I love you
not because
you're good looking

I love you
not because
you're caring

I love you
not because
you dote on me

I love you
not because
your smiles are sweet

I love you
not in lust
of your crevice
or orifice
or skin

I love you
because
without you
I feel

incomplete within.

Love, well love is like a good cup of coffee

We all want to drink it without getting burnt

Blue the mountains
holding close in view
sacred smoke of yesterdays
blue fog shrouded trails
beneath the rhododendron

falls of sweet blue water
replenishing the rivers
sapphire lakes reflecting
splendor of the bluest hills
above the peaceful valley

hear the sacred music
of the blue ridge mountains
magic in the songs of old
forever blue my appalachia
blue the hills I used to roam.

r ~ 7/4/14

A poem walks with me
he knows me

when feeling alone
he gives me company

Like the dog at his walk
precedes his master
pulls the leash
faster…faster

keep pace with me
find peace in poetry

the two
side by side
break in sweats
the dog and his master
the two poets
forget

who runs who

merge into one

making a poem
fully done.

There's a place nearby
where they found those kids slaughtered.
Nobody talks about it much around here,
yet somebody knows something.
It's chilling to think
someone knows
but ain't talking.

Something that is true
Has to be written
But I choose a path
To write something
But it shouldn't be
Painful or hurtful
Because those harsh words
Can be forgettable
But the scars can't be
And sometimes
I love to go for fictions
Taking celestial bodies
And nature
This is what a poet I know
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