"meighan" poems
LATE NIGHT ON A DATE NIGHT
Its cold in the sand
There's salt in the air
Our lips collide
As we watch the night sky
Embracing tight as the
Ocean sings us its lullaby
This is where it all began
Late night on a date night
We are lovers in a room
Discovering each others flesh
Playing games as we hear the rain
Unwrapping your lace
Like a gift in a foreign place
This is where we lost control
Late night on a date night
An April day has arrived
The nights before has made us close
I see your form as you disrobe
Who would of known
Tonight we create life
This is where we made a miracle
Late night on a date night
Your showing our seed
I'm showing a smile
We both glow and sip our wine
Your day, a birthday, I ask if we should
The next day you say yes you would
Your so beautiful as I take you
This is where we joined our souls
Late night on a date night
The sounds, the people,
My heart racing as you make your approach
Your beauty, and smile, your wedding gown
I watch you get closer,
Kissing the bride as we seal our vows
A long road from then till now
This is where we try and make more
Late nights on a date night.
-Alexis J. Meighan-
Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 8:25 PM UTC
Unknown, conceived, and unaware
His first breath, his first words
His first steps, his first girl
He screams from hunger
Teary eyed and bawling for his mother
The world seems too big for his tiny hands
But in his lifetime, the world would be in his grasp
First day in class
Alone
Learning the basics
The path walked by legends, scholars, and warriors
Shapes colors and words
A long time in no time
First kiss the prom night
Life long friends then grad night
His first love, his first wife
His first child, his first highlight
First loan for his first home
Stock market on the rise
He takes full advantage
Market crashes
And they manage
Business man with business plan
Older brother, caring friend
Loving father, devoted husband
There for his child's first breath
His first words, his first steps
The day would come when he would pass
Now the chance
His first born from his first home
Raised to be the man he was and so much more
He followed in his fathers first footsteps.
Once follower now leading
Repeat these example for words are fleeting
From next to next
as is man
-Alexis J Meighan-
Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 11:35 PM UTC
I am keening
In lament
bewailed at this notion.
Contempt for structure, value and discipline is acceptable.
Jeremiad
A parent can't parent but would be praised for "friending" rather than tending to their child's growth.
Hippie tricksters and hipster is all the craze with new age bad zones and soft tones
Then everyone moans and claim the lack of parenting is to blame when they go columbine and spray bullets to deal with the torment.
I'm sick of the news and its pro no rules avocation
Sick of the pop trend of life is always a dead end
Sick of fly by night "let them be and hope they make it" attitudes
When a little hug and a quick "let me show you" can make our youths guide the progress rather than tear it down.
I little input is appreciated, accepted and acknowledged
But not mandatory
Be good be rewarded, be bad be without
Very self explanatory.
Those in between that goal are an obstacle not a hero
I want greatness for my child
Not mediocrity to a zero.
Parent with your experience and regulation
Not google and trending
See the end and before you begin and preempt the blind pretending.
Cuz today is not ok
When we fear tomorrow
Cuz yesterdays ways were forgotten.
From one father to the next
-Alexis J Meighan-
Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 11:25 PM UTC
5 W's Of The Desert Walker.
WHAT does a man in the heat dream of?
Maybe he dreams of the sweet taste of the rain
What amenities does he seek in a bare sky with only the sun?
He is given an audience with his delusions.
He is granted a moment of peace under his imaginary palm.
He can swim in the dry waters of the oasis till the sand shreds his skin.
WHEN does his vagrant breath retreat?
Maybe as the expired adventure turns to torture?
In a blink his shade diminishes
His view of the horizon brings drought to his tongue
As his fatigue pays homage to the expanding desert.
WHERE does a lost traveler turn when every direction leads nowhere?
Does he look up for divinity?
A panicked man, with his hands to the skies, calls for relief.
But its not the cool he's expecting, its mercy for his soul when his time comes.
WHO does he hear when his eyes begin to fail?
Family, a child, maybe a lover with soft flesh?
Face down in the dunes he can taste the salty blend of the earth.
The voice of his cherished love echoes in his fading consciousness.
A great comfort in his last request.
WHY do we fall down?
Because we're weak and unbalanced.
So we can get back up?
No sometimes we are just not as big as our ego would have us believe.
The road to triumph can be hard to traverse unprepared.
But the value of the experience can be as priceless as the outcome.
-Alexis J. Meighan-
Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 8:10 PM UTC
FRIENDS
They were gone to us
Left the impression that the horizon was home
They spoke so highly of us
As is the sunshine were beneath our prints and we lit the path behind us
They held on to our glory like a child to its pillow in a thunder storm
Told of our greatness and bragged of our fellow ship
They took satisfaction in our attempts and celebrated our success
They never new impatience for we were worth the wait
Never felt dissatisfied cause we please in many way
We only showed nerve when defending there honor
And we honored there loyalty by never being too far away
-Alexis J. Meighan-
Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 9:02 PM UTC
I am keening
In lament
bewailed at this notion.
Contempt for structure, value and discipline is acceptable.
Jeremiad
A parent can't parent but would be praised for "friending" rather than tending to their child's growth.
Hippie tricksters and hipster is all the craze with new age bad zones and soft tones
Then everyone moans and claim the lack of parenting is to blame when they go columbine and spray bullets to deal with the torment.
I'm sick of the news and its pro no rules avocation
Sick of the pop trend of life is always a dead end
Sick of fly by night "let them be and hope they make it" attitudes
When a little hug and a quick "let me show you" can make our youths guide the progress rather than tear it down.
I little input is appreciated, accepted and acknowledged
But not mandatory
Be good be rewarded, be bad be without
Very self explanatory.
Those in between that goal are an obstacle not a hero
I want greatness for my child
Not mediocrity to a zero.
Parent with your experience and regulation
Not google and trending
See the end and before you begin and preempt the blind pretending.
Cuz today is not ok
When we fear tomorrow
Cuz yesterdays ways were forgotten.
From one father to the next
-Alexis J Meighan-
Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 11:27 PM UTC
I see our child when I look at you
The ocean in its eyes like mommy’s deep pretty blue
I see it smile when you glance at me
Innocent, soft and just for me
Tiny little hands that reach for everything
Like daddy when mommy is close and his heart start to sing
I dream of our child with the best of our traits
My desires and strength, passion loyalty, honor and obedience
Your ambitions and dedication
Brains, grace, beauty, organization, tolerance and adoration
I feel our child when I touch you
Its warmth and soul as I love you
When I embrace you, I embrace it
And when I praise you, I praise it too
I see our child when I look at you
What do you see?
When you look at me?
Alexis J Meighan
Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 8:53 PM UTC
The light
Blessed by its radiant warmth
It wraps it self around my flesh
Lips are as warm as its hue
Yet as soft and the blooming petals
That say good morning
I love you
The light
runs and drips through the scene
Making its way through the seems
Finding its access to room where
I yawn and great its touch with a grunt
My own (caveman language) good morning
I love you
The light
Like the beach reaches the shores of your image
Receding and retreating as you move
Nudging you, trying
Unsuccessful to budge you
We conspire against you (the light and I)
Feel my wet tongue and sticky lips
Trailing from shoulders to your hip.
You up yet? No?
I'll kiss you good morning some more
Open those sleepy eyes for my
"I love you"
-Alexis J Meighan-
Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 11:24 PM UTC
"Tragedy of the grim fool"
Skinny little girl knows no rules
Reset her brain for grim little fool
Ate moldy food and rotten gruel.
For the growing heart she uses jagged tools
Chipped building blocks and rusted nails
Hammered souls breed a face with vales
Wearing mask her task she fails
All for food while fool set sail
Skinny little girl would scrape her knees
Hungry for fool in position to plead
Panhandle emotions dignity set free
Scorn and thorn by his laugh was she
Adored by her fans, but blind to their praise
Withered away with puffed cheeks that her tears graze
Fool applauded her corruption, endorsed her dismay
Her fans just stared as she fell of stage
With a thud she slumped to the cold paved floor
A circle gathered around once more
Scarlet fairies escaped her pores
Goodbye skinny little girl, fool has closed the door.
-Alexis J. Meighan-
Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 11:44 PM UTC
Saturday morning cartoons in the late 80's
Beeeeeep
Beeeep
Beep!
Blankets get thrown
Quick yawn and a stretch
And I'm gone.
Run to the cabinet grab my rescuer's toothbrush and colgate.
Its the total complete toothpaste
Brushing frantically in the pantry and I grab the frosty flake
You know they're Greeeeeeeat.
Get to the sink and rinse with a swift swish and a spit.
Done with that, as I dig through the drawers for my plastic Punch Bowl.
Pour in the entire box of cereal and a half gallon of liquid gold
6:53am tap the power button on the remote control, stack all the pillows and blankets in the middle of the room, 5 min left till my favorite shows
7am and it begins, Spider-man and his amazing friends 7:30 and its the Wonder Twins
Commercial break for school house rock,
go take a ****
then switch my cereal to cookie crisp
8am silver hawks and the copper kid,
8:30 voltron black lion forms the head
While thunder cats at 9am battle Mumm-Ra the un-dead
930 pound puppies that was my thing
Bright eyes, violet, and cooler was the man
When 10am came that meant the shows were coming to an end.
That half-hour reserved for Prince Adam of Eternia better known as He-man
And the last of the shows came after 1030 to 11o'clock. Here came "the Little's" cuz the Little's don't stop.
The sunlight peaking through the blinds, 11 years old, cereal all gone spazzed on a sugar rush, Waiting to play with my cousins.
Grandma picks me up from uncle Gary then off to Dain and Tony for destruction, bike race, GI Joe and burgers from Rally's
Those were the days
The good ol days
-Alexis J. Meighan-
July 13 at 8:11pm ·
Aug 11, 2013
Aug 11, 2013 at 12:17 AM UTC
"Tadpoles and Dragons"
Scared a lil, fear full a lil, I'm telling myself to try a lil
I wouldn't know the difference if I lie a lil
But first I'll curse
Eat dinner quench my thirst
Wash my flesh then cry a lil
Walk it off
Man up and face the mirror
flex the guns then sigh a lil
Strong and steady
Game face on I'm ready
Breath in deep wave goodbye a lil
Tell ya'll I love you in case I die a lil
Hear my theme song as they chant my name time for some hope time for some change.
I'm all hyped up I'm gone though I ask why a lil The next time we meet I'm gonna fly a lil.
Alexis J. Meighan
Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 8:56 PM UTC
Lets Converse
You thrive on the light because
You know that you make the skies darker
You impale the world with your touch
Disfiguring a man with the slightest glance
I challenge your heart to discourage me because
I recognize your brilliance
I can see you can trample egos
By now you should know my persistence
You tell me who you are
This is more than the genders desire
I am buffoon by my own urges
But I must let you know what I see
I see you eyes as they stand out of a silhouette of passion,
A very piercing stare
Your footprints compare to that of your lips,
Much like the petals of a rose you might kiss
I watch you; to a man you might cause the world to spin
But I stand tall in the crowd with my arms raised,” you win”
Because you bring the quenching that would smother the sun,
You’re something of an obscured revelation.
-Alexis J Meighan-
Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 8:48 PM UTC
UNLIKELY FRIENDS
Your scent tends to linger around me
The words from your sentences can be astounding
But normally humorous
Very few of us
Know exactly what the two of us
Connect on
Agree on
Or even see eye to eye
Converse, and sleep on
We randomly crossed one another
With a "Hi and Bye"
Like night fall and sunrise
While
My sarcasm is sinister like clouds in the night sky
The gutters of my mind
Are
Like the gutters of my upbringings
Yet still I'm a petal
The depth of your eyes
Are
Brilliant like the depths of your mind
But stubborn like the oldest metals
Your style is so wild
While mine is conserved
A canvas scratched and scarred
To make a painting so disturbed
Yet it hangs on the wall
Alexis J Meighan
Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 8:38 PM UTC
∞∞∞∞☆♥*♥☆∞∞∞∞
Walk
What a walk from north to south
A turn from words to actions
A place of cold friction to heat unforgiving
Walk
What a walk from up to down
A session of want to need
Dried trees to ocean breeze
And the smell of the sea
Walk
What a walk from here to there
Shining a smile from ear to ear
Signing the point on, like a hip to skin bare
A firefly on the wall, in control
Rough while finding its way to the inside of the home
Walk
Walk as the road leads
Walk to concede, then run
Run as it is tracked
Facade that allures like the exposed spine on a weak back
Tell it ok then embrace that place
Walk to your own pace
Alexis J. Meighan
Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 11:48 PM UTC
Moment
Too many changes
But solutions are slow to be found
Expectations are too high for reasons
And time passes to fast to accommodate the task at hand
Should I bend the boundaries and
Plea for salvation to hurry and assist
Maybe I’ll insist to exit on my cue
That is why I call upon you
Can you guide this wonderer to an oasis?
Maybe you can point to a place where I can fish
My heart devours the loneliness of the mundane
Day to day
But in your arms to the end is where I lay
Bidding farewell to puddles on a rainy day
My lust paved the road for our emotional reward.
-Alexis J. Meighan-
Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 8:47 PM UTC
"Coin"
(True Friends on either side)
we can walk, spring from the knees and loudly talk.
We can dream, say what we will to the sky we scream.
Let us teach, learn from each other how far to reach.
Let us seek, a comfortable place for our wine on the beach
Say you would, follow me to nowhere on a rock and roll sleigh.
I say I would, move as your shadow to be at your aid.
Alexis J. Meighan
Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 8:58 PM UTC
Journey
Just words on a scrap of paper
Explicit, and says I’d like to
A reply same as before
Explicit, but says I’d like to too
A few public defacing to grab your attention
Minute in scale, and portrays that I like you
A retort of appreciation, a few attempts of your own
Cute indeed with an invite that says I like you too
With our best face’s forward, we make first contact
Small talk and gentle stares that say I want to
Sand, sea, and night, a storybook embrace
A salty taste in the air that says you want to too
Rendezvous and stolen kisses
Early morning to late night wishes, we had to
First time so right, incents and candlelight
Taste so good, and felt so tender. Skin to skin we had to
From a fling t a ring, our souls integrated
We dreamed so well together, I love you
As we relived our best moment, our child came to be
I rush to spoil you and here you say I love you too
Alexis J. Meighan
Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 8:50 PM UTC
How the Universe Works
He sat in his chair, in pain, brittle, quiet. He was frowning, and grinding his teeth.
The disease crippled him.
"Dad, you ok?"
He smiled as he took his pill and chased it with a soda struggling to swallow.
"I love you son" he said grinning, with his defeated eyes
He continued watching television, How the Universe Works.
Tomorrow came too soon.
They found him, soda in hand, with his show on pause as if the stroke was inconvenient.
-Alexis J. Meighan-
Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 10:34 PM UTC
I draw closer to her silhouette in the distance,
After being gone for so long,
all I can think of is
"How strong are her arms?" As I melt into their grasp
Her floral fragrance tells me
"I am home at last"
I'm in the hallway
Looking for my lil woman
I want to sneak up from behind
And bury my face in her smile
I want to run my hands softly on her cheek
While small blonde hairs, adhere, to my nose peak
Ego, Esteem, Pride and presence
All pacified with a flutter of her eyes
As she spoke to my soul
"Mmm baby that feels so good. I'm glad your home."
I steal a kiss, then another
Are lips become wet pressed together
I mumble in the moment
to acknowledge her sentiment.
Its like melting into each other
That is, the 1st hellos after a long pardon
When our eyes lock in awkward fashion
The truth reveals itself and we can't control the wealth
As rich as our desires seem to be
Insatiable like toys under the christmas tree
As she inhaled all that I've dealt passionately
I'm missing her every move when she's gone
I'm kissing her every mood when she's home.
I often embrace her heels and rub the stress away
While sneaking nibbles of her soul through her toes
When we comfort our aches and woes
I use her waist and pull her closer
Enough distance, and whispers become outburst
As our conversations become more complex
And our stance and demeanor reflect
our position on the compromise
so both of our point of views lay satisfied.
The road looks long
Its ahead and discouraging without a kiss
Almost enough to stop mid thought on a warm
Day like the one........
- Alexis J. Meighan-
Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 2:11 AM UTC
Holding the apple of Eden
What if the apple of Eden had a label?
What if the user indication had included a health warning to the 14th century Europeans?
What if the apple of Eden was clearly marked
"HAZARDOUS FOR ETERNITY IF CONSUMED"
And even though it is the purest of organically grown
What if you would have known,
That the man who proclaimed "I have a dream" would catch a bullet with his face:
Jim jones would allure a thousand to their death, hundreds of babies in Jonesville
London would burn
Solomon's tower would crumble as the wall of Jericho did
Chained slaves would be thrown over board
Tutankhamin would have his head split at the age of 13
The twin towers?
What if fair label practices forced it to divulge:
Pass-over inevitable
Holocaust to be expected
Possible genocide
Surgeons general warning: ALL ALIVE WILL DIE
What if it were you, my wife, who reached out your hand and held the devine fruit to feast upon?
I'd be 1st to bite.
-Alexis J Meighan-
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 11:04 AM UTC
"Let it grow for her"
Sometimes you, hear things of her,
feel things near her,
see things in her,
smell things on her,
taste things from her.
Those things tell so much of her.
You are born with her
At first glance attracted and drawn to her
As you mature your you grow with her
Learn her, adore her
In retrospect may say your in love with her
With more time, get close and nurture her
Friend for life is earned with her
As those things pass you age and govern her
Like a father to a child your concerned for her
Give her your thoughts and help resolve those ill terms for her
Cry when she cries and create comfort for her
Ask her to stay strong and see hope in her
Then believe and stand back
had to let her walk on her own
Walking talking loving and growing with her
Marry her
Carry her
Protect her
Respect her
Never neglect her
And in the end there is no finish cause love is forever with her
Alexis J. Meighan
Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 9:00 PM UTC
Sell me it
The once held dear
Trade for it
The once worn on the sleeve
Barter and haggle
What once was fortified
Hold collateral to it
Though Once it came free
But a thought first before negotiation
Just ask with honesty
Where is your heart?
-Alexis J. Meighan-
Oct 23, 2012
Oct 23, 2012 at 1:40 PM UTC
Lingering
They fled,
They ran and those who stayed
Eventually were led away
Some gripped
Tight squeeze in belief
Faith a drink to be sipped
Some sank
Pulled under breathless
Trance like, as they drowned in relief
Pure for some
The sleep of the traitor
Logic betraying lust
While the runners run
The stayer's welcome the confusion
Perched on your shoulders--- knocking
Hoping u answer to say "hello, I miss you"
-Alexis J Meighan-
Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 11:22 PM UTC
We stood apart for so long before we ever met
Never knowing your voice, never feeling your flesh
Now I sing praise to your brilliance, and settle in your warmth
Went from maybes and ifs to our first kiss
Late night small talk to that unforgettable long walk
Will you meet me tonight? I will
Can you stay the night? I can
Will you take my hand and share my life? I do
From the 1st time I saw you, I was intoxicated
I knew this was inevitable, I spent days waiting
contemplating, negotiating
Then 1st date to soul mates
It started with you under the moon
Everyone thought it was too soon
But we knew the plan
1st kiss in the sand, 1st thoughts on love
Never took a 2nd look back
Now look what we've become
Let's runaway together? Ok
Is tonight the night we collide? I'm eager and ready
Till death do us part? I do
-Alexis J. Meighan-
Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 10:35 PM UTC
Food for thought
My wife’s voice projected as I came through the door. “You’re just in time for dinner.” The last few weeks I’ve been at the gym hoping to regain the luster I once had when being viewed through her beautiful green eyes. I noticed an envelope on the counter from Esquire magazine. I wondered if it was a Winners Notice or a big “Thanks for the effort but maybe next time,” type of deals. Guess it’s time to find out.
-Alexis J. Meighan-
Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 9:59 PM UTC