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Jim Davis Apr 2017
Walking in dry sands
Time without rain to quench thirst
Hope one drop of love
Jim Davis Jun 22
name this worst cruelty
is it that
which comes from love
is it that
which doesn't end
is it that
which engulfs me
is it that
which pulls one over
is it that
edge of the abyss
is it that
first second of eternity

©  2024 Jim Davis
A bit dark... ya I know... but I'll be OK... hope also  you ... will be OK
Jim Davis May 2017
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.
Jim Davis Jun 2017
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
We now rent out the place on AirBnB (Mamau's). All who stay there love the place!  I forgot to paste last stanza previously, and renamed again from Mamau's to Dog House!
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
Jim Davis Dec 2019
Don’t form opinions on yourself
Based on opinions of others

©  2019 Jim Davis
Kinda stole the idea... and it doesn’t rhyme... but ... I love it!
Jim Davis Apr 2017
Do you want to do mi?

©  2017 Jim Davis
Submission 6 words #npmmicro
Jim Davis Aug 2019
Touching you softly
to know
my dream lives
as you

©  2019 Jim Davis
Dream Dreaming Touch Touching
Love Loving Live Lving
Jim Davis Jun 2017
Is my greatest nemesis
He or she or they
Or someone
Known all too well
As only me

Me not taking
Dreams to true
As easily could
If not for me
Holding them trapped

Dreams carried
As creatures
In a little sack
Glowing bright
With drawstrings
Pulled tight

Dreams given
only to me
By the one above
Hung round the neck
Carried year after year

Heavy as millstones
Pulling one down
To the depths in despair
If only thrown far and free
Would take flight to reality

Dreams brought to being
Formed to true
In the time left
Minute by minute
From raindrops of do

Tear open the sack
Throw the dreams far
Taking me with them
To those places of happy
Waiting patiently for me

©  2016 Jim Davis
Jim Davis May 2017
I exist
Because of you

©  2017 Jim Davis
Jim Davis Apr 2017
Mommy loved Daddy
Then me

©  2017 Jim Davis
Jim Davis Aug 2019
Crushed love leaves a fading scent
Much like crushed roses

©  2019 Jim Davis
Such is the sweet aroma of sorrow!
Jim Davis Oct 12
in and out...
within seconds of time...
now... now not... now...
petals falling...
till no more...
hung...
flower...
still seen?

© 2024 Jim Davis
Jim Davis Aug 2019
Much like dancing fireflies
Thoughts of you light my dark

©  2019 Jim Davis
Jim Davis Mar 2017
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
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
Jim Davis Aug 2019
...
...
I stand and look at you
...
A tree consumed by
Heated arguments
And many winters of a cold hate
Ash from burnt leaves of love
Falling, blows away with the breeze
Leaving a bare limbed skeleton
Blackened by the fire snd sun
Truly an ugly beast
which will
Not live
Until spring has arrived again

©  2019 Jim Davis
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
Jim Davis Apr 2017
There is a place in my garden
Where I let things freely grow
Never tasting sickle, rake, or ***
A place planted by God's hands
Not mine you see
Always fascinated how his garden
Is always much prettier than mine

©  2017 Jim Davis
Submitted for HP theme today - #hands
Jim Davis Jun 2017
Go
as far
as often
as hard
as you can

©  2017 Jim Davis
My family likes to travel!
#go
Jim Davis May 2017
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
Poetry poets writing
Jim Davis Jun 2017
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
Jim Davis May 2017
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
Prompted by a deer grazing along edge of a tree's dark shadow!

Favorite quote - "If you're going through hell, keep going." Winston Churchill
Read more at: https://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/w/winstonchu103788.html
Jim Davis Mar 2017
Unexpected things
Sound of a frog leaping in
Love's stab of a heart

© 2017 Jim Davis
Oops, I had to edit and add  ("in") to the second line.

Of course, a tribute
To the great poet Bashō
Jim Davis Mar 2017
Walking in lonesome
Through a winter's woods, hoping
Melt of heart in ice

©  2017 Jim Davis.
Couldn't resist tribute to the Great Hank Williams
Jim Davis May 2017
The hardest part about growing up?  It's that you do!
Jim Davis Jun 2019
Scrounging local garage sales... near ten years past... I had found a flat, welded iron, rusty seahorse... 3 feet high... with a good seahorse shape and poise... edges welded and cut... after the haggle... twenty-five dollars..... perfectly added to my estate... covered rust in gold sheen... mounted upon a tree... to greet all comers... with a seahorse kiss!    
     Seller said it was made by the same artist... of the turtle lady statue... to be found in Corpus Christi!  Asked if I had seen it... my reply... No, but I liked the seahorse piece! He expounded... the artist... only had one leg... but was a surfer... well known for this trait... in Corpus Christi!  
     After I had mounted the seahorse... upon it's tree...I did an internet search... looking for anything about the one-legged surfer artist of Corpus Christi!  Found... nothing!  
     End of May, 2019... visiting my sister, Donna... we were wandering Corpus Christi!  She guided us to the surf museum... not knowing the story... of the one-legged surfer artist... creator of my mounted seahorse!  
     Girl at the front desk... Kyla... real nice and friendly... told her about the seahorse and questioned her... she didn’t know... she never heard of a surfer with one leg or the turtle lady statue!  Looking at us just a bit strangely... one legged surfer???
      Donna and I... started our stroll through the small museum!  Along the right side... stood a long row of surfboards... I’ve never surfed... but I was imagining trying it with just one leg!  
      Anyhow... I didn’t really stop to read or look in any detail at any of the exhibits until I reached the back... there was a glass case... which had a piece of simple letter paper...  8.5x11... taped to the front of the glass cabinet!  I started in reading the last paragraph...

     “Welch, 53, and his wife, Chelsea Louise, 23, died September 15, 2001, when their car plunged off the edge of South Padre Island’s Queen Isabella Causeway, which partially collapsed after a string of barges crashed into the bridge’s support pilings!

     Thought to myself... Wow... Who is this guy???  I jumped up to the middle paragraph...

     “Welch lost one of his lower legs in an auto accident in the 1970s, but he kept surfing with a prosthesis.  He wore a peg-like prosthesis at first, then got one with a foot.  He won the prosthesis division of the United States Surfing Championships on South Padre Island in 1998.”

     In the glass case was a welded metal sculpture of a beach scene... with waves, palm trees, and all!  The piece did have some resemblance in style to my seahorse sculpture!  Also, there was a picture on top of the case... of Harpoon Barry... striking a muscular, no shirt pose... in his tattoo shop... his torso covered in tattoos!  
    
     “It is said... he was on the verge of suicide after losing his leg. In one interview with the San Antonio Express News in 1992 he said;  "I may not make it to heaven, but you can be sure I made no deals with the devil to get where I'm at now, "  Looking down at his false leg stretched out in front of him, Welch said quietly: "It is a real empty feeling when you put one of these on for the first time, especially if you are an adult on your own. And your mama'a not there and your daddy's not there, and the people in the hospital tell you, 'This is the best it's going to get.  I made my first leg myself, out of Hi-C cans. I couldn't wait for my leg to get finished. I wanted to walk. I guess I got the idea from the Tin Woodsman in 'The Wizard of Oz.' That leg actually worked pretty well!”

     I had found my one-legged surfer artist!  I walked towards Donna... who was already half-way leaving the museum...  I hollered to her... she just had to come see this ... “I think I found the one-legged surfer!”  She had recently had partial knee replacement... and was hobbling!  She said if I was fooling her... she better not walk back all that way for nothing!! She came back to the glass case... we read through the letter in it’s entirety!  
     Then we went... and told Kyla at the front desk... she again looked at us again a bit strange... but then reluctantly left her post to go with us to take a look... she was then astounded!  Said she never knew about the one-legged surfer... although she had worked at the museum for several years!  Said there were also a couple metal sculptures... at the front of the museum... she thought were also done... by Harpoon Barry!  We took pictures of those also!  

In the letter we also read...

     “Welch had numerous tattoos and body piercings.  He wore a tiny 14 carrot gold harpoon through one ******.  That is how he got his nick name according to a friend, Scott Gangel.”  

     "I am a unique, self-made sensation!” he said matter-of-factly... in the interview with the Express News!  
    
     It's been 18 years since eight people died when South Padre Island's Queen Isabella Memorial Causeway collapsed... sending 11 people into the water below... four days after the 9/11 attacks!  A string of tow barges had struck the supporting pilings!  A section of the roadway had collapsed...
     I promised Kyla... I would donate my seahorse piece to the museum upon my death!  I only hope my death... is as grand as Harpoon Barry’s plunge into the Gulf of Mexico with his young wife!  Wonder what they were doing during the plunge... what was Barry doing... yelling Yippee Ki Yay... or Surf’s up... Dude!!!... maybe???  
    
Surfed waves on one leg
Young wife... crazy life... grand death
Harpooned by Barry

©  2019 Jim Davis
I doubt I could ever match his life!  !  Though...  someday... I might get a tattoo... or two... or a harpoon piercing... perhaps in a ******! Also... still looking for the turtle lady statue!
Jim Davis Mar 2017
Have you helped a butterfly ever
Fragile, delicate, creatures are they
Fluttering bravely, through tempest
Hoping life, til morrow's winds

Entrance to life as tiny things
Growth to most ugly well defined
(During those caterpillar days)
Morphed to beautiful in wonders

Sometimes, passing by, our lives
With barely, hardly, any notice
Although, if we stop, to closely look
Discover, they are the coolest

Searching woods, field, prairie
For life's, delicate, bright, flowers
Giving sustenance, as sweet nectar
For life's wing, and heart beats

Mostly, their life is some shorter
Than the average span of time
Although, some, like some of us
Live only no more, of a moment

Knocked out of the world's air
Often, by hard blows unseen
Without care, we remark
They're just lying there, still

Whilst some soar, as eagles
Or buzz, like bees and wasps
Some of us, are blissfully happy
Simply butterflies, floating through

Pause,,, your hectic busy days
Take a moment, be a flower today
Give out a bit of life's sweet nectar
To butterflies, aloft in the winds

©  2017 Jim Davis
“What lies before us and what lies behind us are small matters compared to what lies within us. And when you bring what is within out into the world, miracles happen.” – Henry David Thoreau
Jim Davis Jan 2020
My heart beats... for you

©  2020 Jim Davis
Jim Davis Oct 2023
We touched antiquities...
as relics in memories...
in poetically sorrowful times...
gobbling...
Thessaloniki, Kalabaka, Patka, Mykonos, Delos, Santorini climes
Stood whereon Paul preached...
Phillip's Alexander lived to die...
far before Lord Byron romanticized
Ferried blue and white seas...
flapping blues and whites in skies
Prowled upon Holstein grounds...
amongst surreal beings, windmills, cats, drifting sails and olive pounds
Whilst grasping threads of life...
with love's memories...
losing all to time

©  2023 Jim Davis
Continuing my poem "Touching" with a trip to Greece
Jim Davis Oct 2019
Heard that big C word today
Didn’t realize how really big it was
But it is.... big....quite big
And it is what it is
Or as said in Spanish
S O C K S
Spelling it out to say
“That’s what it is”
or simply
it is what it is
Anyway...
life took a careening turn
Today...
observing more of life
Trying...
to be more kind to others
Although there are no others
Just me
And it is what it is
Still tearing at life’s flesh
with teeth and claws
Living what life is left
while it’s left...
while it’s left....
live!  

©  2019 Jim Davis
PSA elevated
-I’ll shut up now - already TMI.
LOL.
I recently wrote “The Rising Sun” perhaps with premonition!  We’ll see what happens... we’ll see!

Questioner: How are we to treat others?

Ramana Maharshi: There are no others.
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!
Jim Davis Oct 2019
Hi
may I
have your heart
you could have mine
if such was so... then we might never part

©  2019 Jim Davis
My first tetractys poem!   Thanks annh for the introduction to this poetry form!  

From Wikipedia:
“In English-language poetry, a tetractys is a syllable-counting form with five lines. The first line has one syllable, the second has two syllables, the third line has three syllables, the fourth line has four syllables, and the fifth line has ten syllables.[13]”

The tetractys was created by Ray Stebbing, who said the following about his newly created form:

"The tetractys could be Britain's answer to the haiku. Its challenge is to express a complete thought, profound or comic, witty or wise, within the narrow compass of twenty syllables.[14]
Jim Davis Dec 2019
Careful...
beauty is sometimes ugly...
dancing at a masquerade  ball!
Ya never know... till ya know!  So the beauty within any person... is always a nice discovery! So... I’ll argue against the world and say... beauty... is more than skin deep! And a truly ugly person... sometimes wears a mask of beauty!  Be careful... what one looks for in a person or a mate!
Jim Davis May 2017
Why would you say
Such a mean thing, as that
Blows my mind totally
A little,
Every time, you do that

And I know, as usual
What you said, in haste
You can't very easily
Regret,
To take, much of it all back

You know sometimes
Actually, you say, you
Are not really
Sure,
Of anything, much true

Of course,
I do so much, love you
And I can't in no earthly way
Take,
Any part, of that much back

And, not much, in doubt
Is my much love of you
My dear, you know I write
Long,
Love poetry, only of you

You see our love is one special, unlike
All those other loves not,
Lasting for all
Time
Surely you love, all of me too!  


©  2017 Jim Davis
The hidden is all the 4th lines combined.
A little
regret
sure
take
long
time
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
Jim Davis Aug 2019
hummingbird boy
seeking
hummingbird girl
(seeking only a long summertime of hum
sipping dark red flowers and then some)

summer hummingbird
hummingbird hummingbird
hummingbird unfurls
hummingbird whirs
hummingbird twirls
twirling hummingbird
twirl twirl hummingbird
hummingbird whirls
whirling hummingbird
whirl whirl hummingbird
hummingbird pearls
pearls of hummingbird
pearl hummingbird pearl
humming hummingbird
hum hum hummingbird
hummingbird hummingbird
humming hummingbird
hummingbird bird hums
hum hummingbird hum
fuming hummingbird
fume fume hummingbird
hummingbird fumes
watching... waiting
for any hummingbird girl
humming hummingbird
hummingbird summer

Heard hummingbird’s whir
Within a bright summer day
A whir... now... heart beats

©  2019 Jim Davis
An experiment now - posting the poem again!   I posted this poem yesterday / did not get any likes/loves/comments - nothing?  Didn’t think it was that bad... but beauty is in the eyes of the beholder!  Just sorta strange that my last few poems have trended... but this one - nothing!  Anybody out there??
Jim Davis Jun 2017
Ice crumbles under feet
Heart crumbling same, facing
love's icy cold glare

©  2017 Jim Davis
Jim Davis May 2022
I’m gonna
Get me a Blue house
on BACKBACK Street
Hopkins Village
Belize
If it ain’t Blue
when I get it
I’mma gonna
turn it Blue
It’s called
ColorMatching
Me… and my house…

“I got the Blues”
Rolling Stones (see lyrics)

©  2022 Jim Davis
Jim Davis Aug 2019
Amigos,
What are we
doing here anyway
Are we seriously
going to write
some poetry
to save the world
Or not so seriously
to save ourselves
Either way
Let’s get to it

©  2019 Jim Davis
Just a late night rambling!
Jim Davis Oct 2021
Falling in
A wondrous thing
Tied in a knot
Unforeseen occurs
In time’s passing
A strand breaks…
Then another…
The twist
comes undone
The knot slips
Held by nothing
Except gossamer thread
A miserable thing
Falling out

©  2021 Jim Davis
It
Jim Davis Apr 2017
It
Is the idea of you, it,
is it, really you

©  2017 Jim Davis
Submission for HP theme today - #npmmicro That's it!
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
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!
Jim Davis Apr 2017
Death to all arrives
Sadly to some still waiting
In long lines for love

©  2017 Jim Davis
Jim Davis Dec 2019
Holding... heart to heart
Me... heaven... on earth again
Lips...touching... my lips

©  2017 Jim Davis
Jim Davis Jul 13
The twister has come
Taken you out of Kansas
That was your destiny
With "what" yet to come

You have landed ground
In the Land of Oz
Toto was in your arms
Imaginary, I know, in sounds

Find the Yellow Brick Road
It's path is your path
At the end is the Wizard
Who will tell your answer

Don your ruby slippers
Hope they fit well
You'll have them forever
Until the Gates of Hell?

You will have companions
To protect and help you
Don't look backwards
Flying monkeys follow

No one gets to see the Wizard
A curtain hides his frown
Time to get to moving
Know the Wicked Witch will die

©  2024 Jim Davis
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!
Jim Davis May 2017
Should I not cut grass
or ****, taking lives only
trying to get sun?

©  2017 Jim Davis
Any good excuse
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