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LD Goodwin Jan 2013
I’ve done a lot of things worth doin'.
I ain't done yet I have to say.
Walked a million miles,
smelled the flowers on the way.

Finished feats I never dreamed of,
poured my heart out in a song.
Learned to love myself,
discovered there's no right or wrong.

Lost my parents and some good friends,
played the Blues, it set me free.
Found that life is hard.
But knowing that, made it so easy.

Won the love of a good woman,
by being just who I am.
No stranger to the pain,
but I'd do it all again.

Made my livin' playin' music.
Even wrote a song or two.
Climbed a mountain, slept out in the rain,
........but I've still got some catchin' up to do.
I've still got some catchin' up to do.
Harrogate, TN  2007
LD Goodwin Jan 2013
She lives on the floor below,
and when she passes by me,
her hair smells of jasmine and snow.

Wish I could let her know
the things in her I can see,
the girl that lives below.

I hear her come and go,
and wish that it was with me.
So hard to tell her so.

She has my heart in tow,
when our sleeves brush so sweetly.
Do her cheeks blush and glow?

With the tap of her white cane though,
her secret's out and free.
You see she is blind and so....

I must let her know,
that she is blind just like me,
but I can see her though,
the girl that lives below.
January 22, 2013 Harrogate, TN       My 1st attempt at a Villanelle.
432 · Jan 2013
Chapter II
LD Goodwin Jan 2013
It all started with a feeling, I guess.
A guilty glance across the table......well,  you know the rest.
She said she had to find herself,  and I did my best
to talk her out of goin'.

Let's get some help, maybe talk to a priest.
I begged and I pleaded, got down on my knees,
but she was gone in a flash, like lighting in the trees,
and left me there a fallin'.

And I just wanna know one thing,
why do broken hearts still cling,
maybe it's my low self esteem
that made me still want you.

When a love is lost and gone,
with no hope of holding on,
even when you know it's wrong,
why would you want to be with someone
who doesn't want to be with you?

Like a trophy on a mantle, a bird in a cage,
like a dog on a chain who always gets away.
I tried to keep her with me, but she just wouldn't stay.
Now, what was I thinkin'?

Lessons must be learned the hard way,  I guess.
I know I'll love again.....well, you know the rest.
The right lover leaves you, when no love is left,
the wrong one keeps you sinkin'.
Ft. Walton Beach, FL  1992
430 · Jun 2014
2 River Haikus for a friend
LD Goodwin Jun 2014
Toes in the river,
Just a little wade said she
and it felt so good

Much water has passed.
Lonely flesh, near forgotten,
guarded, she ventures deeper.
Middlesboro, KY June 2014
415 · Jan 2017
The Darkest Knell
LD Goodwin Jan 2017
Clouds blacken o'er podium's farce
avowal mumbled, besmirched, dishonored
a liar's hand aflame upon a book of truth
as jackals cackle in the wings

Clouds darker still in the noonday gloom
the reciting rabble, “what is to become of us all”
this unreal thing set in motion
why must this albatross to wear

In the distance, the tolling, the darkest knell
piercing the wind and rain
to harp upon our ears like shattered glass
while the schoolyard bully smiles
Harrogate, TN 1/19/17
I tried to write a nice poem for our departing POTUS and our First Lady, but this rolled off my tongue.
414 · Feb 2016
I Wish
LD Goodwin Feb 2016
I wish for you
a sun filled sky
fun shaped clouds
drift slowly by

a daisy field
to lay and dream
soft ripple of
a meadow stream

Your cares surrender
to come what may
on birdsong wings
they drift away

And if I could
I'd take your hand
And walk no path
to wonderland.
*A friend was blue, so I dreamt a dream for her.......*
410 · Apr 2014
Tell Me Of Spring
LD Goodwin Apr 2014
This is a calling out to all of my fellow poets, from the dungeons of home renovation. You no doubt wonder where I have been, I am deep into duty, and my writing has taken a backseat for a while. Spring is passing me by and I need your prose.......please dig deep inside and give me back my Spring. Thank you.**

Tell me of Spring dear poets,
do the colors drip with dew?
For I'm locked inside my responsibilities,
and must do, what I must do.

No one should miss a season,
for there are so precious few.
So pen for me your visions,
whether dremt or whether true.
406 · Mar 2013
Paradox 10 w
LD Goodwin Mar 2013
She
       had
              to
                  find
                         herself,
                                      but
              ­                              she
                                                  was
                                                         already
                                                                ­      there.
Nashville,TN   October 1989
404 · Jan 2013
House 4 Sale
LD Goodwin Jan 2013
There's a house for sale, previously owned by two people in love.
They were young and foolish, what were they thinking of?
But that was yesterday, now love has moved away.

There's a house for sale, you can almost hear the laughter that the children made.
In the backyard there's a swing where they once played.
But that was yesterday, now laughter has moved away.

What became of all the dreams they treasured?
Who would of thought their lives would come to this?
They always hoped their love would last forever.
Don't it break your heart to think about the kids?

Now there's a house for sale.
Maybe you can find what they were looking for,
a dream you can hold on to for evermore and never have to say
that love
has move
away.
House 4 Sale.
Bellevue, TN  1981
391 · Jan 2013
The Madman
LD Goodwin Jan 2013
I heard a tree fall in the forest.
I watched it drop down to It's humble grave.
I saw a star streak across the heavens,
and prayed to God for my soul to save.

Where are we going, what are we doing?
What is the purpose of this crazy game?
Who are the winners, or are there any losers,
or when we get there will we be the same?

I've made mistakes, tried to correct them,
then later on I'd laugh and wonder why.
When I was younger I longed for living,
but now I wonder when I'm going to die.

And in the mourning when it's all over,
when I find out if this was just a dream.
Will I discover I spent a lifetime,
wasted learning someone else's scheme?

Do you think I'm a Madman, do you say I'm a fool,
asking questions, dreaming dreams?
Everybody is wondering,  everybody is scared
of what tomorrow will bring.
Nashville, TN  1986
388 · Feb 2013
Her-ku
LD Goodwin Feb 2013
Can't share her interest
in this web site called Pinterest.
Collecting of dreams?
Harrogate, TN  2013
371 · Feb 2013
Winter Haiku
LD Goodwin Feb 2013
Watching my love sleep.
Wanting to be in her dreams,
warms this winter night.
Harrogate, TN     January 30, 2013
366 · Jan 2016
LOL Hiaku
LD Goodwin Jan 2016
Hiakus are easy
but sometimes they don't make sense
refrigerator
335 · Jun 2016
The "Tell"
LD Goodwin Jun 2016
Do not tell me not to talk so much,

while you sit there in your stoic, vague, unreadable, silence......

Playing your life-like a poker game,

looking for “tells” in everyone,

feeling lucky,

deeming us out here as damaged,

missing,

broken,

Constantly awaiting my next **** up.

That **** up that you know is going to happen.

Coldly, methodically critiquing my every move,

painting me incapable of producing a life worth living.

How clever you think you are, to not laugh at my jokes

or not carry on conversation unless you deem it worthy.

You do all of this to not give up your “tell”.

Not let anyone into your world.



Do not tell me to not flail my hands when I talk,

because you are not as excited about your life as I am.

In fact do not think you have authority to deem anything I do as right or wrong.

You do not have that luxury.

If and until you learn to love yourself

your ego will continually feed itself by debasing,  

feeling the need to change everyone around you.

How tiring it must be to sit in judgment of me,

picking apart my existence.  

What goes on in your narcissistic mind, that makes you not accept me as I am?

Why is my freedom less important than your picture of how I should be?



Although, not intentionally, from your dysfunctional life,

you have produced a seeker of the truth.

And Love was the stimulus.

The love that I never saw.

I learned to love myself.......unconditionally.

But where did that enlightenment come from?

It came from Love itself.

Tapped me on the shoulder,

wrapped its arms around me,

and led me to the light of truth.

You will turn around one day and look for me,

I will be gone.

You will have no one to share the rest of your life with.

This short, meaningful, time we have on this earth,

the one you ****** with and lost.......

There will be no one willing to play your poker game,

and you will have to die alone.



I believed you,

I looked at myself through your eyes

and I saw the misfit that you believed I was,

and I bought it.

After all, you are the one from whom I was to learn life.

But I did not get the education I deserved.

I was formed out of your mind,

from a mistake you made.

And I was made to believe that I too was a mistake.

Because you couldn't keep your **** in your pants.

I am the product of a hot August, unairconditioned night of sweaty lust.....and it was probably my Mother's manipulative doing.

She needed to keep you around, so why not another kid to suckle her *** and make you go out and make more money.

Was I planned, did you look into my Mother's eyes and lovingly say, let's make a baby?

I think not.

You ****** up.



Enter the rearing of a mistake.

****, you will never know just how incredible I am, you will never see me as I am, you will never see anyone as they truly are.

You are so brainwashed with you prejudice, playing your poker game, looking for your “tell”.........
234 · Aug 2024
"Proudness"
LD Goodwin Aug 2024
And the children said' "that's my teacher."
And the team said, "that's my coach."
And the soldiers said, "that's my sergeant major."
And the wife said, "that's my husband."
And the state said, "that's my governor."
And the district said, "that's my representative".
And the workers said, "that's my protector."
And the LGBTQ said, "that's our champion."
And the lady candidate said, "that's my running mate."

And his son said, "that's my dad."

— The End —