Sam: Favorites

Oct 2012 Sam

Margaret J Brown

You seem to be nice.
Not surprised by this night.
Where I have to think twice.
Of ever seeing your might.

Long and lanky.
Strong, so ****.
Curly hair, soft to the touch.
Yet you are to much.

Devoted to sweet music.
Ready for action.
Has the knowledge and uses it.
The sound of attraction.

Outstretched hand.
Skin the color of desert land.
Scheming smile.
Always running wild.

You hurt me.
But don't know it.
Sad as it may seem.
I don't show it.

In fear of distance from our friendship.
But hurts like a whip.
To know I'll never have the courage to tell.
And so far I just say ' Oh, well'.

Sep 2012 Sam

Before Sleep

Sep 2012 Sam

Catherine Anderson

Before Sleep

I was in love with anatomy
the symmetry of my body
poised for flight,
the heights it would take
over parents, lovers, a keen
riding over truth and detail.
I thought growing up would be
this rising from everything
old and earthly,
not these faltering steps out the door
every day, then back again.

Sep 2012 Sam

Untitled.

Sep 2012 Sam

K Patricia Lyn

Untitled.

I wonder if we look up at the sky together,
Through the clear or stormy weather,
Would we be staring at the same cloud?

I have to close my eyes to see,
The way you looked staring back at me,
The distant look of sorrow on your face.

And I wondered if I stayed;
Would either of our hearts been saved?
Or would we stay standing...
Drowning in the same place?

Sep 2012 Sam

Song Of The Master And Boatswain

Sep 2012 Sam

W. H. Auden

Song Of The Master And Boatswain

At ***** ****'s and Sloppy Joe's
We drank our liquor straight,
Some went upstairs with Margery,
And some, alas, with Kate;
And two by two like cat and mouse
The homeless played at keeping house.

There Wealthy Meg, the Sailor's Friend,
And Marion, cow-eyed,
Opened their arms to me but I
Refused to step inside;
I was not looking for a cage
In which to mope my old age.

The nightingales are sobbing in
The orchards of our mothers,
And hearts that we broke long ago
Have long been breaking others;
Tears are round, the sea is deep:
Roll them overboard and sleep.

Sep 2012 Sam

The Home Of Happier Days

Sep 2012 Sam

Maria Smith Abdy

The Home Of Happier Days

Yes, bright the velvet lawn appears,
And fair the blooming bowers;
Yet blame me not—I view with tears,
This scene of light and flowers;
Strangers possess my native halls,
And tread my wonted ways;
Alas! no look, no voice recalls,
The Home of Happier Days.
The gay guitar is still in tune;
The greenhouse plants are rare;
Glad faces throng the wide saloon,
But none I love are there:
Oh ! give me friendship's cherished tone,
Give me affection's gaze;
Else my sad heart can never own
The Home of Happier Days.

Sep 2012 Sam

I miss

Sep 2012 Sam

Claire Elwina

I miss

I know I’m not supposed to be waiting.

I don’t need you. I don’t.
I miss.

I miss the feeling
Of softly leaning on your shoulder
I miss your smell
Within my sheets

I miss the warmth
Of you all around me
And your fingers
Running my skin

I miss your eyes
Leaning on me
Reading the sparkle
That makes me pretty

I miss our nights
I miss our mornings
I miss our lives
I miss our dreams

Sharing smiling eyes
Bursting into laughter
Lose all disguise
True together

I think about you
Through everyone of my heartbreaks
I miss you the most
At my highest happiness