Is love like
flipping a coin
Or water-flowing
Or electrons going
Only one direction
Possible at a time

©  2017 Jim Davis

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

Ice crumbles under feet
Heart crumbling same, facing
love's icy cold glare

©  2017 Jim Davis

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

I have another little house in back
A kinda smallish, white brick place
On a smallish flat hill with front facing
A small, greenish, kinda deep pond

Where I hang all the time in thought
Big piece of my kinda smallish heart
Built first for our loved sweet Mamau
Before us leaving her ashes in winds

In the small pasture, across the way
Surrounding, and beyond green pond
Bucks, does, mares, squirrels, foals
Scamper away, a big part of each day

None live there in long roots, you see
Coming, going, only by arrangement
I keep the place up, ***** and span
Decorating so as she would much like

Lots of lace in doilies, edges, or such
Victorian era mostly, in all very much
People, families, kids all come and go
But when none are staying night over

Then I'll often sit the porch awhile
Watching dragonflies fly and such
Then when the evening sun turns late
I'll stiffly rise to ring the front doorbell

Knowing she would, but can't answer
And I'll go on past threshold, till then
Hollering out, in loud, to ring the clear
"Ma, I'm home, again"

To eat some good gnocchi or such
And take a bit of rest, from the wife
Sorry, I meant of course, a rest
From this rough, tumbling, hard life

©  2017 Jim Davis

Go
as far
as often
as hard
as you can

©  2017 Jim Davis

A poem a day
Helps keep
Despair away!
But
I tried getting high
I tried getting low
Still, words hardly flow
Looking for life's sight
Before the life light fades
Life becoming all shorter
All night comes nearer
Glow gone to where
In time I don't know
Patient in wait
For soul's life
In one more write

©  2017 Jim Davis

As the meadowlark
Singing after fresh spring rain
Poets need the same

©  2017 Jim Davis

Just when life most grand
Death saying, "Now, I almost
Forgot about you"

This was prompted today by a tiny (one and a half pound), cute Yorkie puppy named Chance.  He came in to the EC after being sick at home with vomiting and diarrhea.  He was collapsed, nearly unconscious, ghostly pale, blood glucose of 28 mg/dl, scratching at death's edge.  We stuck catheter in bone and we brought him back.  He was doing well through the long night, jumping up to greet me, wagging his tail.  Just as I was ready to go home, off my shift, he cried out a big whimper, and fell over dead.  We tried to revive him, to bring life again, however, same as any of us, death had it's last say!

©  2017 Jim Davis

A turn of the phrase
can turn the mind
Opening it
to before unknowns
Never to return
To it's original shape
And squeezed limitations.

©  2017 Jim Davis

Symbolism, metaphor, similitude
whatever for
Why not just come
right out and say it?
Well,
it's
been said before!

©  2017 Jim Davis

God has the final answer

©  2017 Jim Davis

Can one stay serpent's toxic poison
Arisen from words in mind's air
Words said in haste or in hate
Seeping through mind's darkest lairs

Entombed in not ever forgotten
Slashing heart or brain crushing
Life as one left out in the rain
Soggy, wet, miserable, cur soul

How much more in life of suffering
Like millstone hung, dropping deep
Drowning thoughts, ******* all air
Only waiting upon a forgiving word

©  2017 Jim Davis

Take a short dance, in my strong arms tonight
Let's move over there, bit more in moonlight
Now think about the days, which we could rhyme
Discussing more, than bad weather or time

Will we live a charmed life, in cottage hence
Garden surrounding, with white picket fence
Bouncing kids with their dogs,  playing all day
Within sun, with sprinkler's yard wide cool spray

Will we grace, our kids in names simple like
Bob or Sue or such, maybe even Mike
Our dogs and cats called, as Spot, or Rover
Or Kitty, to see romping sweet clover

Will we hang our hopes, on the moon's high blue
Take leaps of love, forever as love true
Seeing heaven's path, in each other's eyes
Giving in soul, without living in lies

Will your protecting, soul angels alight
To also watch, and guide my darkest  night
Will they fill with loving grace, my lost heart
Holding it all, as yours, never to part

Will we trust to fall, at sun's fading light
Into each other's arms, to say good night
Will we wake up, to each other's alive
Hoping on hope, the other cannot die

Will we love to forever, in sweet long dreams
Will we escape dark pits, hardly in screams
Will we carry baggage, lighter than mice
Will we soar our world, in bliss, maybe twice

Passing grand beauty views, sights seen by few
None surpassed by sight, of other's sweet view
Eyes as passage, to dreams in each other
Colors of sweet life, lived as none other

If not,
At least,
let us dance,
tonight away

©  2017 Jim Davis

I think
I've written
Poetry
My entire life
Thoughts dropped
In dark crevices
Quietly dormant
Catalyzed to
Blazing luminescence
Then airy effervescence
Bubbles incandescent
Rising lost thoughts
Awaiting discovery
Ahead of any
Chance of
Death *****'s
Pop to nothingness

©  2017 Jim Davis.

Love is touching me
No
Love is touching you

Love is to be held
No
Love is to hold

Love is kissing me
No
Love is kissing you

Love is taking
No
Love is giving

Love is angry
No
Love is happy

Love needs
No
Love provides

Love waits a minute
No
Love waits an eternity

Love takes away
No
Love gives away

Love holds firm
No
Love gives way

Love argues
No
Love agrees

Love laughs at
No
Love weeps for

Love takes two
No
Love gives all to one

Love is
No
Love is
YES!  

©  2016 Jim Davis

Take a large map
Of your world
Hold it where
You see clearly
Take a pencil
Point to the place
You want to be
Go ahead
Make your mark
Make your world
How it should be

©  2017 Jim Davis

Sand in my toes
Can't get it out
Five tours
Does that to you

Sand in my mouth
Can't get it out
Five tours
Does that to you

Sand in my nose
Can't get it out
Five tours
Does that to you

Sand in my ears
Can't get it out
Five tours
Does that to you

Sand in my eyes
Can't get it out
Five tours
Does that to you

Sand in my brain
Can't get it out
Five tours
Does that to you

Five tours
Out
With a bang
Does that to you

©  2017 Jim Davis.

I exist
Because of you

©  2017 Jim Davis

As winds blowing through
Unless I am a mind's thought
How can I exist

For where would a flower's sweet beauty be, without me to  see

Of course then, as also I think

Where would sweet me be without
Flower's sweet beauty to see

Could also so easily say

Where would sweet me be without
All your sweet beauty to see

©  2017 Jim Davis

A flower's beauty
Lives not within earthly realms
Only within dreams

Also love, as things unseen
Lives forever, floating me

©  2017 Jim Davis

As May's flowers rise
Nothing seems more sad aside
A love's find of hate

©  2017 Jim Davis

The hardest part about growing up?  It's that you do!

I only want to me

©  2017 Jim Davis

A dog needs to know
His place now, ya hear
Don't need to be wandering
Like them cur, mangy
yellow big dogs
Looking for any piece of meat
Settling for any ***** in heat

Stay at home old Blue, let thee
Not wander, broad unlit streets
Wandering all out, in and through
Those fogged, fading, moonlit nights
Searching for pretty, yet untrue, light

I see thee quite often
With thee fed and bed
more often than me
With me at times, only offered
Just a wee bit of butter on old bread

Stay in your own big little yard
With green grass, as all and me
Know really, in fact, it is not
Greener over there, until we all
Reach the wilder, other side

Water, board, and room are really
Nearly all free, to partially quench,
unquenched thirst, to still roam
Just stay always, with your
Lovely *****, at your sweet home

©  2017 Jim Davis

Should I not cut grass
or ****, taking lives only
trying to get sun?

©  2017 Jim Davis

I breathe the warm winds
for your arousing scent to
trigger release in my mind
to remember all your aromas
  
I taste the so sweet
in the still, soft moment
hoping to satisfy
my hunger in desire for you

I wait upon the enveloping
touch of your luscious body
all as another skin
enshrouding all of mine

I pray for clear sight again
of your smile sent to me
like a thrown lifesaver to
one drowning in love's sea

I listen for your love whispers
only once again more
assuring me of sender's return
of my forever love of you

I imagine your swift return
for a few more fleeting moments
of precious fading time
in my arms again soon

©  2017 Jim Davis

Ya know
I think I'll
Just shut up
All that I say
Since always
So seems
Sharp retort
Unexpected
Always heads
Directly my way
May be safer
Not to give
All my opinion
As it seems
Of no matter
Perhaps I'll argue
Only with myself
Like those on the
Top floor
Psyche ward
Seem to do
They've got it
Figured out
Eventually I'll
Figure it
Out too
At least to me
I can be
Quite nice

©  2017 Jim Davis

Some friends of mine
lost their daughter's fresh beauty
Others, a young son's raw courage
I say lost, but not lost as key or coin
They know where to find them
Neath headstones, marking graves

Each day awake, living, not to forget
The one who rests the sleep of dead
The life, the light, to grasp upon in
Our ancient lives, hard paths to come
As end of days, were to come near
Instead, in old age, in shadows live

Lost in sight, yet never lost to mind
Such weight to bear in life remaining
Why does such fate arise while alive
Hope on hope in selfish thought
Never, oh never, my birthed loves
To first part, cruel world, for paradise

Life, has sure tragedy, one must bear
No head bowed or knees fallen in
humble request for answered prayers
Although prayers are what saves best
Those lost in life, in loss of their own
As who would know best, than him

©  2017 Jim Davis

Seems when poets start
Writing a bit of poetry
They also write
about writing poetry
They also often write
about not writing poetry
No other artist, has it so good

©  2017 Jim Davis

I have a sweet home, where I softly live
Thankful, with the big loves, all who still live
Loves not lost to time or failed in trust
Expected to last forever, they must

I have an idea, in some long ponder
To live on, just a bit, in time longer
Impossible! you say quickly to me
Well, let me explain, how it's so easy

I have a long hallway, in view, without art
At my home, where I lay my feeble heart
Blank walls there now, with absolute nothing
I'm really considering, for something

Hanging a few, framed and held in clear glass,
Poems mine, arisen from clear blue, mind gas
How long will they stay hung on a line
To seep into loved, a little light shine

At least possible, I hope, till I die
Then, I hope, at least my words left, will fly
Alighting in those, I had so so loved
Who read them in quiet, then sense a heart moved

Words that were thought finely written, by line
Thoughts that were in time, almost all of mine
Carrying tunes to not forget, ringing
Within their minds, forever lingering

Also to show to all their gifted,  young kind
Phrases from a deep in thought, poetic mind
And then, I may live a bit in longer
In many houses, with loves held stronger

Thoughts, in their still time, in quiet reflection
Happy thoughts, to drown those of depression
Holding a part of me, not gone rotten
And be a little more, unforgotten.

©  2017 Jim Davis

Watching paired black geese
Flying in cold winter winds
Each as me, one love

Grazing the edges of deep shadows
Pushing away the darkness unseen
Hoping any little light, to guide one
Through any coming Hell, between
Now and journey's arrival to then

©  2017 Jim Davis

Fiery pismire lair
Harm of none, yet I poison
Still does Lord forgive

Kevan Fuchs died today in his sleep
In a similar way as his father of one
And actually, also my father did too
Of those bitter, big cancer scourges
Which always come in unexpected
In this short enough life, a bit early

I've known him ever since first, when
We were knee high to Dad's shotgun
Throughout our small neighborhood
We would all roam to see and look
For ***** toads and such other fun
Without any known end in our sights

We often, came all together, at once
In his parent's, little Clovis back yard
In the under ground, in our deep dug
Wild little clubhouse of our new pride
Approved by our jealous Dad's stare
Made all by ourselves, with great care

Eight by eight, with three feet of deep
Shagged carpet floors, walls around
And places to hide stuff with those
**** magazines we wished to remain
Unseen by our parents, although they
Surely lived through similar wild times

Black lights , fluorescent mod posters
Fans to cool, while there in the deep
Kept the place comfy, from several
Hot summers in New Mexico's heat
Staying nights over, in conspiracy we
Came colluding, while hoping no fame

This place was our place, of known
Refuge from all of the big crazy, with
Frightening world still yet to come
Giving us our youngest freedoms
And also so much being in trouble
As kinda neighborhood hoodlums

Far up his Dad's, tall, two-way radio tower
One of us in care would climb
With binoculars to see the dark night
With our pair of walkie talkies held
Warn the others, carousing around
Of any plight, in appearing headlights

Kevan's brother, still alive,  Keith
My other brother by another,  Buddy
Also at first, a weird guy, named Chris
One other member, as second cousin
Who actually, was my very first kiss
When it was hard to aim, lips to miss

All bound as one, by made up signs
And part of something called PSO
Which, if you don't know well, what it
Truly means, then you were definitely
Not a part of the so very high bliss
Which we suffered through so often

Kevan's true nature is clearly proven
Finally, most completely, at his end
In the nature of his wonderful loving
All his family, who also so loved him
And all those other parties to trouble
Who also so loved, really all of him

©  2017 Jim Davis

Where do our souls within arise
from whence does one's soul come
Is our soul hatched from underneath
Or born alive, yet hidden by the sun
Or are we like our God, I am,
and will forever always be

Always there
And always was there
Coming with the beginning
And lasting until no end
Love defined, love for all
Gifted to all, actually for free

Anyway, Is there a carrier of souls
Down from the heavens above
Angels with wings perhaps or
Unimaginable stuff flying from there
Or perhaps there is some soul ***
Where two can easily become three

Romancing all those new souls
I want a little part in that adventure
Some of us could soon enough see
Our first date in heaven's long bliss
Doing nothing, swinging and singing
Praises of glory in all different ways

One more slim chance of a kiss
Can one start to kinda imagine
How great that will all eventually be
That alone may give ugly ole me
Ecstasy's sweet heavenly bliss

©  2017 Jim Davis