what is like to steal the weather
from somewhere else,
instead of the blues,
like a thief in the night
take the Sun and make
the day bright
while they tear at the
clouds for the usual share
of shining sun,
a cold hearted ****,
possessing stolen warmth
the crooked old man I am
with two left feet and cane,
hope they can't track my
steps across the dreamy
starry night back to
my hovel now heated
by rays of a borrowed
ball of molten light
burning guilt into my
back and my shaded eyes
looking down and
to the left, telling lies
about where I was,
with no alibi, and my
permanent burnt fingertips
leaving imprints looking
like sunspots,
showing me to be
that thief in the night.  

©ClemC082013

Large figures chasing you with soft noises,
                                                       for voices,
     long fingers reaching as your short legs,
  and little feet run and your laughter begs,
                                                         for more.

The heart pounds
     as you run laughing.

          Growling faces chase each other in this place,
  of sport where points count and effort on your face,
on each combatants face, explain the pain of the pace,
all for a ball without mercy or grace, to give up
                                                              ­         a disgrace.

The heart pounds
    as you run to do battle.

You see that person for the first time, or the tenth time,
                                              you
hope, you will see them over and over for the enth time,
your eyes meet and            
                                             you
                                                         fall harmlessly into the
drumming sound, that suddenly got louder in your chest.


The heart pounds
                  as you.. .. race toward.. .. each other.

A small cry, tears to your eyes
more to life than meets the eye,
more pairs of hands and feet,
         your family is complete.

The hearts pound
   as you two live out creation.
                             And dreams.

Alone, with walls chalk white and no feeling,
     watch sticky flies move and paint peeling,
the only visitors are lost in the colour of the walls,
                                         you
hear voices so familiar, distant echoes down halls.
Then they are gone, all is unwelcome and strange again.

The heart pounds
      irregular growing weaker,
                                                  like your resolve.

                Still, the heart pounds, catching on every
                                         hope,
                                                  you ever had.

©ClemC082013

They thunder their engines,
and the noises chases dogs,
out of their own skin,
our canine friends hear the sound
long before it arrives,
from tail to nose feel the sound,
long after it leaves.

Storm clouds with thunder,
and some motorcycles carry
sound in full HD.  Too bad,
they don't hear like the dog does,
then their hearing wouldn't be
                          as it once was.

Remember please ride responsibly
like you were a dog, even if your ride a hog.


©ClemC072013

I have a friend who lost something,
he cannot put it in words, it comes out tears,
he cannot breathe easily, every parent fears,
                                    this one thing.

There is a friend we have in Jesus.

I have a friend who may not see it this way,
his eyes are pools and I am no comfort,
the shock is enough to stop
life in its tracks.

There is a friend we have.

Anger and resignation,
frustration and
sadness that fills and fills,
that pours that pours
out of the human
chemistry
like some reaction,
that adds pain to emptiness,
and fuels fire,
that needs to be thrown,
at anything thing that
is not as sad as you,
but you don't
know that no one
person will ever be
as sad as you,
even if they
mourn,
they
grieve,
for the very
same one unreasonable
pain.

They all wish that it had been
them instead,
is not answered.

There is a friend. I am he.
I am here. For all of you.

©ClemC072013

The Eastern wind blows and comes at such a slant,
that you can never, get out of the way, it is tantamount
both parties were in the wrong, standing in the way.

Dubai the insurance state
fifty fifty blame
what a game
             shame over
             honor,
terrorize the tourists,
workers, from domestics (imported)
for every hotel in sight
to oil patch imports,
oh the money,
as if it is worth the risk!

Good bye Dubai
Good bye, **** is not a male right,
the victim is a victim shamed already
by the act do not add to their plight
by dividing the blame,
your wealth enables bad
behavior with a religious fervor,
common sense,
common decency,
                 tells me to believe her.

Good bye Dubai, as pretty and
a delight to the eyes, you want the world
to see, I forgive you for your injustice
to an innocent like she.  

©ClemC072013

The cold has surrounded everything, winter with
crystals forming, take the moisture from your breath and
freeze framing it in the air
or on your beard and in your hair,
that frame your face,
eyelashes have a sparkle,
you are beautiful with a hint of frosting,
your warmth,
your love,
your closeness,
you,
may not affect the weather or the atmosphere,
but my heart has melted and pools,
please dip and know that you may enjoy me.

©ClemC072013

When you walk among the trees,
                    do you feel a breeze,
              even on a windless day?

When you walk among the forest,
like Adam, like Eve, do you meet the Florist,
            even when you are alone?

When you hike among the trees,
dropping your burdens as you please,
                are you not then new?

When walk among the woods,
as a created being freely should,
are you the hunter or the prey?

When you run among giant conifers and deciduous growth,
                                          tell us where you were under oath,
                      as there are not as many as there were before,
  how did you know where to go...can you take us there?


©ClemC072013