#inspires
Hand of God and David, a sculpture of pain,
Michelangelo's mark, so close but yet so far.
Save me, tomorrow, these words are all I say,
A tale of love, loss, and longing gray.
Hassel and Greta, a story of crumbs,
My words are whispers, to deaf ears.
Touches I miss and kisses don't lie,
A luxury I've wanted, a self I've tried to heal.
Please, bury me not, let me stay above,
Where flowers bloom, and memories never fade.
We're victims of circumstance, of hearts that have stolen,
I've shaped my fate, regret after shade.
Unreasonable man, I'm adrift and lost,
Longing for your touch, a billy goat's toll.
Dry as a sponge, parched and worn,
Grains of sugar, a pinch of pain, forever born.
It has been hard to live without you here,
A life on pause, a heart that's drawing near.
Trouble man, afraid to speak his peace,
For loose lips sank ship, and my heart's still lost at sea."
Nov 11, 2025
Nov 11, 2025 at 11:48 PM UTC
#*
Dispassionately detached
The flower from the stem falls
Its fragrance lingers
in the last moments
A life devoted to its deed
In time, with revered passion fulfilled*
🥀
Sep 16, 2020
Sep 16, 2020 at 12:01 AM UTC
Your heart
Inspires my heart
To beat
To breathe steam clouds onto cold windows
To feel the distant sunlight rise into Peachtree skies
The sound, the hum
Of you a lone
Tunes my ears to hear
My thoughts to song
With its quiet corridors and cushioned chest
Rising like the waves of a coastal long
Soughing whispers in the subtle trees
Midst the waiving of the Auburn leaves
Our hopes a final parting leaf
On this, the last day of October joy
Know this
Your heart
Inspires my heart
To beat
From now until at last
Our distance is no more
We meet
Oct 31, 2019
Oct 31, 2019 at 10:09 AM UTC
The days are shorter but eerily bright,
perhaps because of one Silent Night--
When the Lord was delivered upon this earth,
with kings and shepherds gathered at His birth.
'Tis the season for loving one's neighbor well,
signs of beauty magically casting their spell--
With family and food at the top of our list,
and lovers under mistletoe about to be kissed !
The snow piled high while winds blow free,
we soon carry home our Christmas tree--
All green and fresh it's welcomed within,
decorating each branch wearing hearty grins.
And oh, how we enjoy the lake,
the ice glazed over for us to make--
Our figure eights with our Christmas skates,
which Jolly St. Nick left for us to take !
Yes, these are the many blessings of,
the month of December we've always loved--
While Christ holds our hands we kneel with thanks,
as His star glistens above the snowy banks.
Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 11:06 AM UTC
sleeping tears awoke to crimson crust & apple red veins,
eyes peering through the dizzying fog to find a faucet
& drizzle rain like nectar down the peach pit's core,
along rugged edges & oval pores,
imperfect patterns & lightning blinks
remind the second sadness to cry once again.
My swipe of crust is rusting
like a smoker's yellowing finger tips gathering paint on callouses
& cracked lips
mirrored reflections shadow gaze,
squinting to locate bronze crow's feet of a man, mid thirties,
lying for what-to die
dying to wait-for what
Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 12:25 AM UTC
My happiness depends on you and she is your happiness.
You are giving me an inspiration and she inspires you.
I always give my time to you and you always have time for her.
You unintentionally cares for me and you unconditionally loves her.
My love for you didn't change but she changed you and you became a better man.
Oct 1, 2017
Oct 1, 2017 at 2:34 AM UTC
You are everything to me-
right now,
don't you know?
Because you are -
my poetry.
Ma Cherie © 2017
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 9:15 AM UTC
Take my hand and
Lead me Lord, that
I may always do
Your will…
Let Your Spirits light
Shine from my heart
Until the day my life
Is still
Let me be a good example
Lord, that those who see
My change might turn and
believe…
That there is a good
And wonderful God,
Who will answer all
Of our needs.
(1972)
Jan 1, 2017
Jan 1, 2017 at 3:05 PM UTC
Oh my battered bruised heart
Somehow you still love & share
And let others in
Thorns and all
Your beautiful vulnerability inspires me
Jun 28, 2015
Jun 28, 2015 at 1:00 AM UTC