Shoot for the stars
The ones
You cannot see
They are out there
Faith is the proof
Of the unseen

Don't fret over
Silly perfection
God always lets weeds
amongst his roses
More attractive to
Bees, birds,
And butterflies

Worry not
for morrow's arrival
And watch your
Load of baggage
Traveling lightly
As I have told
Your brother

Love all you do
Take love too
For it will
Guide you
Straight outta
Any kinda hell

©  2017 Jim Davis

Keep your moonbeams
On the top shelf
Within reach
But high

Hold fast to
The spider's strand
It will lead you
From it's lair

You cannot take your  
Things with you
Thus it pays
To always travel light

Cling to those
Who love you
They will guide you
Through the night

©  2017 Jim Davis

Heard on the
News today
A lady saying
Our forefathers
Were not citzens
She is right
They were subjects
Under tyranny
And that is why
We are citzens
Although now
Of a revile nation

© 2017   Jim Davis

Clever is she
Sculpting and molding
her time in reality
Twisting a few words
Into a smile or a tear

Dreaming a better place
Without cracked
hearts and minds
Aside from hers
Almost cleaved

Word follows word
moment follows moment
In time or rhyme
Often a jumble
At times sublime

Continually striving
For that poem of
One last word

© 2017 Jim Davis

I'm done
The words not there
The well is dry
What to do
What to do

Do all know,
the agony of,
the parched soul,
of the time,
of never raining

Where does,
the rain abide,
released by storms,
deluges bringing,
undesired by many

Hope for rain,
dance for rain,
leaping into clouds,
ascending, grasping,
for the rain

Please Lord,
Send a gentle rain,
water for the flowers,
of the soul
Pray for rain
Pray for rain

© 2017 Jim Davis

Her name was Beauty
She was all the rage
Flashing and flaunting
Attracting the deranged
Lasting only a moment
Returned to ashes again

© 2017 Jim Davis

My heart stops
In my throat
How is this
Possible
I ask
Not believing

The moment
Has struck
The eyes
Give me
A pathway
To my own soul

She stands there
Not perceiving
Only later
Does she confirm
She may have
a stopped heart also.  

© 2016 Jim Davis

Blue is the best color
The water of the ocean
The water of the sky
Why in this world
Should I have to lie

Blues in all hues
Coloring waters
Coloring sad souls
Creating music
When feeling like dying
Although never more alive

However, what of the next
World that will come
Colors of sky
Colors of sea
Can you imagine
What they will be

Kalish perhaps, or ******
Or hooloovoo all the lot
Or another color
I'm sure it will be
Unknown to now, although
A color of astonishment to see

The streets are of gold
The light always shines
God's glory fills all space
But still left to wondering
What color of the heavens
And oceans deep for pondering

Is the grass grue or bleen
Or made of little blades
Of rainbows all around
Once twirled upon
Sparkling like jewels
In the most lavish of crowns

Wondering now,
Imaginings now
Finding out soon enough
Once we die and then rise
Blinded by God's colors
Through all of his eternity

© 2016 Jim Davis

Unexpected things
Sound of a frog leaping in
Love's stab of a heart

© 2017 Jim Davis

Still all in the fight
Teeth raking at flesh and bone
Vultures soaring wait

© 2017 Jim Davis

When black swans sleeping
After the dark, lonely night
Awake to the light

© 2017 Jim Davis

The spark of the soul
The shine of the eye
The twinkle known
The rainbow in the storm

Young and bold
Old and cold
Matters not
All infused
With the nectar
of vital force

Eventually,
at the last
and final end

Quickly
Snuffed as a candle

Or slowly
smoldering as a coal

The breath of life goes

With all gone
Only the spark left to rise

© 2016 Jim Davis

Lives lived,
Lives loved,
Lives scattered by the time winds.
83? 84? appeared again!
Over 500, counting spirits!

Kids, parents & grandparents.
We were those
and had those!
Now we have those
and are those!

Long looks, winks, and glances,
Some for the first time!
Shame on you old people!
Some repeated again,
from the first grade.

Stories told! Stories untold!
Lies and truths by perspective.
All intriguing, wish I knew all!
Could write a book!
An abundance of belly!
And belly laughs!

Remember when?  
Barely!  
Was I there?  
Yes, without a doubt.
We all were there!

Some loves long lost
Some long loves not lost
But brought along.
For some, it is,
Thank Goodness both ways!

Paths taken,
to the present.
Some purposefully.
Most not!
All in the rearview now.

Popular?  Did it really matter?
Smart?  Maybe not so much!
Athletic?  Ouch!  It hurts now!
Pretty boy? Pretty girl?  That's gone!
Loved?  Yes, that's important!

Some lost their flip.
Others brought their flop,
and showed it.  
Dragged Main, but now the mainframe!
LOL!  Wait!  What's LOL?
Ya know, ****, LMMFAO, ROTFLMAO!

Cruising that four lane thoroughfare,
Around and around,
Der Weinerschnitzel to Sante Fe.
Doing it every time we return.
Feels the same, if you do the dips slow!    

I had a baby!  Might be my baby!
Nixon bombs babies!  
Draft done.  Some of us captured anyway.
Crazy world then, and to come!
God bless the babies!

A night or two together.
A picnic lunch in history,
We were some of that history.
Not about me,
But about we.

Those gone?
39?  Too many?
We are too!
Gone! Just the same!
Too soon!

Capture it! With a photo?
Hold it!
Treasure it!
Until we meet again!
Don't step in it!

© 2015 Jim Davis

Quick lives painted,
By the yellows, reds, and blues.
Colorful lives they were,
Intensely hued in shades.
Kaleidoscope lives.

Chromatic colors of this world,
Not the next.  Although,
Flashes of heaven seen,
Built on moments,
Of crazy subdued!

Essences of bright colors
brought to bear,
For love, against hate.
A spark among mediocrities,
Starting blazes to change worlds.

Splashes of color,
In a darkening sky.
Fireworks streaking to explode,
Falling, extinguished,
Lacking flame for going on.

With their absence,
A vista left more dreary,
Yet carried to the next world,
A sparkle of color heaven gained,
Giving God a smile.

© 2016 Jim Davis

Love in words, 
Laid on paper, 
Dying as snared rabbits, 
Struggling and losing life, 
As they fall from the mind.

The truest meaning hidden
Behind a reality, 
Of black and white,
And the starkness of lives,
Facing the mundane.

Searching for truer words,
Each time,
To express a love, 
Greater than earthly words,  
Can convey.  

Searching for fleeting thoughts, 
Like fireflies flashing, 
In an early darkness.
Captured for the jar,
To behold with wonder! 

Searching for words, 
Unique as snowflakes, 
Enough needed, 
For a glacier, 
To fill the valley void.  

Searching for meaning,
In three decades of time,
Lived apart and together.
Like torrents of rivers,
Joined in the sea!

A letter and a love 
that holds fast,
And will last, 
And last, and last,
Until words of heaven come! 

© 2016 Jim Davis

A pretty little
Red tinged bird
was killed today

Struck by the truck
It rolled fluttering
Along the road
In it's death

I did not stop
my journey
Although I'm sure
God paused his tasks

For a moment
To welcome
Into his heavens
The pretty little bird

© 2016 Jim Davis

Under the shine of the moon,
Hand in hand on the strand,
Listening to the subtlest of sounds,
Of hearts and minds entwined,
And lives tangled together,
With the moon's passings.

A glance, a wink, a blown kiss,
A mist, a vapor,
Disappearing time traces.
Brief fleeting things,
Brought to memory,
In times as this!

A touch, a rub, an embrace,
Whispered words loudly heard.
A sweet mash of lips,
Leading to luscious heights,
With throes of ecstasy,
While standing in dreamy repose.

A fresh love grown old,
Tempered like finest steel,
Against life's arrows and flames,
A love to press on,
Till breath is gone,
And the shine is no more.

© 2016 Jim Davis

Red painted blue
White painted black
What if colors
Were easy as snap

Could we agree
Then on a color
Of no matter
One of all, all of one

Of one, in the sun
Appearing the same
Only showing any color
In the dark

A color seen
As God only sees
With the devil
To disagree

Would we then
Have discovered one
Of the colors of Love
The color of Peace

© 2016 Jim Davis

A place on the Blanco
would be his
strawberries and cream
A no worries place
with caretakers
as nature and time

A place with
thicket and tumble
where creatures,
including him
can hide from
this world's ruckus

A place for rest
from endurance
and facing the fear
of a world of crazy
although crazy in a
good way too

A place where he
could watch the
tiniest little birds
learning to name them
other than
tiniest little birds

A place where
he would do
none wrong
yet take no ****
A place with
clear firing lanes

A place where
Love flows like water
and hate infuses none
A place where dogs
and cats never tussle
and children run to laugh

A place of peace and calm
A place of rest and dreams
A place and a thought
to dwell upon
and imagine
all the possibility

© 2017 Jim Davis