She will roam,
from coast to coast,
and she will love you,
but like a ghost,
she'll leave without a trace,
and you won't even
be left with a name.

There is fire in her lips and
her tongue is aflame,
a shame,that put out by the beer
she wants me gone and not here,
no one to blame but myself.

In life's great academy
there is no one to teach me
except teachers who preach
and the preachers don't teach
they only beseech me to sit still.

Still,
understanding is nine points of,
no more of the *******
the dog ****
the bear pit and
that bit I
understood very well.

Most of the time which is
some of the time but
not all of the time
I am sober,
no whisky, no beer and
no fear of the wine, that's
most if not some of the time but I
run to a gin now and again,
it's a failing
but who doesn't have them?

she forgives me in the morning when
I'm up and still yawning with not a clue
as to who she refers too,

(Didn't feel there was room for a to whom)

drunk does that to you,
erasing the memory
but still making you guilty
by default.

Whatever it's forever the rings tell me so,
So when she tells me to go
I know
she's just fuming
and assuming I'm right
that her lips are alight
I'll be burning tonight
some time soon.

To my mind appears strange and devilish apparitions
Phantoms of sight and touch and sound
Adding to the weight of my fear and contrition
Reverberating in ghostly philharmonics all around
Sometimes they sing, rejoice exultant
Bearing aloft the awesome truth
At times their manners are errant, truant
And they squash me with cold, judgmental hoof
At times they push me to the brink of tears
At times I'm dancing with joy in the street
They are the source of my pain and fears
But the source of my dreams so sweet
     O voices, are you evil or kind
     Do you reflect duality of my mind

so I take a break from being profound , a
minute to be whom I am,
a minute to be real for you,
for all no favors needed,
if not for all you nice people here
on Hello Poetry,
there is no telling where I would be,
so take heed again, at my admonishment,
perchance or don't, you
all are great people , even those who nitpick or make
sly remarks,
that is part of life
and you have given
me one. Thanks!

once an old man taught me, his knowing
whether he realized it or not,
he showed me love and affection ,
when I didn't deserve it.
He stood by me even though I was
a down in the dirt dereliction,
not worthy of any one's
caring love or attention.
He must have been a wiser one than me.
Now I know he was.

he sat bedside with his great grandmother
stroking a hand laced with what he saw as
tiny blue rivers, flowing from a thin wrist
dammed by ancient knuckles

boulders chiseled by eighty-four years

he read from his book while Mommy
dozed in the chair, and nurses squeaked
in and out, all with half smiles he could
not decipher, for Grammy was sick

and when his mother was awake, she cried

he hadn't seen her tears before;
he tried not to look, preferring his book
with its pictures of the sun, orbiting
planets and mazy moons

and spaces in between where heaven might hide

he understood most of its words,
and none were of heavens--unless noxious gasses
and swirling clouds of dust were the winds which
whipped through the pearly gates

but his seven wise years knew that was not so

when he turned to the page of the
penultimate planet from the sun,YOU-ruh-nuss
he discovered it took four score and four years
to orbit our star once

math's mystery may have eluded him

though coincidence was not yet
in his lexicon, and now he knew Grammy
had her times around the sun, her eighty four
equaling one for the great tilting Uranus

Ever done time at a dog pound with
lackluster nurses ,where they're free to
curse and carry on , the only witnesses
are "the crazy and the captives" , professionals angry with their lot in life ,
acting quite put upon
Feeding the animals through a security door
Handing out the chemicals at 10 , 2 and 4
Waking 'the dregs' every fifteen minutes all through the night
Treating people inhumanely then acting shocked when they try to bite* ...