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Timothy Clarke Nov 2010
Once a man stood in rainbow light
While the magic considered his measure
She knew at once this man was right
But he left unfound his treasure.

He traveled on through leagues and years
While above him still her beauty shined.
Each alone had pains and joys and tears,
While they held the other in heart and mind.

Now grown as wise as hair is gray
He reached new earth where she does rest
And stands again in her color spray
Realizing now he's truly blessed.

Together they stand in the other's hold.
Together they are the treasure gold.
The backstory behind this poem is that I once dated a beautiful girl in school, but because I was graduating and going to Navy flight school (and because I was a foolish) I did not continue the relationship with her.  Years later... a few divorces and lots of children later... we found each other again and we both shared stories of wishing our first relationship had worked.  Now we are engaged and the 10 of us are looking forward to wonderful life together.
Timothy Clarke Nov 2010
I would
If I could
Reach out and touch
Some other soul
But I can't
And I don't
Even dare
To open my eyes
And once again stare
At the ceiling above
And think about love.
That makes me want
To reach out and touch
Some other soul
But I can't
So I won't.
Timothy Clarke Nov 2010
Formula forgotten and
Equations lost,
I want them back
Whatever the cost.

I go to school,
And learn every hour,
Yet all them **** theorems
Wash off in the shower.

So take pity upon me
And treat me real kind
'cause soon all that I know
Will fall out of my mind.
Timothy Clarke Nov 2010
Awfully alluring alliterations
Come quickly to my mind.
Deftly driven downward and outward
Through thick thought and diligent diction,
Putting pen to page,
They are finally laid to rest.
Timothy Clarke Nov 2010
No!
Don't make me,
Don't make me,
Don't make me write
Poetry, in the day
Or the night.
Timothy Clarke Nov 2010
An old boy;
Careless, free,
Caring and trapped.
Life's grip has clenched down on him
But he has not broken.
Not yet.

How long can he last,
This boy with a boy?
How long can he last
If he has to give all of his strength
To save his life,
And that of his boy?
How long?
Only God knows.

But I do know this:
He is stronger than he seems
And he can give more love than he thinks
And he has lasted longer than most.

The young man
Has to survive,
So he will survive.

I pray.
Timothy Clarke Nov 2010
If leaves were anvils,
I'd be dead.

When I was walking,
One fell on my head.

(ouch)

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