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I doubt you remember
That three years ago today
You convinced me to make the best decision of my life
I allowed in the best thing that ever happened to me

I tasted your lips for the first time
It was 10 degrees outside but my body had never felt so warm
I didn't tell you then
But I was head over heels from that first kiss

Happy Anniversary baby
I hope your new girlfriend treats you well on the day that used to be ours
Clouds
fall down,
swallowed
snowflakes,
melting inside
the mouth
of the mountain.
I am lost
in the abyss
of the hole
you left me with.
heart-broken.
 Feb 2017 Jim Timonere
Pagan Paul
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The Virginal one is a Maiden fair,
a girl adorned with long blonde hair.
Bold and brash, yet cautious and shy,
her dreams lift up and start to fly.

Raven hair falls in delicate tresses,
on the Mother of children Nature blesses.
Calm and firm, yet open and sure,
her dreams fulfilled are played out pure.

Cold and damp attack the bones,
trying to agitate the black haired Crone.
Old and steady, yet clever and wise,
her dreams forever light up the skies.

Walking through woods, warm and shady,
barefoot, confident, the Forest Lady.
She has her dreams and always will,
until the day her heart stands still.

© Pagan Paul (01/02/17)
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Lord of Green series, poem 11
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Mirrored silver
tag me blue
reflective sky
widgeon, merganser
blithely sail
broken ripples
foretelling
storm

raucous
cawing crows
assemble
anxious ducks
explode airborne
duly warned
silent drone
fateful wraith

Eagle
glides over
the settling
surface
razor eyes
seeking
the meek
the weak

fleeing flock
coalesces
white bellies
exposed to the sun
banking hard
return to serenity
certain death
deferred

in nature
alliances are clear

predator

prey
vigilantly
warning
relentlessly
defending

Shrieking
crow-beleaguered
Eagle
retreats
no match
for those
united
against him
True story...
: )
 Feb 2017 Jim Timonere
wordvango
where once I had a choice to shine
long ago the desire
I find I now have this need
to rhyme

once upon the day
where memories
reside now
in close distance, a cemetary,

a crematory shall be awaiting
my body soon,
a part of life
I've seen flowers bloom

in glory then the next day be gone,
friends aqcuaintances
smile
then their faces done.

life is temporal,
and so speculating on the end,
I find peace somehow,
recommend it to you all!
a tree in winter
the absence of something
i once held onto
 Feb 2017 Jim Timonere
Gidgette
And this,
Is of all and anything...

Little girls wear too much makeup
Pre-teens, children
Everyone shaves or waxes their genitals
**** and **** "jobs"
Are commonalities
The fridge repair man came today
Cash, or *******?
I'm not sure,
***** stamped,
on makeup
My five year old worries about her hair,
Style and colour
She asks questions
I can't answer
My therapist
Charges too much,
Feeling too much
Six figure income,
And paying only less,
Than five dollars a day,
In child support
Husbands, locking up wives
And getting by,
Mothers, stripping
To make ends meet
No judgement here
Not that I could,
Nor, that I ever would
Thinking about,
In trash cans
Where real souls dwell
Infections of the uninsured,
All's well
I swear.....
This is
Of ALL and EVERYTHING.
Please do forgive, if I've upset anyone. I've had far too much to drink. And I'm insane. As you all know. But, I think. I feel. Too much, I suppose. Love and Light for you all. And God help you poets out there. For, we all feel and see far more than anyone ever should have to. I love you all.-agb
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