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 Aug 2016 B L Costello
Stephan
.
I wrote her a poem
then watched for her smile,
hoping that one I would see

I gazed on her features
just hoping to find,
a grin right there showing for me

She read a few lines
but nothing much changed,
a standard expression she wore

I poured out my heart
in this poem today,
it says she’s the one I adore

It told of this love
that I have in my heart,
to her it would always be true

Still it’s the same,
her face as she read,
I’m not sure what else I should do

When now as she finished
she looked up at me,
a tear seemed to form in her eye

And then she kissed me,
so soft on the lips,
and breathed an affectionate sigh

She said that she loved it
each line that I wrote,
penned in a beautiful style

Then sighed once again
and now I can say,
in the end it was me who did smile
Ok, I know, not one of my best. But I got the title stuck in my head and had to do something with it. I thought it was a cute play on words.
 Aug 2016 B L Costello
Stephan
.

Dear Patient,

Here’s the prescription
I promised to write
Just like any doctor might do

An extended leave
A southern location
A room with a beautiful view

A candlelit dinner
Moonlight and roses
A bottle of chilled chardonnay

Romantic music
Soft summer kisses
Sending your worries away

The one of your dreams
An evening together
Love on a warm summer night

A sunrise good morning
Breakfast in bed
Satin sheets woven in white

A day in the sun
Drinks on the river
Affectionate moments for two


Take all you need
There’s no expiration
Unlimited refills for you

Signed,
Your Poetic Physician
 Aug 2016 B L Costello
Stephan
.

She watched as the poor stood at the back of a truck and
received their portion of rice
and thought,
now that’s nice

Then gazed as the middle class pulled up to a window
and were handed burgers, fries and shakes
and thought,
that’s all it takes

She then smiled as a white gloved, tuxedo wearing
handsome young man presented her with
roasted duck with pork and lentils,
macaroni and brie with crab, mushroom risotto with peas
and pomegranate pavlova with pistachios and honey
becoming a happy observer
and thought,
it’s so nice to have a private server
Just a joke. :)
 Aug 2016 B L Costello
Stephan
.

That barren branch
high above this desolate space
Crooked shade designs on a dying earth,
bent and twisted of past sunlight’s reach
Naked to the green-less world
Rough hewed collections
of ant trail pathways
and rot of all that was good

Once filled with life, happy on the breeze
Summer fashions of leaf pattern wishes
Vistas of blissful post card greetings
Bearing fruit of friendlier times


Now rests in solitude’s wicked grip
Knotted and splintered bark winding
to a fool's ending in winter’s calling
Cold fingers on gray-cast skylines
dying of desperate missing,
fading into a bleak sunset
Disappearing somewhere beyond the dark,
that barren branch – me
 Aug 2016 B L Costello
Stephan

I felt the weight of the world
upon my shoulders today
and with just three little words
she lifted it off of me
and didn’t even break a sweat
 Aug 2016 B L Costello
Stephan
.

I asked the sun to shine on me,
“Maybe tomorrow, I’m busy right now,”
it answered in clouded chuckles,
spitting on me in dampened drips, then
screaming at me in thunderbolt rants
while hiding behind these gloomy charcoal
skies that seem constant above me

So I found a spot on a hill and waited
beneath a large evergreen tree
worried because it was always so dark,
when you appeared, sat down next to me,
put your arms around me and kissed me
and my world became instantly bright

Before long, the sun was asking me to shine on it

“Maybe tomorrow, I’m busy right now” I answered
 Aug 2016 B L Costello
dusk
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 Aug 2016 B L Costello
dusk
it's getting harder to breathe.
i'm lost in a tidal wave of silence,
as oppressive as your words
can be some days

when they cut deep into my soul.
i'm out on the edge and i'm screaming my own
name as though it could teach
me something new about my horror at

seeing my tears in the mirror.
but all that comes back is my echo;
the darkness of a wasted youth;
too many bottles of alcohol and too

many late nights where i sleep at daybreak.
it's nonsensical, everything and nothing, all
at once.

and then i ask myself,
"am i alive? what is the
essence of my being?"


and no one replies.
not my best work again i apologize
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