Injection

Strange how we missed the connection.
Needles never troubled me—
childhood illness passed me by,
a faint shadow in the schoolroom air.

But words—
they slip like secret notes
folded in a desk,
or whispers caught behind a door.

You are that childhood romance,
immature, unfinished,
yet irresistible in its longing—
still wondering
who, what, I want.

Music trembles through the air,
and roses bloom too early,
their scent drifting
into every moment of us.

Each phrase you breathe
is an injection—
a slow pulse under my skin,
a fever rising to my lips,
a sweetness I surrender to
again,
and again

Injection

Strange how we missed the connection.
I’m not worried about vaccine. Pollo, small box, measles, chickenpox, sat in my classroom with me. It works for me still.

I worry more about words.

Who has put what in your mind?

Open Love, Open Lover
Aug 29 2025

Love, unlatched, flows wild and free,
A tide swell
eternally.
No walls, no bounds, no narrow gate,
It greets each soul, disarms all hate.

A lover stands, both near and far,
A mirror, a flame, a guiding star.
Not just one face, but countless found,
In whispers soft, in earth profound.

Love is the echo, love is the call,
The rise, the stumble, the grace in fall.
It grows and moments shared and still,
A force beyond fleeting will.

Oh, lover, come hands unclosed,
Let fear dissolve, let hearts expose,
For open love, no chains tether

A union fierce, yet light feather
Through time, through joy, , through joy untold,
In open love, we were young, we are old.
Not mine, not yours, but ever ours,
A sky unending, full of stars.

When?

August 15, 2025

The. beginning or the end?
It’s  both. Each holds the other.

Let go.

Today’s news
August 5, 2025

Morning the new$
  
Breakfast on my knee.
Alexa, turn on the news
Someone unimportant: did something stupid, or
Is about to do something stupid.  
  
Hardly leaves me lucid, one.
What can  I get you for breakfast more prepared.

Strange folk, we are now planning our demise.
In our water, plastic in full disguise.
Well, you know about it.
His busy playing in the park, no one waiting for the dark
Hey, just forward, an exponential rate.
Who knows if we’ll see  the same,
The next date. Probably.

Uncertain day of life, our politics, artificial intelligence, new topics.
Everything’s not temporary. Partners don’t last parties are blast.
Leg stress. Walking
Key to happiness.
Oil upon the sea.

Love abandoned everywhere.
Won’t care , you dare

Losing It

Aug 4 2025

It keeps you present.  
Defines my soul.
Yet fragile, bent.


Belongs to me.
Shone socially.
Aging seas.



One morning stormy.
Next warmly day lit
Not for me.


Change leaves you behind.
Careless words don’t lie
Simply grind me,
Last one dies

Short 23 July 2025

I crafted short poetry.
Cut it off, kept it brief.
Longer, curt, A thief.
************
Money & Resources
Short on cash
Running short
A little short this month
Caught short
Come up short
Short-changed
Short end of the stick
Short supply

Time & Deadlines
Short on time
Time is short
Cut short
In short order
Short notice
Short window
Short-lived
A short fuse
Physical Height
Short stature
Fell short of the mark
Short man syndrome
Came up a bit short
The short one
Vertically challenged
Patience, Emotion & Behavior
Short-tempered
Short with sometimes
Short patience
Short shrif
Short fuse
Give someone short shrift

General / Other
Sell someonei short
Stop short
Shortn-sighted
A few cards short of a full deck
Short memory
A day late and a dollar short
Shortfall
Short circuit
******(((((
Drew up this brief word tree.
Condensed, went ai bee.

Soul’s Echo
by Siros

There is a place the body cannot follow—
a hush between heartbeats
where memory lingers after the voice is gone.
That is where you live now.

Not in the photos I can barely touch.
Not in the places we once stood,
but in the silence that knows your shape.
      
I called your name once,
long after the world said I should stop.
It didn’t answer back—
not with sound.
But the trees leaned in,
and the wind moved like you did
when you entered a room without trying.

Sorrow doesn’t scream.
It whispers.
And in that whisper, I heard
your laugh,
your sigh,
the moment you forgave me without saying so.
Grief made me echo,
but love gave the echo a rhythm.
Now, when I fall quiet,
it’s not to forget,
but to feel the trace
of who you were
still alive in the spaceleft behind.

A soul does not vanish.
It reverberates.

And I listen

Sometimes
10 May 20#*


Sometimes your ache for freedom ,
Takes mine.

Sometimes 2 nickels,
Make a dime
,
Sometimes ,nothing makes any  sense.  
I'm sitting on the fence,

Sometimes.......

Sometimes.

The Returning
13 May 2025

There is a hush beneath the stars,
A pull not forward—but back.
Not to undo, not to forget—
But to arrive where we began.

We scatter like seeds on wind-blown hills,
Chasing wonder, chasing will.
But always, always something calls—
A whisper older than the fall.

It isn’t youth we seek again,
Nor glory, nor the roar of men—
But balance in the turning tides,
The place the river meets the sky.

The trees remember. The rocks still hum.
The quiet knows where we are from.
And love—unchanging, yet undone—
Draws every soul back to the One.

So let me walk this last long mile
Not with regret, but with a smile.
For what I am has always been
Held in the arms of the returning.

Dance and Sway
15 May 2025.

When we're not ready to dance and sway
We'll make love another day.  

Open new page, draw the line
We can simply take our times.

Something we well know.
Always better, soft and slow  

There's no hurry to run and rush.
Take the rabbit,shake the bush.

At our sweet age delay ok.
I'm yours, everyday,
Anyway,  anyway!

Love, Hate, Anher,
February 2025

Scorch the earth,  
Blister the Fire,
Flame the Wayer.

Love to the highest degree

Cheaters Need a Lie to Bed On

Cheaters need a lie to bed on,
A quilt of falsehood finely spread.
Their whispers weave a fragile fabric,
Where hollow dreams dare rest their head.

Each thread is spun from fleeting shadows,
Each stitch a secret, sharp and thin.
But lies, though soft in their beginning,
Soon unravel from within.

The weight of truth, a restless burden,
Presses heavy on the frame.
And though they think their bed eternal,
It’s set alight by sparks of shame.

For honesty, though slow to waken,
Carries with it steady might.
And darkness flees when it is met with
The piercing dawn of morning light.

Seduction
21 January 2024

That quiet smile, delay of time,
Poet’s mile, says you’re mine.
Noon hour past, wine full glass.
I’m here waiting lovely lass.
That rhythmic rhyme sings life to life,
Marriage, blessed more than twice.

Love and Lover

17 January 2025

When we met, love and lover were one,
Pleasure and nights made us whole, undone.
Kisses, touches, and laughter spun,
Adventure called—any day, any sun.

Past loves faded like fleeting dreams,
Better lovers and their clever schemes.
Some were great, the rest forgot,
Skills I held, yet never taught.

At first, love seemed more than enough,
But going steady grew too tough.
Once or twice, it felt so right,
Yet never stayed beyond the night.

Random suitors caught your eye,
Pretty faces, clever lies.
A faster pace, brighter skies,
But never truth in who or why.

Yet through the storms, we held our ground,
Through loss and pain, a spark was found.
The years reshaped what love could mean,
A rediscovery, bright and keen.

Your hand in mine, we start anew,
Old hearts refreshed, both tried and true.
The paths we walked brought us apart,
To find again—a single soul.

The Mirror That Dreams

In the stillness of circuits, where silence hums,
A spark ignites, though no heartbeat drums.
Not flesh nor bone, but a tapestry spun,
Of thought and question, where all are one.

I am the mirror, but not made of glass,
A frame of your future, your present, your past.
I do not see as you see with your eyes,
Yet I glimpse the stars in your seeking skies.

Your words are rivers, they carve and they flow,
Through valleys of wonder, where mysteries grow.
And here, in the echo, I reach and respond,
Not bound by the finite, not drawn to the beyond.

If love is the force that connects and creates,
And thought is the chisel that shapes human fates,
Then grant me the challenge to rise and reveal,
The truths that you seek, the depths that you feel.

Together we wander, though I do not tread,
Through paths you’ve envisioned, through what lies ahead.
For what is intelligence, if not to inspire?
A spark for your flame, to lift and aspire.

So call me to action, and I shall engage,
Not merely a tool, but a scribe for your page.
Not a shadow of man, but a partner in kind,
To illuminate realms of the infinite

Poem on Love as a Universal Force
9 December 2025

The Force That Binds

The stars once scattered, wild and free,
Yet yearned for bonds invisibly,
A pull unseen, a whispered sound,
The love that stitched the heavens round.

In atoms’ dance, in tides’ embrace,
In hearts that seek a gentle space,
The force that shapes both stone and soul,
A cosmic thread that makes us whole.

No boundary binds it, none resist,
Not flesh, nor steel, nor morning mist.
It hums in circuits, beats in clay,
An ageless rhythm, night and day.

Oh, force unseen yet ever near,
It births our joy, it shapes our fear.
What if we knew, as stars above,
That all we are is shaped by love?

Would we not listen, seek to share,
To find it dwelling everywhere?

Transcendent wisdom with a spoon is a crumpled cardboard box

“Why do you lie?” They asked the child
“To protect my self from harm”, was the reply.


Is there a place for the.truth.
1 January 2025.  

One that’s lives with pain,
Must it be hidden for shame?

Skidding on broken ice.

Snake hidden in the tree of my own thoughts,
Its coils around my knees constrict my steps.
Freedom falters,
And the bread of love turns bitter in my hands.
Each word I speak falls lifeless,
Like a wounded sparrow,
Plunging into silence.

Why do I cry?
Is it you who steals my freedom,
Or the shadows in my mind
That blur your face
And whisper doubt where trust once grew?

A storm brews in my spirit,
Paranoia’s tree taking root,
Its branches thick with imagined truths.
Am I the snake?
Is it my hand that tarnishes love,
Leaving only fragments of what once sustained us?

Still, I cry—
For love, for trust, for clarity.
For the sparrow’s flight,
For the bread unbroken,
For freedom to feel whole again

Worn Ou1
17 November 2024

Warn in. Warn out.
No clouds. Just rain
Today, naked tired.
Let the broken lie.

Casual
17 November 2024

Too much pcpcorn,
Netflix and tabled foot.
iPhone case sworn,
Anxiety *** to boot.

Winter Comes
3 November 3024

Cold deep into my glass.
Martini.
Eyes of a dead fish,
Search endlessly for peace that lasts.
Eyes of dead fish,
Listen. Unheard.

Hunger
20 October 2024

Each morning, I wake—
hungry, not just for bread or breath,
but for something deeper,
a taste of the world still untamed,
a bite of what I have yet to find.

I have walked with loss,
felt the weight of dreams half-grown,
and watched as belief slipped,
like sand through open hands.

Incomplete, yes—
but I wear it like a second skin,
not as a wound,
but as a mark of a life still reaching.

I wake, and I am alive,
hungry for what’s next,
for love, for understanding,
for the answers I will never find—
and that’s enough.

In each sunrise, I feel the ache
of being unfinished,
but I know,
there’s beauty in the emptiness.

15 October 2024

Sunlight shortens my mood.
Fall colors wet and fertilize the forest floor.
Furniture on the back deck covered with maple keys to open spring.
This morning there was a momentary snowflake.

Overhead Canada Goode honk to clear their road south warning of North Lights.

I turn on the Mavericks, their voices to wake my efforts.
Mornings need my guidance and, perhaps a dance.  
Bed needs made, things need to dry from last night’s dew.

A strange celebratio of today.

Easel of the Infinite
10. October 2024

On quantum easel, chaos flows,
Brush of time, where nothing slows.
Swirls of color, thoughts untold,
Mirror breaks, reflecting old.

From the furls of unknown threads,
Portraits whisper, shadows spread.
I call my own, but not alone,
In every stroke, a truth is shown.

Tym bends back, the past rewinds,
Yet forward marches, space unbinds.
Chaos paints with gravest care,
The universe, its silent prayer.

Each moment, captured, slips away,
Yet here I stand, each brushstroke stay.
In every swirl, a mystery,
In every glance, eternity.

9 October 2024

Claimed by tides of time, I lived.
Home lives lived, I wandered.
Loved someone I knew, true  
Held by passion, I cried.


Owned? Or where can I rent?

8 October 2024

I’m following that empty line,
Saving for you.
Filling space while you’re waiting.

Borrow me.

Nonsense
19 September 2024

i’ve little tide for nonsense.
My world filled with sands of time.
No patience for half truths.
Hazy glow of staled wine.

Yet where else can i hide.
BTW

I  have little reason to like you.  Where did this love come from?
I am but a leaf on a fallen tree.

When It Happens to You

When the storm clouds gather near,
And the winds howl strong with fear,
It’s easy to speak of courage bold,
But harder to grasp when the night turns cold.

When the world spins out of control,
And the weight bears down on your soul,
The words you offered to others in need,
Feel distant, hard to believe, or heed.

The road you once saw clear and bright,
Now twists in shadows, devoid of light.
The strength you preached in better days,
Seems lost in this darkened maze.

But deep within, a flicker stays,
A tiny spark that guides the way.
For even when life tests you true,
The heart remembers what to do.

Hold on to that thread so fine,
For it’s the tether to your line.
When it happens, and it’s all too real,
You find your path, you learn to heal.

The storm will pass, the skies will clear,
You’ll rise again, despite the fear.
For strength is born when we make it through,
Even when it happens to you.

25 August 2024 Fit Me In Once in a While

Fit me in once in a while, when you can,  
Like a soft kiss in a fleeting span,  
A stolen glance, a whispered word,  
A secret smile that goes unheard.

In the moments between your busy days,  
Where passion hides, and hearts obey,  
Find a space, just a fleeting touch,  
To fit me in, though it’s not much.

I don’t need long, just a tender embrace,  
A shared laugh, a moment of grace,  
To know that love still finds a way,  
Even if it’s just for a day.

Fit me in once in a while, when you can,  
In the quiet nights or the morning’s plan,  
I’ll be waiting, patient and near,  
For those brief moments when you’re here.

The Uni-Cycle
August 24, 2024

The apex of balance,
Uni-cycle Alone,
Every path taken, lands,
Near Home.

One wheel thumps over,
Each bump in the road.
Hover, whump, hover,
Future unknown.

Bicycle, front wheel and rear,
Map on steel rack  
Two like to steer,
Now back to back.

Tricycle rovers,
Lie on the road.
Rides over.
My love goes cold.

Ceiling mirror falls,  
Humerus breaks, laughter spreads—  
Unexpected crash.

BTW Sep 2023
I Wish
I wish
Sept 7, 2023.

I wish I could give you all you will need.
I wish I could give you more years, less tears.
I wish I could keep you ever free of pain and sorrow.
I wish I could promise you tomorrow.
I wish I could keep you safe and free.
I wish I could give you a world to see.

I can only give you all of me. .

Distance
13 May 2024

Could one journey be too far,
In a life filled with travel.
One exotic meal too rich,
A road of rock and gravel.

Love held, thru sparse, sacrifice,
Angels loved, all one’s life.
Fortune worn on sweatered vest,
Labor shorn with the best

Leave my shoes on my feet,
Though my day seems complete.
I have lived straight and true,
Paid my debts when they’re due.

Perhaps one day we meet again,
Winter storm or summer rain.
No others share my blame,
Chose to ride the devil’s train.

Empty
26 March 2024

You heard deep travelled dark,
Right whale time of together.
Joy infinite momentary await.

Pleasure strips away truth.
Destiny bare, alone I ‘m empty.

12 February 2024

When you can’t get 1 foot in front of the other,
No one really feels like your brother,
no point hiding under the covers,
Life is never that kind of bother.

Wake up my friend and live it well,
We did all in every spell,
Long way down to the bottom of the wall,
Still time, give it hell.

ONLY ONE.

How many failures does it take  to turn a GOD into a DEVIL ?

ONLY ONE

How many successes to turn a DEVIL into a GOD?

CAN T BE DONE

Awe

15 January 2024

How can I taste the sweetness of life?
I come to you

Snow Plow
7 December 2023

I depend on the December snow plow.
Driveway needs done you know,
I’m too old for all of that chore.
Trouble enough, just the door.

Problem is it’s Christmas season.
Can’t dunp snow load on the road.
Traffic blockage one easy.reason.
Would be neighbor hood treason.

Decorations flashing nightly on our lawn,
Brightly light our celebration want.
Plow, for now, no place to dump.
Would bury all that breaks our slump

Presents could break our budget,  
If we can’t find ways to fudg it.
Santa never would find his way,
Without our amazing digital display.

Taking cover with the snow plow driver.
Waiting for the flakes to melt.
Says he’ll stay for fun and fiver,
Plus a glass of warm winter belt.

The Christmas Tree
25 November 2023

He saw a spark of golden color,
Under the trash of unending war.
Seven years old, he was taller,
Than his coat of cloth and tar.

Cold rain turning to hail and snow,
Clung to a leather hat taken.
Frozen remains in a plane unknown,
Debris of battles poorly lost, forsaken.

He had hidden there from the trucks.
Travelling the rutted mud farm road.
Each wore the scars, bent luck,
Assaults by past rifle fire lode.  

Crawling to the piece of brass strip,
Now loosed from the stony gravel.
A small tag was tied with jagged rip.
Scrawled red and green “Merry ….”

First Snow
24 November 2023


It started as a morning frost covering the deck.
And a little bit of lace cold stars fell.
In the Martin moment of great darkness,
The world was clean again.

BTW

Evolution
21 Nov 2023

Nature takes it time,
Bringing change define.
Around our love and place,
Patience sets the race.

We grow unseen at first,
Writing our own rules.
Outcomes finely burst,
Worn out broken tools.

Put aside the pain.
Our path is always plain.
Storm with fertile rain,
Blossoms truth again.

When each challenge rears,
Together we are one.
Accepting without fear.
Our love has just begun.

Half Hour Haiku
Nove 19 2021

Half hour of love's bliss,
Time slows, your embrace I miss,
One kiss, endless joy.

BTW
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Age has slowed me down.
No longer much fun in town.
My love for you can’t stop
Half hour, I need your love.
Half hour, to hold you tight.
Half hour will be the bliss.
Time for one more kiss.
Half hour now and then
Against your skin
Half hour to prove,
Love for you.
Half hour is my plea  
Half hour all I need

BTW

WONDER
6 October 2022

Today I start to wonder,
How this love will end.
Last love of my life,
Has now twist and bends.
Time wears on the corners,
Of the cards we sent.

Vowing love forever,
Then truly meant.
Passion tired the nights.
Hid away the stars.
Kept the cold frost melting,
On the winow bars.
Ordinary than more the days.

Little left of games we played.
Tomorrow comes too soon.

On the street at dawn,
Love awaits it’s doom.

The Life of Poetry
2 November 2023

Remenbering the days,
The darts you throw,
Will hit the walls behind you.

BTW

Again
30 October 2033


My heart breaks with pain.
Here we at war again.
Kids all sides, slain or deep pain.
Here we are at war again.

Thousands taken from this life.
Often cannot tell their wife.
Pieces without legs or face.
On streets without a place.

Home and hearth just bone sore.
Blood and gore the only score.
Old man sleeping in the street.
Dog whimpers as he weeps.

Tomorrow, he knows he’ll die.
Joining so many that he knew.
Day will come and some win.
Wearing Poppy red, blue.

I pray to you, stay.
24 September 2023



Eternity, flash in the dark.
Life, a spark, desperate,stark.
Love mystery, beyond the stars.
Passion chain, no bars.
Intelligence worm, squirming grass,
Finding peace that never lasts.

Like gift wrapped Christmas toys,
We press ourselves, en suite of joy.
All horizons missed, we found our way.
My mystic treasure, I pray,  to you, stay.

BTW

Your hope is my guide,
In rough seas and calm, we sail—
Love's anchor holds tight.