Sunsets, eves of scarlet yawn. .
Morns, excited passioned dawns.

Children with their warm embrace.
Partner with a loving grace.
Years that quickly slipped away.
Kindren grown, on their way.

Successes life gifted me.
Acorns fell from every tree.
Newest quests raised desire.
Life set full afire.

Embers-of golden glow.
Graying airs began to show.
Changed to a simpler pace.
Watched other start their race.

Felt the wins of kindness last.
Swelled the winds of times now past.
Habits soon began to age.
Now lived another page.

Marked the cake at 83.
Candles lit on rolling seas.
Lovely woman married me.
Her care keeps me free.

As I near the end of time,
Solace lives in simple rhyme.
Lost so many to heaven’s door.
Tallying how I might score.

Cherish those precious days.
Albums, records, others say.
Grateful for memories found.
Love that keeps me still sround.
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Spirits
6 July 2021

Lifted from ways of worldly life,
Below tension’s daily strife,
Peace in isolation, selfless care.
Moments world fully aware.
Lone connection eternal love,
Not down, not here – not above.
You been there times before,
Somehow, something, closed the door.
So many struggling hurt and pain,
To find a place to be again.
Spirit waits to show the way.
We won’t waste another precious day.
BTW Jul 2021
More than words can say
5 July 2021

I will hold your hand.
You will never be asked to let go.
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5 in the morning
4 July 2021

She’s still in bed, sleeping hard night,
On her computer, straining her sight.
Shopping internet for a port side mirror.
Sleeping peaceful, I won’t stir her.

I have music blaring, saucy and bright.
Tango, salsa, waltzing light.
Love my mornings, sunrise in sight.

Redecorated my room, like la fishing boat.
Picture bathroom wall, anxious to float.
Years held its wooden side, bright colors short and wide.
Cod and salmon, no place to hide.

Would love to see him, dripping raincoat and hat,
Net in hand, firm, like a baseball bat.
Wonder how long each day he sat.
Would love to see him, just like that.

Whisker and glasses on his chin and nose,
Overalls, boots, plaid shirt clothed.
Found this gem in the garden store,
Long way from that Maritime shore.

Decorating missed a spot or two,
Lights still hanging, love it, will do.
Threw out the brushes, rollers too.
Toilet leaked, but now it’s fixed,
Ready for that old man’s trick.

Shelves ready to fill with my junk,
Tools back in the garage, big thump.
Looking for a light over the tub.
Broke the one was most night’s hub.
Soap, warm water, there I lazed,
Loved those nights, and simple days.
“Rub a dub rub”, poem says.

This morning, awake and vigored,
No hangover from last night’s liquor.
Guitar strumming on my mobile phone.
5 in the morning, dancing at home.
Rowing my boat like a sailor, alone.
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