24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
My weary heart finds comfort
in words we wrote between
our delicate emotions
witnessing a scene.
My weary heart finds comfort
beneath the open sky
expansive in it’s bounty
reflected in it’s high.
My weary heart finds comfort
revealing mind to pen
releasing all emotions
perspective, once again.
Put it in a bubble and blow it away
It must go, get on with living
All the hurt
All the pain
It’s not for you anymore
Life has taken so much
But you have more to give
All the roads
All the journeys
It’s time for you to begin
Stand up and shake it loose
Too much is headed your way
All the happiness
All the excitement
Put it in a bubble and blow it away
Your friendship keeps me calm,
In the office, home and farm
Your call is my happy alarm
That’s why I love you so on…
Your love makes me warm
In rainy season and under storm
You are my only lucky charm
That’s why I love you so on…
Your company protects me from harm
In the individual attack or swarm
You lock me while arm in arm
That’s why I love you so on…
There was once a little box
filled with specially imported chocolates.
Then — wafer, chunk, wedge and sliver —
eaten, and the box sat coated with dust.
Once, too, there was an orange,
the last one of a basketful.
As it aged there alone, it darkened,
as though filled with chocolate.
But of course it wasn’t. Seriously.
It was thrown out. The box, however,
gathered dust on the shelf because
of the wafers and slivers of memory
it contained. This is supposedly
the truth — each word — what
is cherished can be kept neatly
in just a dusty little box.
A change of plans is no accident
if you don’t think of it as such.
A diversion lies in wait,
a chance to recreate what might have been.
If you don’t think of it as such,
what’s meant to be
might actually be a mistake.
A diversion lies in wait,
whenever a choice forces its way
inside the twists and turns of life.
A chance to recreate what might have been
is an opportunity to look anew
at what has yet to be imagined.
Bruised and battered
Surrounded by love
I tried to repair
All that I could
With no clear path
And miles away
It’s easy to feel
You’re a castaway
But this is my purpose
This is my plan
I am more than
Just a madman
I’m here to protect
You are my home
I’m ready to hold on
I can hear the storm.
8/5/17 9:23
Kismet/Still Can’t Find Her
I’ve been looking for God
In between cities and the webbed space connecting fingers.
I’ve been pacing the bare-bulbed blinding
Never finding faith or redemption,
So that I can drop down to my knees and
Give myself over to something other than my impulses.
Something other than you.
I’ve been looking for God
Behind the soft spaces of your ears.
I’ve searched for years to find a way
To absolve my own indiscretions.
Looking underneath my rib cage hoping
That the bigger the space is
The more likely God’s to be found.
I’ve been looking for God
Inside the notebooks my friends give me;
Desperate attempts to channel my
Frenzied cycling thoughts,
Because there must be a better way to repent
For the time that wasn’t spent
In your good graces.
I’ve been looking for God
For over 24 years
To make sense of the recurring kismet
That draws me to you.
I still can’t find her but I think she lives
In the way you pronounce my name
Like a hymn.
Saturday dawn
he’s calling time,
coffee to brew
my heavy eyelids.
The cat knocks it down
they run through the hall,
it pierces through me
Saturday dawn.
Eggs in the pan
srambled not bad,
why does he cry?
no school today.
Cleaning perhaps;
feeding the cats,
pampers for him
its nothing new.
Odors that faint
litter to change,
running he sreeched
Saturday dawn.
The distance between us is far and bare
I’ve anchored my feelings, nothing more than a stare
I wish I could break the shackles
I’d take on the fighters and win any battle
I’d listen to what ignites your fires
I’d revive from your love, life and desires
We’d travel across borders and green lands
Before I see the rest you get up and stand.
And as you leave, a quick glance shows you care
No chivalry today my darling,
But I will one day have the courage to profess, I swear.
your cloudy eyes
your new mind
your cloudy eyes
your broken frame
your confused stare
your new mind
your cloudy eyes
your calm gait