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

© 2017 Jim Davis

Dark, well I know
Still, a spring tide's shining moon
Guides my way to you

Under spring blossom
Wonder is there life still left
For loved living

©  2017 Jim Davis

Watching winter's pond
Notice all the ripples gone
I see death again

©  2017 Jim Davis

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

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'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

You well know
You left once before
Returning with a
Tapping knock
Upon heart's door

Plaintively pleading
Can I enter once more
To press into your soul
Promising a true
Forevermore

Of only us as one
And none other
A one to forever remember
One of the blissful sublime
Not a love to wither and die

Shunning wise counsel
Reluctantly I granted
An entry through
Love's window to my soul
Yet all again a lie

In my agony of sorrow
Of a love lost forever
Having found my Athena
I sip deeply from my glass
Nepenthe warm and sweet

From behind heart's door
Whilst barely breathing
Teeth clenching
Rage seething
Quietly whispering
Nevermore, Nevermore


©  2017 Jim Davis

Could not resist a steal from Poe! For anyone concerned, this comes from an old personal thing.  

From Wikipedia on Edgar Allen Poe's poem, "The Raven":
... "Christopher F. S. Maligec suggests the poem is a type of elegiacparaclausithyron, an ancient Greek and Roman poetic form consisting of the lament of an excluded, locked-out lover at the sealed door of his beloved.[14]"

Paraclausithyron (Ancient Greek: παρακλαυσίθυρον) is a motif in Greekand especially Augustan love elegy, as well as in troubadour poetry.
The details of the Greek etymology are uncertain, but it is generally accepted to mean "lament beside a door", from παρακλαίω, "lament beside", and θύρα, "door".[1] A paraklausithyron typically places a lover outside his mistress's door, desiring entry. In Greek poetry, the situation is connected to the komos, the revels of young people outdoors following intoxication at a symposium. Callimachus uses the situation to reflect on self-control, passion, and free will when the obstacle of the door is removed.[2]

From greekgodsandgoddesses website
Athena
* Athena was the Goddess of War, the female counterpart of ARES.
* She was the daughter of Zeus; no mother bore her. She sprang from Zeus’s head, full-grown and clothed in armor.
.......
* In later poetry, Athena embodied wisdom and rational thought.


From Dictionary website
Nepenthe
* a drug or drink, or the plant yielding it, mentioned by ancient writers as having the power to bring forgetfulness of sorrow or trouble.
* anything inducing a pleasurable sensation of forgetfulness, esp. of sorrow or trouble.

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

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

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

She stopped
chewing her gum
and looked
straight at me
She said "want to?"
I said "Yeah"
and we did

©  2017 Jim Davis

Looking to cure my early onset of old age!  Anyone?...

©  2019 Jim Davis