I turn to you my friend
when I feel alone and down
'every time' and 'now and then'
you listen without making a sound

You're reliable, my closest comfort
you'll forever stand by me
not judging my trivial thoughts
you're just 'there', you let me breathe

I run to you in those many moments
when I can't take it anymore
you're the only thing that makes sense
we know we've been here before

I'll return to you again and again
I trust you with my heart
my sole and solitary haven
we'll never be far apart

You rid me of my demons
and shed my many fears
helping me to confront them
and the soak up all my tears

I know I'll never leave you
you're my most supportive friend
you know my intent is true
and accept always, the love I send

So, dear poetry, I give my all to you
you helped to set me free
opened my eyes to the world of words
let me be, let me breathe and just be me

Cease, head, from a teetotaller 's tale
And lap up wine of words to brimfull,
Soaking the skull with many a flagon
Of poetry, prose, play and review,

That the brain cells may bubble over like
Foam inside the tumbler of religion
And humanities, arts, science and tech.

and this day it was Spring….us
drew lewdly the murmurous minute clumsy
smelloftheworld.    We intricately
alive,cleaving the luminous stammer of bodies
(eagerly just not each other touch)seeking,some
street which easily tickles a brittle fuss
of fragile huge humanity….
                                        Numb
thoughts,kicking in the rivers of our blood,miss
by how terrible inches speech—it
made you a little dizzy did the world’s smell
(but i was thinking why the girl-and-bird
of you move….moves….and also,i’ll admit—)

till,at the corner of Nothing and Something,we heard
a handorgan in twilight playing like hell

hot,still,torpid air
made stagnant,
by stifling, sultry heat.

we sit shattered,
sapped, silent,
on the back deck,
drinking beer,
sweating salt water.

watching the distant
scrubfire smoke, feed
into the heavy,
green-black storm clouds
on the mountain's ridge.

the cat shifts, with the rays
of broken sunlight, a grey shadow,
on the teak deck.

my son cries listlessly
and then returns to his nap.
the sound of sport and
energy drifts, distorted
from nana's anexxe.

we sit effete
on the back deck,
drinking beer,
quiescent in anticipation
of rain

I haven't had time to think lately
my mind has been vexed by the
thoughts of him that run through me
each and every day.

I realized that one day I will
never be able to see again.
I will never see her beauty
or see my bestfriends smile.
I will also not be able to hear.
Not your voice or any others.
I will not be able to touch...
I want to feel your warmth over me
for the rest of my days, my dear.
And singing will become impossible
because I will not be alive.
Everything will be dead.
Could it be possible that
maybe I can save my mind
before I lose it again?

My love and I, shared the summer last year,
While Dragonflies stitched until the close of day,
I see her now, the fond memories so dear.

We both loved a lifetime without any fear,
From fragrant meadows our cares floated away,
My love and I, shared the summer last year.

Her pleasant laughter, I can still hear,
Threading the air with the scent of fresh hay,
I see her now, the fond memories so dear.

Why we drifted apart still remains unclear,
Did passion die when blue skies turned grey?
My love and I, shared the summer last year.

I embraced her soul, held it so near,
But already I sensed her slipping away,
I see her now, the fond memories so dear.

In stoic silence, I shed a single tear,
Resolved to keeping my sadness at bay,
My love and I, shared the summer last year,
I see her now, the fond memories so dear.

©Paul Chafer 2014