Shotgun
Forget deep thinking,
I am shotgunning poems.
I hope something sticks.
Poem one
His eyes are ice
His souls is dark
He never sees me
Yet I still try
I look in to his eyes
Try finding his soul
Hoping that I will change him
But he never will
Unpublished
Your love unpublished
With promise
No grace
Your face
I don’t look anymore
The tapping of the piano cords
A voice I could not hear
The haunting touch
A cold kiss
The dark a shadow of U….
Today
Love is here. I feel so happy and blissed out. Is this really my life?
Nobody is GIVING me love. No platters are being handed out with that delicious entree. It resides fully within me. And I radiate it out. Can you feel it?
I am love. Loving. Lovely.
Boots
I play under
beech trees
as if boots
kicking me
are not real.
Your laughter
jars me more
than boots.
Leprechauns peek out
from the ferns.
I can’t decipher their words,
which drop to the ground
like bark from the beech.
Silence
The hum of the refrigerator
The scratch of the dog’s claw’s on the door
Bird songs in the distance
It’s very quiet, but
There is no such thing as silence
#2 Kill me slowly.
1. To whom does your heart belong?
If not to me; the rose, nor to the thorn?
Into the wilderness, my dear,
the solitude, in which it was born.
2. Past be done,
long gone forgotten.
Breathe in this free air now,
I’ve chosen for you.
Oh my dear,
you touched my heart.
I am free with you,
or so I thought?
3. I saved you from storms,
I healed you scars.
I loved you when you were,
nothing but a broken heart.
It’s true you saved me,
and I owe you my life,
But sometimes I still wonder,
if I sucked you in my strife.
4. It doesn’t matter to me,
I only live for your smile.
If that’s what it takes,
I will walk with you in the aisle.
It might not to you,
but you do matter to me.
I will not let you deprive,
yourself all the love you need.
5. Oh leave me alone now,
I got my answer.
You just don’t love me,
the way you loved her.
Oh my dear,
I do love you.
But I don’t know if as a friend,
or rebound from somebody I used to know.
hate
HATE
A vicious cancer
That eats your joy
Saps your strength
Blinds your sight
Takes your mind
To Sheol
Beech Mountain Wasn’t Meant for Me: Here’s Why
My dream was to move to North Carolina some day;
Lucky for me, in Texas I did stay.
It finally became clear our paths would intervene;
Mine and the boy who had lived down the street.
His boots he wears with pride, this Texan love of mine;
Though I still would like to see Beech Mountain, staying here is fine.
The lantern of love took 30 years to light;
I asked him one day if he knew why.
He looked above the piano at the pictures of my three kids;
“So they could be” he proudly said.