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

In our shared end
We are all beggars of days
Wishing for riches

©  2017 Jim Davis

Her eyes were the
saddest I'd ever seen
truly a mind now zombified
in earthbound remaining time
with all of an empty nothing
engulfing her forever dreams

She lost,
more than a thing or two
the loss went very deep
the core of her soul ripped away
stolen by time's unforgiving fate
absconded off by the evil one

All would agree
loss of key
or coin or such thing
really is a common trifling
but loss of all you've got
knowing will never find?

She asked not for sad fate's
sudden visit upon her time
rather always hoped keeping life
but with her whole life's blood
drained from the brittle shell
all her soul can do is wait

©  2017 Jim Davis

Poets twist, flip, and stretch words

Into an airy jumbled kind of order

Writing with exquisitely fine care

Love in all zillion brilliant colors

Bringing life to big splashes seen

Hate shown in some deviled words

Oozing, drying, dying, real blood-spill

Arranging letters, phrases, sounds

To flow like ancient fine wines

Scrumptious laid in clear outlines

Feast for all hungry searching souls

Starving for any old spirit's lifeline

Giving a little delicate morsel of

Help for loved, lost, ripped and torn

Wringing out kinda new thoughts

From nothing as it seems to some

A mortal mind's stir of hazed ideas

Attempting match of a holy's divine

Wishing a part of life to live forever

Thought of in worlds not thine own

However, all must truly truly know

The secret of a dead poet's words

Is a twisting of a simple mind into

Strange or loose shapes and forms

Leaving space for a bigger space

To hold a guiding little white light

Gift of clearing sight for the blind

©  2017 Jim Davis

It's a funny thing, it is, really for two
To live in so much misery, in love
We know each other in our minds
Like pages held within a bound book

Pages we've lived, throughout our life
Many chapters, times happy or in not
Turning the pages into a long forever
While holding, the one love we took

Knowing the other's coming words
Sometimes with just a quick glance
Finding oneself, often in bit of trouble
Without idea of what was the chance

Upset with each other over big, little
Things of really no matter, such as
A **** in the night or a quick glance at
One of the younger girls by brookside

Feels like we're always kinda living in
A little bit of raving stark madness
Left over from the big, little wrongs
Done another, such a long time ago

Wishing only soothing love strokes
Of proud Leo's ego, in constant preen
Pulling sharp thorn from limping paw
Each time need is from me, of course

Given to each other, in it's holy bond
Everything we had ever each gotten
Or wishing always to keep to oneself
Just a small little part, still in freedom

To let one of the pages go unbound
Left to float in the winds of the world
Although fully well knowing,
no doubt
Sadness within, might be all to behold

Perfection of me with you at my side
Almost, makes it really a love perfect
Yet, perfect we are not, in our love
Not even in we, as one heart beating

Having lived as one in a together
Nearly all of our aged adult lives
Never fallen completely out of love
Knowing well, we soon too must die

Not wanting to live with any other life
Knowing in more misery it may claim
And really a much truer sweet love
Might not again arise in our lost time

Let's get this all right, perfectly clear
Perfect has only been found but once
How we wish and hope, our love is as
Near perfect, before perfect is here

©  2017 Jim Davis

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

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©  2017 Jim Davis

When the traveling circus
Stops and is in town
It's really not fair
One is soon to realize
That underneath love's
big top circus tent

With the ring master's pronouncement
Over screams of the crowd
Brass band playing on
Having missed a catch, truly
Missing that moment in time

After falling down from
Spotlighted great heights in
Love's high wire flying trapeze
Fallen, crumbled, broken,
Critical, ones living on
In dire, screaming, need

Do not always jump directly
To the head of the triage line,
For repair of broken parts
(Unlike, under any medic's tent,
Where even an enemy would!)

And if actually go on surviving
The long fall amongst elephants
Jugglers, lions, tigers and such
Then joining the clown troupe
Expected to cause laughter
With painted on, really sad faces

©  2017 Jim Davis

Be loved
When you die

©  2017 Jim Davis

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

I don’t much like weddings
But nearly always they will have cake
usually punch, sometimes nuts
kissing the bride is always nice
I pretty much like all that

I also don’t much like funerals
But almost always they will have
A nice song or two, a glance at the corpse
A tear filled remembrance or three
I pretty much like only the memories

So I’ve pretty much decided
I’ll stop going to these kinds of events
weddings and funerals
Even my own
Unless I’m forced

©  2019 Jim Davis

Frankly...my dear...

© 2016 Jim Davis

First from mothers,
Then fathers,
Then friends,
Then bosses,
Then lovers,
Then children,
Then grandchildren,
Then ourselves,
Then God,
The only one of matter!

©  2017 Jim Davis

Finally... she destroyed his poetry