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Jack Jul 2013
~



Staring,
as I often do
This distant place of wondering

Afforded of a mystic view
Raising flags,
woven free upon the wind

Across the sea

In your pocket
to remain
A piece of me in charms upon
a silver coated chain

Floating of its own ebb and soul
Waving as forever comes
Sent of lost and feathered shore
Grinning ear to ear

Taken from a prison camp
Framed in ocean’s mist
Found and lost and found again

Something I can not resist

Each day I reach,
in lengthened gathered steam
Drinking of a lemon scent
and foaming parakeets

Dancing on the beach of wings
Searing on the feet
Floundering, dreaming, asking…

When will you come to me

Fingers shade the sun
Bleaching on its way
Bountiful of endless love

So, so far away

This distant place of wondering
As I often do,
staring

Hoping to find you
Jack Jul 2014
~



Staring,
as I often do
This distant place of wondering

Afforded of a mystic view
Raising flags,
woven free upon the wind

Across the sea

In your pocket
to remain
A piece of me in charms upon
a silver coated chain

Floating of its own ebb and soul
Waving as forever comes
Sent of lost and feathered shore
Grinning ear to ear

Taken from a prison camp
Framed in ocean’s mist
Found and lost and found again

Something I can not resist

Each day I reach,
in lengthened gathered steam
Drinking of a lemon scent
and foaming parakeets

Dancing on the beach of wings
Searing on the feet
Floundering, dreaming, asking…

When will you come to me

Fingers shade the sun
Bleaching on its way
Bountiful of endless love

So, so far away

This distant place of wondering
As I often do,
staring

Hoping to find you
Jack Sep 2014
Staring at an end

Lost, on a shattered plain of existence
Counting crows circling over head
Naming them to make them seem familiar
Friends with black wings
Looking down
Screaming across the valley
High pitched warnings
Feedback off of dark clouds
Lying here alone…once again alone
Wondering what I could have or should have said
Sifting the waters of my mind
Searching for that one gold nugget
That last shining piece of hope
That I can hold in my hands
But it is not there
And my friends are getting closer
Lower, a hungry expression on their faces
Drooling at the thought
And I point and yell
There is nothing here
Nothing left
Just an empty soul
Staring at an end
Jack Apr 2014
~

Static

Scattered wavelengths
from a worn out speaker
cracking with each unbalanced bass note
Finding my brain on overload
and a slower heart beat
out of tune

Static the union,
tuning dial gone, volume at high
glowing in the corner of cobweb melodies
lingering on a distant shelf
now sinking lower in this
roadside armchair

An empty bottled fortress
collects the pain at my feet
glass brown soldiers stand,
bottle cap mementos flip
like dancing beans on a folding table
at El Mercado

One more for the road
a staggering venture
along crooked dotted lines, weaving nonsense
two at a time, smirking
snickering like a Pryde-ful ending
mimicking the way

Still the static, white noise,
foaming seas on wavelength casualties
and the trees cry, when birdsong of night
haunts with a sound
interrupting the dance of the beer container guards
and I tap a painful toe
Pryde-ful...invoking my poetic license
Jack Jul 2014
~

Taken, by fate, to a subway of feelings
Caverns which reap what I call
Beacons of hope at the end often stealing
Fixtures in spite of it all

Counting the tracks of a firm destination
Purchasing tickets to share
Fear stands my heart of my own hesitation
Wondering if you are there

Whistles a’ call and the watchman he carries
Candles of flickering flame
Dancing like wings on the shoulders of fairies
Illumined this night to remain

Standing alone on this platform libation
Drinking the sights I do see
Pacing my walk as my feet they do hasten
Bounding so effortlessly

Hearing the rumble of steel upon endings
Narrow the edge where I wait
Moving along with the answers depending
Finding the hour is late

Darkness invades past the lights ever keeping
Colors to turn on in time
Riding this train of a heart constant weeping
Until the day you are mine
Jack Feb 2015
Scars run deep
Sliced by those
Disguised as friends

Tearing flesh
One touch at a time
With false smiles

Ripping names
From headline bold print
Stored in their pockets

Where the trusting sit
Scattered among the lint
Of past pleasures

Victims of masks
Worn behind the scenes
Leprechaun images

Lucky charms
Magically delicious
Forced to consume

Though nothing more
Than evil
To start your day
Jack May 2014
Lurking, in the shadows of what you believe…....
broken twigs give away your hiding place…….....
where tree bark withers of acrid breath……….....
frowning upon dead leaves…the trail…………....
you set out for the unsuspecting………………....
baiting foot steps in disguise…………………......
red eyes peer of darkness……..……………….......
glowing hideous light……………………………...
attracting seekers………………………………......
totally unaware…………………………………......
of the hatred……………………………………......
you hold………………………………………….....
for all…………………………………………….......
still……………………………………………….......
It has been brought to my attention we have a troll lurking about the site.  You can not hide...
Jack Feb 2014
My pen oozes feelings in splattering ink
Lines in symmetrical visions of truth
Carved from a heart that is desperate to think
Somewhere inside sleeps the essence of proof

Reaching that point where the matters at play
Running around in my mind’s subtle crest
Hoping to find the right sentence to say
This is my love for I gave you my best

When is enough more than money can buy
Simple the pleasures awaiting your touch
Tiny endeavors on wings set to fly
Sunlight and flowers and wishes and such

Still comes another of phrases to win
Sweeping you off to the end of my time
Spinning in circles as yet to begin
Lost and alone as he utters “you're mine”

Why is it always the soft tend to fall
Deep in the crevice of fading desire
Charcoal and ashes the flame’s ending call
Diamonds and rubies now what you require

Now as I sit at this desk in the cold
Staring beyond every dream I might see
Endless the stacks that these memories hold
Tossing my tears at what now can not be
Jack Oct 2013
A painting of a flower
in a glistening cut glass vase
Captured of a time before
when the light was perfect,
the fragrance sweet and the petals
soft as vanilla pudding

still life ~

Our love was that of dreams,
picture perfect
Captured in a photograph,
placed in a heart shaped
ornate silver frame
displayed proudly on the mantle

still love ~

days later petals lie
scattered on the floor
in random patterns
wilted and curled, pale and drab,
a brown stem in stagnant water,
the vase stained and glistening no more

no life ~

months later, shards of glass lie
scattered on the floor
an empty broken frame rests
face down in the ashes
of the photo, torn to shreds
and burned

no love ~
Jack Sep 2014
~

Along the lines of fantasy
with crystal glasses flowing the brim
Soft hands meet on white linen,
your eyes take me places I have never known

Silence tingles as our hearts speak
across candle flame and glittered dreams
Such is the beauty of this night
neither belong, yet here we are

Fears generate passion
on this perfect evening so young,
and our love forbidden, taboo
but breathing of temptation

Lips ignite a fire within,
looking over shoulders for whoever
only finding desires calling
in the mist of the crowded city

Scented bliss finds me,
arms reach for a touch, long hot touch
behind closed doors
holding back all but the guilt

Still a fever burns as skin blushes
beneath moon lit intoxication
Silhouettes merge, moist in cravings
lone of simpler moments

Fingers dance and sighs sing,
satin sheets spill to unsuspecting floors
when deep in the throws is found,
words have no meaning

Whispers lose their bearing
as oceans part and white foam pleasure
caresses the smooth shore
on this uncharted island called love

Startled by the waiter refilling my glass
I still see you across the room
lingering in his smile, lost in his destiny
*and here I sit, still wishing it were me
Jack Oct 2013
I am helpless, tied to my daily routine
Knowing that distance stands in my way
Concrete and asphalt paths may lead to you
but the detour called life keeps me from moving

        You lie in pain, it is endless it seems
        Draining of smiles and stamina, encroaching on freedoms
        Bringing your heart to the curb, wallowing in confusion
        Deep within the grip of fever’s melting shadows

Invoices pile up and calculator batteries run down
A swift arm across this desk reveals my frustration
As folders and tape dispensers collect in a pile on the floor
staring up, wondering, “What did we do?”

        You cry of dreams shattered and an eclipsing sun
        swaying in darkness on couch cushions
        deformed and buckling under the pressure
        as illness makes itself at home

If only I could be there, by your side
Doing what…I don’t know, something, anything
Holding your hand, brushing your hair
Silent whispers of affection, whether they do any good or not

        You sleep, short periods of painless still
        Beneath sweat drenched sheets, locked away in nightmare cages
        Seething and fuming on horrors door step
        Pleading for help that you know wont come

And here I am, shackled to a wooden structure with sticking drawers
Smirking employees and annoying customers
doing their best to distract me, as I write…poetry
Yeah, poetry…love verses because…well…because

it is the only way I can touch you
and
        still your skin eludes me
Jack Jan 2015
~

It is within this rock I sit

Encased in regret

Solidified by guilt's mortality

Hurt friend’s pain and sadness etched

Dead for all sense and purpose

Shifting on ancient sand’s sorrow

Blistered by dire gale forces breathing

Stoic between cracks in the facade

Weathering at rapid paces of mistaken footsteps

A mausoleum of loneliness

Branded with hot iron’d weepings

Deafened of heartbreak earthquake tremors

Hammer and chiseled contaminates

Crushed bits of worthless rubble

Scattered in sincerity's anguished apologies

****** by stupidity…



                                        …dust on the wind
Jack Feb 2014
It is within this rock I sit
Encased in regret, solidified guilt mortality
Hurt friend’s tear drops etch’d
Dead for all sense and purpose
Shifting on ancient sand’s sorrow
Blistered by dire gale forces breathing
Stoic between cracks in the lies
Weathering at rapid paces of mistaken footsteps
A mausoleum of loneliness
Branded with hot iron’d deceptions
Deafened of heartbreak earthquake tremors
Hammer and chiseled contaminates
Crushed bits of worthless rubble
Scattered in anguish’d apologies
****** by stupidity…

                            ...dust on the wind
Jack May 2014
Your heart hit the brakes,
we stopped…
my heart broke
Jack Jun 2014
I sit here alone staring at the hate,
the anger and the situation
Wondering why it has to be this way

People are people, they make mistakes,
they say the wrong things,
words slip out that are not meant, perhaps in frustration

Harm is born of narrow minds
who can’t see past their own faces,
frowning in the bright sunlight, complaining about rain

Filling up on foolish fumes…
what fuels this need to make another feel bad,
what stands in the way of peace

Forgiveness, an antiquated word
Little use and it will disappear,
if it hasn’t already

Who is better than another
When push comes to shove…
why does push come to shove

War, we all despise it but we all create it,
not with guns and tanks
but with hurtful phrases and sharpshooter aim

Pointing our weapons because…because
of something uttered in the heat of the moment
a friend, (loose term?) that fails to wave hello

Why can’t we all just get along,
stop the maddening effects,
stop the madness…stop the mad
Jack May 2014
Here
is
a
poem
in
one
worded
fashion.
In
a
straight
line
as
it
heads
down
below.
You
may
ask
why
and
I’ll
say
it’s
my
passion.
­Written
right
here
so
this
fact
you
will
know.
The
length
may
see­m
long
but
it’s
short,
please
believe
me.
Add
up
the
words
and
th­e
sum
you
will
find.
Nothing
much
more
than
a
short
written
poem.
Posted
this
way
and
I
hope
you
don’t
mind.
Jack May 2014
~

Stupid **** cat


Attempting sleep on the balcony, a railing at my back,
twisted iron creating stripes on my skin
Crisscrossing as I slide across a Craigslist mattress
or not, still my body moves

slightly used

The cool night air shifts direction
west becomes east (ah east) on a northerly flow
Dry leaves gather at my feet, dead but still with some color left
extending beyond the shadows now painting me with patterns

security lighting

Small slits where my eye lids blink find the neighbor’s cat
now chooses my chest to sharpen its claws
A quick swat sends him flying,
taking small pieces of my skin as a trophy

starting from scratch

New scars eventually seek old scars,
I can feel them reaching, (blood trickles on wrinkled sheets)
digging through my skin, exploring the muscle,
the tissue, finding the damage done to my heart

sliced open

Tunnels carved into my body, wormholes to a different dimension
Time passes beyond the depths of my being, flooding streets
and low water crossings with the pain (excruciating), echoes holler,
holding the volume to a dull roar  

strange sounds

A siren in the distance startles me, breath leaves me as I sit up
reaching for my chest, nothing is there
Alongside me you sleep, peacefully
I touch your skin , a smile finds your face

so very beautiful

And I thank my lucky stars for sleep (finally), this dream,
the comfort, the softness in visions pure of love,
as reality is left outside, two stories up
on a balcony with a twisted iron railing...

stupid **** cat
Jack Sep 2014
~

Balmy breezes capture me,
though struggle I’ll not feed,
sifting on the glowing rays beyond the heather hedge,
walking barefoot,
senses fly,
lemonade the tint…
born upon this early morning sky

Lantana lullabies,
still a faint offering,
relinquish me of moon fed destinies,
setting me free once more
in the golden sheen of the pristine
sunflower sunrise

Soft, a haze does find me in a sphere of intoxicated dreams
swirling about this blue canopy,
this euphoric frame bordering
the tapestries of nature’s happiness

On this day wings sprout,
gossamer in saffron flow
from shoulders soft and bliss divine,
perfect of a vision I do long
to harbor near

For in my eyes again reflects your beauty
and I touch you…
Your smile finds my heart
as I breath in the majesty of my desires,
thanking the heavens once more
for my blessings
Jack May 2014
Sunrise…a sad reminder
of the sunset you left me
Jack Oct 2014
~

Violins sing of purest flame,
alluring harmonies warm the air
Heart beat crescendos keep time
as ember’d flutes whisper beauty
and misty cellos lull wondrous dreams
on the aria of our love

Treble clef desires
curve softly upon your tender heart
while clarinets breathe amorous
melodies of soothing affection,
enchanting serenades
caress our every silent sigh

Forever playing an eternal
symphony of fire,
burning euphonious,
heated temptations
in ever lasting
*orchestral bliss
Inspired by a conversation with an angel who has completely touched my heart
Jack May 2014
If I'm the lone survivor,
family reunions are gonna ****
Jack Aug 2014
~


Once upon a midnight dreary, as I ponder weak and weary
Falling as a distant star comes reaching of my heart
Knees connect with fertile soil, darkness on this hour loyal
Twilight bid its fond farewell as evening spends its start
~
Chilled this open field a’ rest, facing east my own confess
Silence comes in wintered thoughts a’ calling to my mind
Lone is found this majesty, a’ born mine lonely eyes to see
There upon the heavens form this beauty I do find
~
Reaching for your open hand, actions of an empty man
Seeking but the wisdom that shall lead me to your side
Grasping at the frosted air, evermore I long to share
In amongst these feelings glowing bright this velvet sky
~
Take me, oh this soul does plead, thee shall be my every need
Endless I shall cherish every vision sent above
As a light does glisten free, when your smile my heart does see
*To fend this winter evening with the warmth of your sweet love
I was challenged to write a poem using the opening lines of
Poe's The Raven.  This is it...
Jack Apr 2015
~

So precious this love that my heart does confide
Warm as the touch of your skin
Bright as the joy that does beam from inside
Filling my cup to the brim

You are the thoughts in my mind everyday
Visions of beauty you send
Caring and kindness on constant display
Oh but to know you again

Many the years that I stood all alone
Wondering what would become
Of this my life, on a path all its own
Searching for my only one

Down from the heavens my eyes did perceive
An angel of wonder so fine
Standing before me so hard to believe
This day, for this angel is mine

Open your wings for I want to come in
If you will have me this way
All as your own for a lifetime begins
Until the end of all days

Yours is the love that I’ve dreamed from afar
Here in my heart it now lies
Bringing a peace that does shine like a star
Up in the clearest of skies

Take me; oh take me, for I am to give
Happiness true it does pour
Love me unending as long as I live
*Take me to heaven once more
A repost
Jack May 2014
~

Take me again ~


Take me ~ for I am nothing without you
Tease my desires with your fingers a’ wander
Upon quivering flesh, shivering needs cry
All of this is yours, deeply offered, rhythmically played

Bite me ~ little marks to revisit at dawn
My chest, my thighs, my soul pleads
Drinking of this passion, thirsting for more
Peering up at you, wings flutter within my heart

Use me ~ as I lay here, hands on thighs… lifting
Slow circles encompass warm breaths
Moaning eclipses bring edged light from outer visions
Cupped of fevered frenzy and firm decisions

Ride me ~ I am your stallion, unsaddled, unbridled
Grip my mane, tear at my shoulders, guide me to that valley
Where whispering willows sway in mahogany waves
Finding the depths of your tightened encampment

Scream me ~ my name on your lips excites
When the comet appears and streaks the sky
Flashing sparks meld between us shimmering
Erupting in a cosmic flow of lava’d escapes…hot pulsating streams

Take me again~ for I am nothing without you
Jack Dec 2014
~

A heart so fine in charcoal skies
of breath my mind does see
This captured feeling locked inside,
alone as to believe

For what shall come of morning tides,
along the wish filled shore
In seashell decorated time
to want your love once more

What sent this ship of harbor dreams
to sail a course so lost
As currents bide my every whim,
now simplified the cost

When once the sunrise happiness
did take a weathered turn
For but a few words offered up
in lessons I have learned

My sails, the moon’s reflective light,
does glow an empty grin
Atop the wave’s deserted flight
to want you here again

For this shall be my journey true
in aimless rambled roam
If I have not the love of you
I sail these seas alone

Of courses kept in lock and key,
an island beach does call
Upon this deck on bended knee
Amidst the darkened squall

As life will raise its mighty hand
of you that I do seek
Collapsing firm upon this man
in testaments of weak

Come set these chains that hold me tight,
my body craves the pain
As on these seas of bright moon light
I cry within the rain

When time does dance and hours pass,
I plead these charcoal skies
Explain to me how this can be
in scenes before my eyes

“Take me home,” my heart does call
begin this journey new
For I now live a nightmare’s creed
without the love of you
Jack Oct 2013
O’ heart so fine in charcoal skies
of breath my mind does see
This captured feeling locked inside,
alone as to believe


For what shall come of morning tides,
along the wish filled shore
In seashell decorated time
to want your love once more


What sent this ship of harbor dreams
to sail a course so lost
As currents bide my every whim,
now simplified the cost


When once the sunrise happiness
did take a weathered turn
For but a few words offered up
in lessons I have learned


My sails, the moon’s reflective light,
does glow an empty grin
Atop the wave’s deserted flight
to want you here again


For this shall be my journey true
in aimless rambled roam
If I have not the love of you
I sail these seas alone


Of courses kept in lock and key,
an island beach does call
Upon this deck on bended knee
Amidst the darkened squall


As life will raise its mighty hand
of you that I do seek
Collapsing firm upon this man
in testaments of weak


Come set these chains that hold me tight,
my body craves the pain
As on these seas of bright moon light
I cry within the rain


When time does dance and hours pass,
I plead to charcoal skies
Explain to me how this can be
in scenes before my eyes


“Take me home,” my heart does plead
begin this journey new
For I now live a nightmare’s creed
without the love of you
Jack Jul 2013
~



So precious this love that my heart does confide
Warm as the touch of your skin
Bright as the joy that does beam from inside
Filling my cup to the brim

You are the thoughts in my mind everyday
Visions of beauty you send
Caring and kindness on constant display
Oh but to know you again

Many the years that I stood all alone
Wondering what would become
Of this my life, on a path all its own
Searching for my only one

Down from the heavens my eyes did perceive
An angel of wonder so fine
Standing before me so hard to believe
This day, for this angel is mine

Open thy wings for I want to come in
If you will have me this way
All as your own for a lifetime begins
Until the end of all days

Yours is the love that I’ve dreamed from afar
Here in my heart it now lies
Bringing a peace that does shine like a star
Up in the clearest of skies

Take me; oh take me, for I am to give
Happiness true it does pour
Love me unending as long as I live
Take me to heaven once more
Jack Jun 2014
I am but a weary minstrel
Step by step to bide my time
Looking for my one true answer
In a love that I may find

Shaded fields of hopes and wishes
Flowing stems so softly breathe
Taking all that life does offer
Forward weavings to believe

I have found the golden idol
Sitting still in chamber’d light
Reaching off for some existence
Far beneath the stars at night

With its eyes of diamond whispers
Only now it sheds my fear
Precious metals tore us under
As I search the far and near

What is this my heart now calling
Echoes play about the rim
If this line of worn endeavors
Finds the time to soon begin

Will you walk with me at sunrise
Whisper that you love me so
Count the petals of a daisy
Set aside against the flow

For you see my truth is baring
Everything that I can share
Take my hand and please remember
I am but a man who cares

In this endless dream of summer
Warming trends eternally
You are mine, my only sunshine
Won’t you walk this road with me
Jack Aug 2014
~

Upon these stones of emerald moss,
where nature brings her palette pure
in water colored mysteries
along winding ways of symphonic rushings,
I ponder silently~

Here I am sitting on this greenly rock,
With only the sound of water beneath my feet
My mind goes on a trail
Wondering where you are, how you are~
I fantasize having you around,
Swimming at the far end of this river with you
Having no cares, no worries
Just laughing away our heartaches
But then,
The sound of the gushing water brings me back~
Still,
Am lost in memories of you

While this pristine moment
breathes as the backdrop
of my dreams, whispering fern
laced with white foam desire
roots firmly in the beauty
that embraces my heart
with thoughts of love

of you~
This is a collaboration with my wonderful friend Cassie. She sent me a photo this morning and we wrote this based on that photo. Unfortunately you can not see it here...hopefully we have painted it with our words.
Jack Aug 2014
Life is a long shot,
make sure you aim true
Jack Jan 2014
Tattoo Promises

Read these words now inked of a passionate verse
From miles away, beneath clouded silver linings
Far beyond every enchanted moon glow vista
Phrases of undying devotion in eternal fonts
Styled by a hand now longing your touch
Tattoo promises melodically whispered
Breathless devotion in sonnet sighs
Forevermore holding tightly your
Affectionate kisses dripping
Of sweetest pure honey
Unto my wanting lips
In poetic phrasing
Written entirely
Upon the walls
Of this my
Beating
Heart
Jack Nov 2014
.

Tears for the fallen
Saddened refrains
Lasting impressions
Endless the stains

Hearts of the young
Brave in the fields
Anguish and sorrow
The pain it does yield

Proudly they fight
Quickly they fall
Not soon forgotten
The blood on the wall

Freedom the journey
Cost laced with war
Darkened decisions
Death at the door

Counted statistics
No two the same
Numbers for tracking
Somebody’s name

Wasted perception
Fear has no place
Tears for the fallen
Roll down my face
11/11/14
We remember
Jack May 2014
Why does so much sadness have to grip one heart?
Jack Mar 2014
Terrorizing emotions


I sit here and think
Jumping to conclusions
Under the guise of feelings
Sent via worded phrases
Tormenting thoughts
Cancelling friendships once standing
Accruing indifferent reactions
Never once looking beyond the heart
Tempting angered responses
Severing all ties
Talking out of both sides of the mouth
Applying pressure to open wounds
Needless damage done
Dancing on fresh graves
Tethering hopes with razor wire
Harnessing putrid darkness
Escalating hidden fears
Haphazardly slinging arrows
Avoiding the real truth
Terrorizing emotions
Endlessly
Acrostic
Jack Jun 2014
Two little words I offer,
that just don’t seem enough
Thank you to each and everyone who shared a piece of their heart with me today. Your kindness is overwhlming.
Jack Nov 2013
A friend that makes me smile
Soft touches on my heart
Laughter when the skies are gray
In dreams when we’re apart

Poetic journeys find me
So beautiful the view
Very far yet oh so near
Thank you for being you
For you Frieda.
Jack Nov 2013
~

That barren branch
high above this desolate space
Crooked shade designs on a dying earth
Bent and twisted of past sunlight 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
Colors of blissful post card greetings
Bearing fruit of friendlier times

Now rests in solitude’s wicked grip
Knotted and splintered bark winding
to a tapered end of winter’s calling
Cold fingers on gray-cast skylines
Dying of desperate missings
Fading into a bleak sunset
Disappearing somewhere beyond the dark
That barren branch…is me
Jack Jan 2014
Draining my tears on a mountain of guilt
I built with the fears that held I my heart
Riding this horse now as pale as a ghost
with a sword dulled and stained
Waving in the wind
Falling to my knees

Breaking the sunlight, fracturing dreams
Pleading in voices now deaf to her ears
Drinking the kool aid, the glass was half full
Now I sit empty this nightmare alone
Begging her forgiveness
Ripping apart at the seams

Send me for I deserve nothing less
The white knighted system is nothing but me
Defending her honor with all I can give
Blind the decisions I thought she did need
As I humbly and sincerely
Return that final breath...hoping she accepts
Jack Aug 2014
You said Greek Mythology?
I thought you said Geek Mythology
Jack May 2014
~

I find I write poetry,
hoping it will right me
Jack May 2014
Here above the spider’s bed
Balanced on a tiny thread
Soft the sound his cello plays
In harmony with summer days
~
Melodically he moves his bow
In mystic motioned rhythm’d flow
O’ the cast of crescent moon
Illuminates his wondrous tune
~
A thousand dragonflies appear
His cello sound they long to hear
Now as he plays this mellow song
A cricket choir sings along
~
The audience in grand delight
Embrace the magic on this night
For as all earth has come to know
No sweeter sound than his cello
Jack Mar 2015
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I caught the sun
running me in circles,
collecting clouds
on the last day of the month
watching grass grow
between the cracks
in my mind,
still dizzy
from the chase
Jack Nov 2014
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Crape myrtle highlights
in chartreuse diversions,
oak tree decisions along brittle stem
Maple leaf push pins and ash scented postcards
Autumn approaches, its fingers to send

Northern now breezes
as petals start falling,
blending the colors of November dreams
Days count much shorter and windows are open,
change in direction a’ dance on the stream

Standing behind me now
caught in the mirror,
reflections of summer and hummingbird song
leaves painted softer in patterns of wishes
butterfly tickles may happen along

Warm apple cider
and scarves plaid and woolen,
hang from the pegs in the entryway hall
Come again welcomes on echoes of sunlight
*send out the greeting, the coming of fall
Jack Mar 2015
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“The lunatic is on the grass”

Signs don’t really matter
Spelling corrects the mood
Dancing on the scattered blades
My word, he’s such a crazy dude

“The lunatic is on the grass”

Park place settings filter
In silverware and dreams
Sidewalks offer no relief
That’s when the pain excites the screams

“Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs”

Memories grow within the weeds
Flowers cast in sad defeat
Caretakers watch as footprints carve
Barking out orders, then repeat

“Got to keep the loonies on the path”

Herding shadows singular
Days to nights of gloom
Read the writing on the wall
This is the dark side of the moon
I had this song stuck in my head so I had to write something
Italicized lines are lyrics from Pink Floyd's song Brain Damage - The Lunatic.
Jack Sep 2014
Here is a tale of a dog and a cat
And a *** bellied pig, so pink and so fat
Of days in the garden alongside a farm
A whimsical story of magic and charm

The dog as he was of bushy descent
Yellow in color where ever he went
Digging a hole was his prime source of fun
As a matter of fact he had just finished one

The collar he wore was a leathery find
With studs made of silver so brightly it shined
His tail ever wagging, a happy old guy
He hung with is friends as the hours passed by

The cat on the other hand, sleek and so fine
A coat made of orange with stripes it combined
Cleaning a habit I see in all cats
But this one was special for it wore a hat

A tiny straw chapeau with fine feathered brim
A ribbon of pink that was wrapped round her chin
Though not really sure if a cat finds the style
But more as I looked I would bet that she smiled

And there to her left with a snort and a grunt
Was a portly built fellow the legs of a runt
Fine wispy hair that did cover the skin
With a gather of long ones that hung from his chin

Puffing along an attempt to keep pace
The dog and the cat and the pig they would race
Faster and faster they’d run through the fields
Though what was the secret of friendship revealed

None were the same as they differed and so
Still bound together a’ running they’d go
Never before as I think about that
Has a dog or a pig ever friended a cat

For ever so prissy, no memories jog
A cat who was friends with a pig and a dog
Though still I could see right abreast of my eyes
These three companions did bring the surprise

What is the moral of all that I see?
It sure does not matter of your company
Whether a dog or a pig or a cat
You can make friends with whomever you chat

People are different in color and race
But everyone seems to be wearing a face
A face that can smile, a face that can cry
A face that can hello or even good bye

If only we look at each other the same
Will we find fortune in learning their name
No matter the differences that we might see
It pays for each of us to every time be

Nice to each other and all things like that
Just like the dog and the pig and the cat
Jack Sep 2014
The flowers are blooming

Sifting through my day,
withered masses of an old heart
searching in the wrong corner,
dreaming in muted grays on a white background,
hoping the flowers bloom
and I get to see them

Long hours offer only relief
when I look past the walls
formed around my smile so long ago
they are only a faded memory
flickering in and out,
losing clarity

Out of nowhere, struck by a bolt of lightening
so brilliant, beautiful, electrifying
I can only stare and wonder, is this for me
to keep or look but don’t touch
To…dare I say…love
Love, my lonely volume of a friend long dusted on the shelf

Love, I now laugh, love only finds those
who deserve it and those signs have long since
pointed a different direction
But a voice speaks otherwise
a soft tone, a sweet noise I’ve not heard
or imagined since…

Whispers of affection from you
fall upon my ears…my ears?
like I am something, somebody, and it feels good
even if it is so hard to believe
And I feel tears forming…tears, could this be happiness
I ask, when there before my misted eyes

The flowers are blooming
and I see them
Now I suppose I'll wait and see if they die again.
Jack Jul 2013
Dancing on a thread of silk - taut of pain,
balanced deep within the fear…
Swaying to the side in calculated energy,
breathing as the sweat begins to pour


Toeing the line with blinders on
only to face the evil waiting - miles above my last breath
Shambles become my life’s dreams,
as fifty or so exit the compact car below- all doors ajar


Pointing skyward with gloved fingers and flowered bonnets
they gasp - splashing red paint of severed smiles
and floating eyebrows, merely decorations placed by hand
and contractual obligations


The rings add up to three - yet left alone I find is me,
teetering of lost imagination and breath taking nuances,
blanketing the sawdust creations
of worries portrayed in a gallery of netted promises


It is calling now for my end - free falling with wings to spare,
a calliope whistles its crescendo beneath a tent
pitched and heaved in frustration,
riding the rail lines of someone else’s thoughts


Not worth the price of admission - I wave
as I exit this cotton candy dream world in search of the nightmares slowly unfolding
along platform bridges of age
and destined footpaths


The train departs…the giraffe cries
Jack Apr 2014
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The Giraffe Cries

Dancing on a thread of silk - taut of pain,
balanced deep within the fear…
Swaying to the side in calculated energy,
breathing as the sweat begins to pour

Toeing the line with blinders on
only to face the evil waiting - miles above my last breath
Shambles become my life’s dreams,
as fifty or so exit the compact car below- all doors ajar

Pointing skyward with gloved fingers and flowered bonnets
they gasp - splashing red paint of severed smiles
and floating eyebrows, merely decorations placed by hand
and contractual obligations

The rings add up to three - yet left alone I find is me,
teetering of lost imagination and breath taking nuances,
blanketing the sawdust creations
of worries portrayed in a gallery of netted promises

It is calling now for my end - free falling with wings to spare,
a calliope whistles its crescendo beneath a tent
pitched and heaved in frustration,
riding the rail lines of someone else’s thoughts

Not worth the price of admission - I wave
as I exit this cotton candy dream world in search of the nightmares slowly unfolding
along platform bridges of age
and destined footpaths

The train departs…the giraffe cries
Jack Jun 2014
On the dreams of distant waters
Harmonies in sunset skies
Sings a voice, so far my wonder
Of the girl with emerald eyes

A photograph, upon I’ve stumbled
As if fate does guide my view
Nature’s truth, this vibrant beauty
Caressing of these visions true

Silently this rose a’ blooming
On a breeze of spring’s sweet air
Whispering in fragrant mornings
Secrets journey in thy stare

As I pause, my pulse it quickens
Tracing of this image shown
On her eyes my touch does linger
Mesmerized within their glow

Still, my glance it longs to wander
Of this face, pure satin sheen
To those eyes of moonbeam glisten
Heaven’s perfect shade of green

Hold me close, for I am breathless
Of this dream I fantasize
Restless heart, in rhythm’d beating
For the girl with emerald eyes
Jack Jun 2014
Of every dream my mind has danced
along a path of nature’s grace
within a weeping willowed trance
beneath this canopy of space

Your hand in mine, my heart does beat
Of moon beam glow and eyes a’ shine
To hold you close in summer’s heat
And breathe a sigh in precious time

Amidst the charm of evergreen
To sit a while in fragrant dew
Your smile comes an evening dream
In quiet whispers sent so true

For as this moon and wondrous night
Caress our hearts to sing as one
of melodies that feel so right
in love, our journey has begun
Written for Paula, a very good friend with a heart of gold. I hope you like this my sweet friend.
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