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May 2019 · 633
Chuck on Yoda (5w)
Jim Davis May 2019
The Force?
I’m with you!
Love Chuck Norris facts... and Yoda!
May 2019 · 832
Yoda on Chuck (5w)
Jim Davis May 2019
Chuck needs not
Chuck gets

©  2019 Jim Davis
Love Chuck Norris facts! And Yoda!
May 2019 · 217
Ouch (10w)
Jim Davis May 2019
Look at that there!  
Wow!  a witticism!
Ouch... it bites!

©  2019 Jim Davis
Or coulda said a “sally”. But who knows what a sally really is?  ,
May 2019 · 337
So long (10w)
Jim Davis May 2019
Turns out...
I only loved...
thoughts of you...
not you!

©  2019 Jim Davis
Is it really... only the thought of you...  I love?
May 2019 · 552
Lighten Up (5w)
Jim Davis May 2019
Light never fades to black
Lighten up a little
May 2019 · 2.8k
JuJu’s Crawfish Shak
Jim Davis May 2019
Look what the cat done drug in
Slow on down... darlin’!
Hol’ yo horses!
Don’t go get’n a conniption fit
Or get’n your knickers in a knot!
Hush up
Or’n I’m a goin **** a knot in yo tail!


I’m busy as a one legged cat in a sandbox,  
but I’m fixin tell what we got here at JuJu’s

Now lookie here...

we got
crawfish mild spicy
crawfish medium spicy
crawfish spicy spicy

we got
crawfish with corn
crawfish with sausage
crawfish with potatoes

we got
crawfish with red sauce
crawfish with pink sauce
crawfish with melted butter

If y’all a bit dry...
we got
crawfish with canned soda
crawfish with bottled water
crawfish with beer
crawfish with BYOB

Or we gots
jus’ crawfish

Go on an pick how yo’ want yo’ crawfish spiced, then go on an decide what yo’ wanna add!  I reckon we gots dang near 362,888 ways to eat these here mudbugs

You might could get
spicy spicy crawfish with
Zummo’s sausage
spicy spicy crawfish with corn
spicy spicy crawfish with potatoes
spicy spicy crawfish with
Zummo’s sausage and corn
spicy spicy crawfish with
Zummo’s sausage and potatoes
spicy spicy crawfish with
Zummo’s sausage, corn and potatoes
spicy spicy crawfish with
Zummo’s sausage and beer
spicy spicy crawfish with corn and beer
spicy spicy crawfish with potatoes and beer
spicy spicy crawfish with
Zummo’s sausage, corn, potatoes
and beer

I could go on...
till I’m plum tuckered out... but...

Got it?  You good??
You want mushrooms
Well, I’ll be
Don’t go axin... what we ain’t got
No siree bob, no mushrooms

We also ain’t got tea, sweet or unsweet
But sweet’s the only way to have tea sweetie

If you want soda, you can get
Coke, Diet Coke, Sprite, Dr Pepper
Diet Dr Pepper, Hawaiian Punch, Brisk Tea
Or Root Beer

We also got shrimp... just boiled

We also got gloves... half a dollar

Well, I’m worn slap out!

Watcha have a hankerin for?   

Take your own sweet time!  

Sit a spell

You’ll soon be full as a tick on a big dog!

Happy as a dead pig in sunshine!

You’ll wanna slap yer mama!

Can’t decide hon?

I do declare!

Aren’t you precious?

(now... he startin get on my last nerve)

Still...can’t make up your mind?

Well... I can’t do it fer ya!

(bout aggravatin as a rock)

You picky?  

(Lawd have mercy!)

Bless your heart!  

©  2019 Jim Davis
It’s a Southern thing! Had 3 pounds of mudbugs for lunch today at JuJu’s Crawfish Shak in Fannet!  Be sure and stop by if you’ve got time!
I swear this is word for word!
Apr 2019 · 581
Dogs & Cats (10w)
Jim Davis Apr 2019
Dogs forever will love you
Cats barely will tolerate you

One might ask when dating... before getting serious in things... Are you a dog or a cat person?  

©  2019 Jim Davis
Apr 2019 · 12.2k
World’s Full (10w)
Jim Davis Apr 2019
World’s full...
of miserable people
Choose...
not to join them


©  2019 Jim Davis
If you can’t beat them, don’t join them!
Apr 2019 · 186
Untitled
Jim Davis Apr 2019
That dead to the world feeling
(while still impatiently alive)

Not knowing what terrible beast comes
Slipping out from the ebon blackness

Wandering life, hoping  to find a small light
Only more darkness seen in eager search
Let there be light, Oh, Let there be light,
Please let there be light

©  2019 Jim Davis
My first attempt at a cherita (thanks Leara Nicole Morris-Clark) - yes, I know it is a dark story, but darkness so well captures my feelings right now!  Let there be light! Please!
Apr 2019 · 12.2k
A poet
Jim Davis Apr 2019
What
makes
A poet

Well
I think
Eventually

One will
just
know it

©  2019 Jim Davis
Mar 2019 · 1.2k
Listen
Jim Davis Mar 2019
Standing at the lookout of Mt Scopus
We heard our loved begotten say “I do”
As they joined in love as one
For none to put asunder

Gazing upon the Shepherd’s field
We heard the angels saying
There is a new King born to rule
Who is the prophet’s Messiah

Treading carefully in Bethlehem
We heard a baby’s wailing cry
And his ****** mother in a lullaby
Knowing he was the chosen one

Discovering Magdala’s uncovered ruins
We heard the broken bleeding woman say
If I may but touch the hem of his garmet
Our Saviour saying  “who touched me”

In flowered repose at the hillside cave
We heard his voice teaching
Chosen apostles and us only hoping
A mustard seed’s weight of faith

Walking the Via Delarosa alleyway
We heard wood scraping stones
And heavy, exhausted breaths
Jesus bearing our burdens

Sitting beneath Christ's Thorn Jujube
We heard blood dripping to the ground
And a loud cry of mortal agony
Why have thou forsaken me

In sight of the ground near Golgotha
We heard heckles of laughter, lots cast
Time standing still
And finally the words “It is finished”

Near the rich man’s guarded tomb
We heard the stone roll back
For use as an angel’s seat
Revealing only the linen cloth left behind

Sitting near the Garden tomb
We heard our most innocent one say
I am the only way, to enter the gates
You must become like me

Buried in the flowing Jordan River
We heard the Lord say
You are now mine, arisen anew
We heard the angels singing

Gazing upon the Golden Dome
We heard the Lord say
Forgive them
For they know not what they do

Standing upon the heart stones
We heard the Lord say
Upon this rock I will build my church
Beginning the new covenant way

Standing close to Peter’s hiding place
We heard the denial thrice
Then heard the loud **** crow
Hoping for us it would not crow twice

At the second century baptismal
We heard bells ringing
Proclaiming the salvation we
And early Jews found in his blood

In the synogogue
We heard the sound of his voice
With those in amazement saying
Is this not Joseph’s son?

Stumbling the stones of Korazim
We heard the voice of Jesus saying
Woe unto you, your fate
is worse than ***** or Gomorrah

Wandering a Roman cardo Maximus
We heard the voice of a Christian
Singing Something About a Mountain
And heard us and angels in applause

Walking the obstacle maze of memories
We heard the voices of 6 million saying
From the ovens and chambers
Never again, Never again

Sailing on the Sea of Galilee
We heard the red, white, and blue say
As it flew with the blue and white star
We are your friend, Oh Israel

Scaling the heights of Masada
We heard the rebels shouting
To the assaulting Roman Legion
You cannot take our freedom

Sitting in stillness under the olive tree
We heard the voice of God
Saying “I am”
There is no other

Strolling the seashell shores of Galilee
We heard waves lapping at eternity’s silence
Knowing we will live wearing the crown
Sitting next to the throne

Looking within our hearts
We heard ourselves saying
Forgive me Lord, I have sinned
But have found Victory in Jesus

©  2019 Jim Davis
Driving in to TelAviv right now to fly back home!  First time in the Holy Land!  Our daughter had a destination wedding in Jerusalem!
Jim Davis Dec 2018
Take a slow look round
See what you can see
See all is a lie
Truth lies with your heart
Trust your heart to know
You must live the life
You are meant to live
And die much too soon
With the thought of me
As your best sweet hope

©  2018  Jim Davis
Just found this in my old notes!  Don’t remember writing it, but I am getting old!  Not meant as an ego trip but as a celebration of love!
Nov 2018 · 397
Jewel
Jim Davis Nov 2018
She is a jewel
In an avalanche of
Rocks and boulders
Glittering in the light
With her smile
Warming my heart
And refreshing
my life anew

©  2017 Jim Davis
Nov 2018 · 1.1k
Hello Jumbo
Jim Davis Nov 2018
He came as an orphan
June 26th, 1865
Having seen
the death of his mother
Chased and speared by a hunter

First African elephant
in Europe
At the London Zoo
All alone
in all of Europe

How he broke and wore his tusks
In the iron of his enclosure
In night pain from toothaches
From many rotten teeth
Caused by his only grass hay diet

Given whiskey and beer to calm
Shared with his keeper
Matthew Scott, a difficult man
With no close friends
But with a deep empathy for animals

Who drank whiskey
with Jumbo
Into the late, lonely night
Jumbo liked whiskey, beer
and lots of sticky buns

A problematic elephant
With a Jekyll and Hyde character
Sold for 2,000 pounds
To PT Barnum
as a star attraction

Jumbo tearing his chains away
Then sitting like a mule
Until he knew his keeper
Would also ride the boat
Across the big pond

Barnum’s Scott
Made a deal
Queen Victoria wasn’t happy
Her children had sat
And rode upon his back

Jumbomania in America
Accompanied his arrival
20 million saw him alive
Brooklyn bridge opened in 1882
A year before Jumbo arrived

Then 17 May, 1884
Twenty elephants
marched across
All the way to Brooklyn
led by Jumbo

The bridge vibrated and rebounded

In St Thomas, Ontario, Canada
was his suffering demise
The day the circus train came to town
Tom Thumb and Jumbo
Were waiting to get loaded

Perhaps bumped in the ****
By the speeding freight locomotive
Internal bleeding
and a slow death
Tom Thumb only a broken leg

Jumbo in a slow death
Scott in a slow death afterwards
Having witnessed
the last breath
Of his best friend

Photographed (a recent novelty)
just after his death in B&W
Poor dead Jumbo
Scott at his head
Weeping inconsolably

Although PT Barnum
In pure PT Barnum invention
Says Jumbo ran headfirst
Into the freight locomotive
To save his keeper and Tom Thumb

Jumbo died
at twenty-four
still young
and growing
in size and girth

His stuffed mounted skin
burned at Tufts University
except the unbroken bones
plus the end of his tail
“And this is what remains of Jumbo”

Yesterday, I saw wild elephants on the banks of the Zambezi river
near Victoria Falls
Tomorrow I’m hoping to touch Jumbo’s bones in New York City
And walk the Brooklyn Bridge

©  2017 Jim Davis
Jumbo in Swahili means Hello

Written on an UAE Emirates flight from South Africa to New York.  With all credit due for words and most phrasing to David Attenborough’s documentary.  
“Attenborough and the Giant Elephant”

A few years ago, I heard Barnum and Bailey stopped having elephants as part of their shows!
I really wondered why!
Now I really know!
Nov 2018 · 3.0k
Sardines
Jim Davis Nov 2018
Our eyes filled with wonder
Our minds twisted in change
Much like hobbits going afar
Then returning to sweet home
Our lives were changed forever

We rode slow and flew so fast
In tin cans from here and to there
Never taking off our shoes
Hardly touching the ground
Hardly touching Africa

Hiding behind camera lens
Wearing our face in masks
As a people not African black
Who worry not the future
Living easily in time’s moment

Like sardines aligned in tight
Wild creatures within confines
Electricity, steel, and wire
Tall fences stopping escape
To other worlds and realms afar

Except the leopards of night
Who easily roam across
All defined or artificial borders
Escaping cramped tin cans
Basking in Africa’s buttery light

Except for our African guide
With Christian name of Dexter
But named actually as
Tichayambuka Nekutenda
Nenyasha Chikerema

More comfortable sleeping in
Deep bush amongst beasts
Without down comforters,
perfumes, socks, or shoes
Living life in happy quiet freedom

A man raised speaking Bantu
in a small Shona tribe
Born in the Zimababwan village
Of Mutekedza in Mashonaland
East in the Chivhu Area.

From his father’s family
Given a totem of Zebra Brown
Then recited in love poem daily
by his proud mother
To affirm him as a man

Although he must also
be like the leopard
Unconfined in simple borders
Or tin can walls all around
Able to traverse the world

We as tourists were and are
Salty, smelly, near rotten sardines
I see him smile
And I laugh, and I know
Ndino ziva anorarama se  mbada


©  2017 Jim Davis
Notes:  The last line in Shona language means “I know he lives as a Leopard”
Oct 2018 · 917
THE POET
Jim Davis Oct 2018
Aleksandr Pushkin

The Poet
1827
While still Apollo isn’t demanding
Bard at the sacred sacrifice,
Through troubles of the worldly muddling
He wretchedly and blindly shuffles;
His holly lyre is quite silent;
His soul’s in the sleeping, soft,
And mid the dwarves of the world-giant,
He, perhaps, is the shortest dwarf.

But when a word of god’s commands,
Touches his ear, always attentive,
It starts – the heart of the Bard native –
As a waked eagle ever starts.
He’s sad in earthly frolics, idle,
Avoids folks’ gossips, always spread,
At feet of the all-peoples’ idol
He does not bend his proud head;
He runs – the wild, severe, stunned,
Full of confusion, full of noise –
To the deserted waters’ shores,
To woods, widespread and humming loud…  


Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, November 13, 2003
Pushkin is not listed under the Classics tab here in HP, thus I am posting this from https://www.poetryloverspage.com/yevgeny/pushkin/poet.html
Oct 2018 · 406
A Name
Jim Davis Oct 2018
I have not lived all my life
My ma and pa at the birth
misnamed me
I always say poor Curtis Melton
Died at only three days old
I am often amazed in wondering what his life would have been like

©  2017 Jim Davis
What’s in a name - shall we ever know?
To explain further ... I was named Curtis Melton for three days until my parents decided to change it - one can still see on the certificate of birth where the name is erased and typed in again!
Oct 2018 · 123
Untitled
Jim Davis Oct 2018
Drifting on a cloud
With my angel in my arms
Send me to heaven

©  2017 Jim Davis
Sep 2018 · 265
Untitled
Jim Davis Sep 2018
Oh my sweet goodness
Bright sun in Todos Santos
Warm cinnamon rolls

©  2017 Jim Davis
Aug 2018 · 364
Beggars Haiku
Jim Davis Aug 2018
In our shared end
We are all beggars of days
Wishing for riches

©  2017 Jim Davis
Inspired by my daughter’s medical school classmate making this comment during his commencement speech.  
“We are not Gods, but rather beggars of days! “
Zack Ashmore
Commencement speech - University of Texas Medical Branch
Galveston, Texas
Aug 2018 · 11.3k
How to poet
Jim Davis Aug 2018
How to poet a life away

Toss the trite learned

Skip grammar mostly too

Rhyme or not is all yours

Step to drummer unheard

Believe in life yet untold

Read a thousand times

More than you write

Live, so you will know

What you are talking about

Take wild leaps in mind

Without losing it too far

Write not only about love

Although that’s all there

Really is or really is not

Fall in some love also

More than simply once

With not only your words

But others in thought

Wishing to poet too



©  2017 Jim Davis
Aug 2018 · 259
My Life (6w)
Aug 2018 · 1.6k
A Mile
Jim Davis Aug 2018
Your life, is all you can really know
But what of other lives, other worlds

Take a piece, of the unknown world
Know life in details, the other knows

Walk a mile, in any other’s shoes
Hold to hope, while in deep blues

Drift across blue seas in their boat
Sense the slaughter of a meal goat

Ride their camel across the sands
Run from danger with waving hands

Take a look into stranger places
Feel rain striking all uplifted faces

Face the death of daughter or son
Or face the death of any loved one

Know all the agony and despair
Of a life without hope of breath’s air

Suffer the pain of the torn mind
Feel the want of the unloved kind

Glory in the love of the lost forlorn
Cherish thoughts of the freshly born

Take the mind of the loving divine
Love all, knowing all love is mine



©  2017 Jim Davis
Of course it’s been said “walk a mile in his shoes”. Then you have his shoes and have a head start!  
Aug 2018 · 200
Bad Poetry
Jim Davis Aug 2018
What do you
Do to live
To live
My dear
I try to
Write
Bad poetry
What do you
Do to live

©  2017 Jim Davis
live poetry write bad
Jul 2018 · 275
Untitled
Jim Davis Jul 2018
Asleep or awake

You are in all of my dreams

Nightmares without you

©  2017 Jim Davis
Jun 2018 · 196
Non Sense
Jim Davis Jun 2018
When could I next hear
The bird's quietness
The wind's rolling
The thunder's boom
The rain's drops

When will I ever again see
The dewdrop's glisten
The grass's green
The sunlight's beam
The flower's preen

How much longer until I smell
The rose's aroma
The perfume's bouquet
The forest's dampness
The first day of May

How many more times will I feel
The touch's tenderness
The cold's bitterness
The water's wetness
The dragon's armor

When is my next time to taste
The whiskey's bite
The meat's blood
The kisses' sweetness
The color of blue

When will I again
Sense your love and
Believe it?
As well as I believed
Those other things

©  2017 Jim Davis
Jan 2018 · 242
Chilled haiku
Jim Davis Jan 2018
chilled in Miami
a most unusual time
do egrets shiver

©  2017 Jim Davis
Brrr!
Jan 2018 · 199
Mana
Jim Davis Jan 2018
We walked to ahu
Set in stone
To stare at mo‘ai
Who also walked
To where they stood
Face to face
Now or past
Eyes uplifted to blue
White skies drifting slow
Moi and us both still
Seeing the fallen
Knowing we too
Will fall
Face down
In volcanic dust
To other worlds
Mana gone


©  2017 Jim Davis
https://imaginaisladepascua.com/en/easter-islands/rapa-nui-culture/rapa-nui-religion-and-beliefs/

The Easter Island inhabitants’ life, as well as in Polynesian cultures, was organized around their Rapa Nui religion and spiritual beliefs. These beliefs and their evolution significantly affected the course of history.

The religious rituals started from birth, when the umbilical cord was cut, and extended through their whole lives, including rituals for the first haircut, the first tattoos, initiation and coming of age rituals.

But perhaps the most important rituals, that most affected Rapa Nui art and history, were the ones associated with death. The Rapa Nui believed that their forefathers’ spirits had the ability to come to their aid in case it was necessary, since the spirit remained around his relatives for a long time before leaving for good. This spiritual energy or mana, attributed mostly to chiefs and important members of society, had the ability to influencer events for a long time.

This cult to the ancestors led to the development of a funeral ritual which consisted in wrapping the bodies in vegetable fabric and expose them to open air inside the ahu until their decomposition. Finally, the bones were washed and deposited in a funeral chamber in the same ahu, so that the spirit could reunite with its ancestors.

But above all else, the ancestor cult gave way to the most representative Easter Island characteristic, the moai. When a tribe chief or any of the important members dies, a moai was ordered to be sculpted in the Rano Raraku quarry and was later transported to its village and placed on an ahu or ceremonious altar. Once placed on its altar, the eyes and pukao were placed (a type of hat carved from red scoria), at which moment the moai obtained their mana and could exercise their power. There were more than 300 ahus on the whole island and more than 600 moai, mainly in the coastal regions and always facing their village, which it protected.

But the crisis and conflicts within the population, due to the scarcity of food, which happened between the 17th and 18th centuries, caused a decline in the moais and ancestor cult era, giving way to a new religious and political order.
Dec 2017 · 474
Leaf2 Haiku
Jim Davis Dec 2017
In the chilled noon sun
Facing spread of leaves in thought
Wait for last to fall

©  2017 Jim Davis
Dec 2017 · 263
Leaf Life
Jim Davis Dec 2017
At very first breath only
just a tiny green wee bud
Spreading out a bit bigger
Springing into love of life
Developing strong backbone
Hot sap coursing thru veins
Watching flowers of course
Doing it with bees and such
Growing through radiant sun
Living good should never end
Rustling bright in chilled wind
Sludging sap goes to slow
At those beautiful final moments
Glowing in a radiant splendor
Letting go of known anchor
Before spinning down in air
Joined again to earth’s dust
Waiting upon next to come


©  2017 Jim Davis
Nov 2017 · 1.1k
Leaf Haiku
Jim Davis Nov 2017
Leaf spinning in air
It’s time to live, now is gone
The still tree stands tall

©  2017 Jim Davis
Nov 2017 · 1.2k
Sky Thoughts
Jim Davis Nov 2017
Sky I  see, in blue, in sky, in white, in cloud
Bits of grey, scattered within, also in there
Scattered thoughts, perhaps soft pattering rain
Sounds unexpected, echo in my ears

Buzzards drift, uplifting, to warm east winds
Dragons as flies, butter as flies too
Peacock in azurite, fanned out to full
Littles aflutter, in all branches near

Winds catch soft breeze, just right, a good cool feel
Deer strolling into verdant far land
Crows with caw of a disturbed picnic lunch
Minnows dappling pond's water,  glass clear

This is sacred sight, which when I turn old
All blind, I expect, I will too soon miss
Unable to gaze, upon peace
with my squinting pair, of sky hazed blue eyes

©  2017 Jim Davis
For my father, whose eyes were beautifully blue!
Nov 2017 · 216
Why a poem
Jim Davis Nov 2017
Why write
A line
A verse
A poem

To live
Another minute
To find
My answers

To
My questions
About why
It is

What it is
And although
May not change
Gives me

Some small
Comfort in
A written
Thought

Not done really
For others
But mostly
for me

©  2017 Jim Davis
Nov 2017 · 452
Where
Jim Davis Nov 2017
If someone should ask
Where to take his ashes
Do so to the lands of his birth
Spread into sandstone waters
Where his mother and father lie
Do so on a cold windy day
Let those in view feel the bite
And celebrate they are alive
To see this glorious day
His ashes blown by the winds
His spirit rising in the sky

©  2017 Jim Davis
Sep 2017 · 211
Vicious
Jim Davis Sep 2017
Words flung as daggers
Flying through space
Flpping end over end
Stabbing deep in the heart
Wounding to near death
Killing sweet breath of Love

©  2017 Jim Davis
Sep 2017 · 334
Strands
Jim Davis Sep 2017
Holding a love
Between one
And another
Fibers unseen

Some strong
Some weak
A look alone
Can break one

A word can
Break two or three
A few words can
break forty or more

Replace those
Strands of
Love and
More in hope

For unless
New bonds
Love breaks
One falls

©  2017 Jim Davis
Aug 2017 · 1.2k
A Tiger Comes
Jim Davis Aug 2017
We thought we
had all the time
In the world
Then time's end came

Jumping on us like
A tiger in the dark
Consuming all
Taking all our life

Gnawing on the
Raw flesh and bone
Gorging on all
We thought we knew

©  2017 Jim Davis
The idea is coming from thinking about the unexpected end of a serious relationship.  Although of course, easily could be death itself!
Jul 2017 · 349
Self (10)
Jim Davis Jul 2017
Learn to live
with self
before living
with any other

©  2017 Jim Davis
Jul 2017 · 288
Leap
Jim Davis Jul 2017
The first step taken
On the other road
Another way
another path
Is difficult

Sure of time's fate
Don't go gingerly
Run as fast as you can
Leap from the edge
Into the abyss

©  2017 Jim Davis

"Don Juan and Don Genaro stepped back and seemed to merge with the darkness. Pablito held my forearm and we said good-by to each other. Then a strange urge, a force, made me run with him to the northern edge of the mesa. I felt his arm holding me as we jumped and then I was alone." ~ Carlos Castaneda, Tales of Power
My son is going through a hard time right now with Love, which is always hard!  Prompted this write!  I've been there before, and leaped!
Jul 2017 · 247
Untitled
Jim Davis Jul 2017
Leaves swirling on path
Clouds darkening past noon sky
Must seek safe refuge

©  2017 Jim Davis
Jun 2017 · 301
Last Line
Jim Davis Jun 2017
How old was he
When the poetry
Stopped
Ended
No more
Ever
From his
Thought
Will she miss
The verse
The words
The heart
Meant only
for her
Or will
She write
The last line
Of his poem

©  2017 Jim Davis
****** Jim!  Edited the original to "last line" instead of using "last verse"?  I can still change it back!
Jun 2017 · 271
Fragile
Jim Davis Jun 2017
My heart
She carries
Given to hold
Quite a long time ago
Holding all that I have
With all of it's woes
Hoping she will never trip
Over a thing in life
And spill all, plus
My woe in her hands
Breaking my heart
Into fallen little
shattered pieces
With all it's woes
Yet left to live!  

©  2017 Jim Davis
Jun 2017 · 711
Flow
Jim Davis Jun 2017
Is love like
flipping a coin
Or water-flowing
Or electrons going
Only one direction
Possible at a time

©  2017 Jim Davis
Jun 2017 · 235
Love's Remains
Jim Davis Jun 2017
Spend special moments with anyone
Moments in love, yet not lasting
Always mystery, since so hard to tell
How long the love lasts, till it ends

Like a bleached skeleton with skin
On the beach in the blowing wind
Found and seen again and again
Stumbled over again and again

Like batter left in the mixing bowl
Or crumbs from the buttered toast
Or that juice on the dinner's plate
Left from the very tasty chuck roast

Dregs of love, not worth a save
Clinging to the innocent mind
Yet, unable to clean and start
In a fresh race for new love

The misery still not yet all known
overflowing the soul in dark despair
The awakening in the hated moment
Wishing for more to die than love

©  2017 Jim Davis
Jun 2017 · 305
Ice Haiku
Jim Davis Jun 2017
Ice crumbles under feet
Heart crumbling same, facing
love's icy cold glare

©  2017 Jim Davis
Jun 2017 · 333
The View
Jim Davis Jun 2017
Come with me to the deep tan desert
In the dark, far from bright city lights
Lay outside, with any up view to sky
Feel the dry breeze across the eyes

And believe me, you must all know
I'v been there, I've almost nearly seen
Can you see the rent torn within
The curtain parted away to reveal

To actually see the world not here
Know it is there in your sight
So that when your wings sprout
And in the fading light of the days

You go flying away past the sun
Floating the new sky revealed
Entering dominions of wild dreams
Knowing answers without questions

Before you die and crumble away
Leaving only ashes of thoughts
and memories only in floating love
Have undying belief, it is really there

©  2017 Jim Davis
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