g clair

g clair Dec 2014

Captured there in orange
beneath the old street light
a cloud of breath exhaled
hangs heavy in the night.

Waiting on the 409
has never been this bleak
the fierce wind nips your ear lobe
and ice cold stings your cheek.

I watch you turn your collar up
your back against the bite
one hand on that coffee cup
the other out of sight.

Each morning
getting colder
the forecast is for snow
in fleece and wool you face the frost
and how I'll never know

I see you’re green
my blue faced friend
the green before the fall
you've never been about the perks
it's conscience above all.

The last thing on your mind just now
would be to get a Lynx
traffic is lame
road rage insane
And air pollution stinks.

Don't EVEN get you started
on the SUV
spews out nitrous oxide
and guzzles Texas tea.

Public parking,
another rare find
for what you get,
they rob you blind.

and what they miss
the vandal takes
leave you with migranes
the car alarm makes.

better for all
we all take the train
or one car per family
'stead of one car per brain.

Watching you stand there
with ice crystals forming
I despise all your stubborness
you NEED global warming!

I know you're no girly
my Ever-Ready mate
but my Duracel is waiting
and the 409 is late

I get out of my car
and approach you from the rear
my work cut out, without a doubt
the ice lymric is near

poetic license pending
I call for a herione's ending
like a frozen filet, without word or delay
I can lift you without even bending.

Once inside and thawing
you start in about the gas
I turn down the heat,
but turn up the seat
that's warming up your ****.

I'm all for the planet, I tell ya
and doing whatever is best
but for mornings like these
with your jewels in deep freeze
come with and we'll heat up the Quest!

g clair Dec 2014

slow workingn waltz

you have to had been there when I was listening to a certain song....
count one two three one two three
war/ming
  ( F,2.3.F 2,3)
         bree/zes
           (up A.-3     down E-3)
blow through the trees
(F-G-A-F 2)
to
(high F)
greet me
(down to  C, C 2=3)
on our
(up D 3, down A 3)
porch swing
(up C 3, down A 3)
meet me
(F-G-)
out there
(A-F )
tonight.
( D-F)

well you have to count 123,123 and the letters are the notes, up or down...

we'll sing
favorites
like when we
ripped
a chorus
I do love them
and better in your
own words

tell me stories
that I
will keep in
my notebook
I do
love
them
promise
I always will.

Hold me closely
into the
evening
hours
we will
sit and
rock to the beats
and blues

warrrming  breeeezes
blow through the trees
to
greet me
on our
porch swing
meet me
out there
tonight

If you won't be
able to come
out
to meet me
I'll be waiting
even as if
you are

g clair Dec 2014

On Truth- by John Dryden

"For truth has such a face and such a mien as to be loved needs only to be seen. "

JOHN DRYDEN, The Hind and the Panther

:) love this, and I'm non-denominational ( raised Catholic)
take in the corn and spit out the cob. IT's not the word of God, and I believe that some see the truth and hate it, because they are in a state of rebellion. Spoken from experience.

g clair Dec 2014

Uncle Leo

Poetry, Hello!

g clair Dec 2014

Fighting Tears

artificial tears require a steady hand
a cooperative eye lid
and a willingness to squeeze the container from which they emerge...
or someone to assist in their application.

g clair Dec 2014

Tears

this is not the happy kind
the sort I love to write
but sadness grips my heart today,
it started off last night

when something struck my giddy gush
an unexpected blow
and different from the season's rush
as valleys come and go

it wasn't just one story but
a few which took me down
plus I've been sick for o'er a week
from something going around

and also tired from lack of sleep
and slightly in the bag
since feeling low I thought I'd have
some wine to calm the hag

and as I coughed and looked around
I realized my plight
that while I try to Christmas up
the Lord seems out of sight

and while this whole thing happened
I was reading through the news
I won't say which but here's the hitch
It threw me to the blues

for many folks at Christmas time
it's common to be sad
depression gets them every time
to some it's pretty bad

the sorrow from the things I read
which happened yesterday
like icing on this yuletide cake
the slice which came my way

the tears I cried came heavily
as I could empathize
with folks who're crushed by misery
when some dear loved one dies

in accident or incident involving evil plan
to hurt and **** by their own will
I'll never understand!

But God if you can hear my sobs
I feel so far away
will you please meet me in the depths
It's dark down here today

I know that you came years ago
and I do know the cost
but why not intervene again
and save these which were lost?

and did you take them home with you?
and are they alright now?
can you comfort those of us
left standing here somehow?

I hope that you can hear me
for I know you took the fall
on Calvary, so long ago
yet raised to life for all

that those who should believe in you
would also live that day
forgiven by the Son of man who
wipes our tears away

I pray for those now crying
feeling heavy in the heart
as if their God is vacant
while their lives are torn apart

please comfort all who weep
and groan in agony today
and bring a peace beyond that which
we understand, I pray.