Category: Poetry

Love comes

In a flash.

It burns,

Like an inferno.

Then disappears,

Like the flame

Of a match.

Gone.

*(Written 2010-2011)

I lift my hands

Above my head.

I sway

Back and forth,

And sing a song.

Do you know

The tune?

Not really.

I understand.

It is just for me.

Just me and myself,

And my body.

We sway, and sway.

We sing, and sing.

It is only a

Ritual for a king,

And his kingdom.

(2010-2011)

A cage rises

Around my body.

I cannot see

A way out.

They cover my head.

No, I never said

Anything.

I did not tell

The truth.

I did not fib,

Either.

But they took me,

And put me here.

Now, I don’t know

What to do.

*(Written 2010-2011)

Green grass grows

Between my toes.

I feel it move,

Nothing to prove.

I hear the trees

Blowing in the breeze

The leaves whisper

Songs, and listen

To my crying.

My sighing echoes

Across my lawn.

I catch myself yawning.

As evening comes,

I go inside my house,

And change my clothes.

That’s the most

I can do

Today.

*(Written 2010-2011)

Cringe, as I remove

Crust from your aching

Eyes, swelled from

Infection and irritation.

Wag your tail, as I

Scratch your back

And in between your

Large ears that point

Up to the skies

Like little radars.

You sniff your way

Around the floor

Because you can’t see

Worth a flip anymore.

You bang into the door

Of your own crate.

You’re still cute, though.

Sweet melodies ring

In the firmament.

Swing,

                               Swing,

            Swing.

I am

                             Delighted.

So glad you said

You’d stay

                         For a while.

I am content.

Now.

               Here.

                                  With you.         

*(Written 2010-2011)     

Round and round,

My toes go in a ring.

My mind goes

On a

S

T

R

I

N

G

.

A very

Skinny

Thing.

An apple. Gone.

*(Written 2010-2011)

I’m sitting here thinking,

And then I start blinking.

I cannot remember where

I put that thing–no.

Where and when.

Why and who.

I don’t get it.

I give up.

Don’t take my word,

Take my life, please.

*(Written in 2010-2011)

Love exists

Before, and after, pain.

Sometimes, I don’t know he’s here.

Sometimes, I don’t feel him.

But, he is.

He surrounds me, he fills

My mind with thoughts,

And my lungs with breath,

And keeps my heart beating.

He helps me to keep going,

No matter how hard life seems.

He gives me comfort,

When there is no comfort.

He holds my hand,

When I am all alone.

I wait on him, sometimes,

For what seems like forever,

But, what I don’t realize,

Is that he has been here all the time,

Just waiting for me to say his name.

Thank you, Jesus.

Religion.  Who needs it?

I do, and you do, apparently,

But, perhaps, not for the reasons

You might think.

We create institutions

To organize, control,

Gain power over others,

And their money.

To gain commitments

Of time and energy,

To funnel resources

To causes and beliefs

That we care about.

But does all that stuff

Really matter to God?

Wouldn’t he rather

We just love and accept each other,

And get on with living

A life of love?

Do we have to build,

And collect, and instigate?

Why don’t we just

Keep it simple?

Let’s just love each other.

Perhaps, we do gain something

From our religion.

We learn truth,

And we receive grace,

At least, theoretically.

But if we don’t put it

Into practice, what good is it?