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she kept her bedroom eyes in a marble box
i opened it expecting to find
but there was only dusty footprints of some stranger leading away
her cool hand rested on mine like reassurance
but her far off eyes trailed his every move
knew id have to leave soon
before it got to me that she was already gone

i packed my pockets with the silver and gold
that we garnished from our long years
and headed for the ornate doors
she was waiting there for me
the light has faded from the winter day
and now she was just the logical other end of
the footprints that are stretched out behind me in the snow
'take a little love with you' was all she could say
so i clutched the heart shaped coffin to my chest
like all the pain it contained could be wished away

quick shoes have lead me to this strange place
and my companions the broken engineer
and the sketchy girl with the funny hat
so i unpack the marble box on the hot sand
hoping to find all the things i know i left behind
no disappointment there
the hollow box was full of empty promises
and unspoken love sonnets
the devoid tears of loves aching

in constructing the poem i made mistakes
and all the words i left out have come back to haunt me
they all come to talk to me in my dreams
wanting only to be spoken aloud one last time
before the final curtain
but i left them all in her pocket and
she will always be back there somewhere
at the logical end of all the logical footprints
bury the marble box so her memory cant ****** me
throw away the heart shaped coffin so i can forget me
but ill allways be making thouse footprints
that lead back to her
 Apr 2014 Mehar Bawa
Mike Hauser
My Mom and Dad done told me
Sister Sally said the same
This poetry writing day and night
Is getting out of hand

I'm always thinking of a new rhyme
It is that I can use
And when it comes to poetry
That's all I want to do

These days I'm getting nothing done
With my chores around the farm
When this poetry all got started
I didn't see any harm

Now the chickens are in the pasture
The cows are in the coup
Guess it was bound to happen
When you mix poetry in the stew

My teachers they done told me
The guidance counselor told me too
I'll never get anywhere in life
If poetry is all I want to do

Now I no longer do my homework
And I no longer go to school
No need for Arithmetic or History
When all I want is poetry

Cause that's what it is I'm good at
Pretty much that and nothing else
Just give me pen and paper
And poetry is what comes out

So as I go about my business
Working the rhythm into the rhyme
Leave me and my poetry be
Can't you see we're doing just fine
 Apr 2014 Mehar Bawa
irinia
when You
 Apr 2014 Mehar Bawa
irinia
I love you
when the day exhausts its grace
when you wear my pious silence
in you nails

I refuse the touch of morning
just to breath your sleep in

you’re my axis mundi on a Wednesday
yeah,  it’s so natural and crazy
I shudder with this feeling
I search for my roots, I find you dreaming

I love you  
when you stir the ***** blues-smitten
the jazz, the blood
I’m your prophecy, you’re my bane
my lips won’t refuse the spell:
love you whenever.
I have died
again.
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