Love
There once was a good boy from Japan.
He wanted to grow up to be a man.
He was kind and strong.
Knowing right from wrong.
By his wife, he was loved all life long.
Eyes Bright
She had headlights where most women have eyes;
Two bright brown orbs dancing with light;
They draw you in, or at least;
They drew me in;
Now her head is lying on my breast;
Her curls rising and falling with every breath I take;
And it occurs to me;
We haven’t had “the talk”;
Is she gay?
Is she bi?
Is she straight, but rethinking that career decision once she ended up on my chest?
And then I realize;
I really don’t care;
As long as those beautiful eyes keep staring up at me from my breast;
She could have five husbands;
It doesn’t matter;
Because, right now;
She’s here with me.
-30-
Twenty~Two…
He licked her toes and she laughed
giggling in his softness
squirming beneath her
they sighed.
later,
she stroked him ’til they kissed
nestled next to each other
rumbling beside her
they grinned together.
looking into his deep sparkling eyes
she whispered…
(I love you, you silly cat)
Let’s wear out these bodies
Let us grown old together and
travel the world
Tromp across the desert
our skin grown thick as leather
I want to grow old with you
lets skip the kids
The forest we can nurture
as we grow old together
I want to grow old together
you by my side
Riding treetops in stormy weather
our hands clinging tight to the other
Growing old with me beside you
old elephants we are
Wandering off to die together
leave the herd behind
Through the wilderness we’ll wander till one or both goes senile and your’re still in a wheelchair and I’m too weak to push you, then I wander off a cliff like a mountain goat and you can’t unfold your emergency blanket quickly enough (There’s a snowstorm and you have bad arthritis in your fingers) so you slowly freeze to death and the last thing I’ll remember is you and the last thing you’ll think of is me.
Lets not die in some old folks home.
Love
Why is it?
Trust is the glue
For respect and love
It is a simple word
And yet,
We fight
Die
And
Sown
Emptiness
Of this love
Why?
Cause
Trust is the glue
For less blue moons
Book Judging
Don’t you go judging a book by its cover or
Life may go judging a boy by his appearance
Recanting “Farewell”
I lied. I tried.
I cannot say goodbye.
by Karen Sullivan
Form: Palinode
(The recanting of Poem #23 “Farewell”)
Hour 22–Non-Traditional Love Poem
Zhubbah da-bibba da-bibba da boo
Punky da-wunky za-bubby da zmoo
Can translate this language?
Dis message for you!
Life in HiDef
It rained today
Knocked the dust right of the sky
Turned it up to ‘HiDef’ digital quality Turkish tile blue
Polished and fluffed the clouds like big feather pillows.
Filtered the air to crisp clean sweet
Like it traveled through fragrant spring meadows
Dancing with crisp white linens
hanging on clotheslines.
Poem 22
Walking along the shore on summer Sunday afternoons,
collecting rocks and shells, cooling our feet,
you and I.
I always wanted to walk behind you to fit my feet
into your footprints
before the waves came to take them away.
My heart was always afraid a wave would come
to take you away from me.
You were strong and brave in my eyes.
You believed in me and knew I could do great things.
You helped me with my homework and got me past
third grade math.
You took the first story I ever wrote to work
and shared it with everyone in the office.
You took my first poem too.
You knew I had a gift with words.
One day the wave came
to take you away from me.
When things get hard for me,
I write my words and
remember you,
whispering your name for strength:
“Daddy.”
Eve Remillard
6/14/2015