Category: Poetry

Start to see a difference,

How you talk and walk.

You have an honest opinion,

But you don’t let it become a fault.

You fight for those who have no voice.

You encourage those who are humble.

You defend the rights and blessings

That come with living in our country.

Only you know how hard it’s been.

And I know you’ve stumbled.

I know you got lost sometimes.

But I won’t hold that against you,

Because I understand your heart

Is in the right place.

Your mind is not full of litter.

Your body is clean as a temple.

I trust you with being in charge.

And I know you are a great leader.

I’ll support you, in thick and thin.

I’ll pray for your health and wisdom.

I can rest easy

Knowing you’re at the helm.

Thank you for earning my trust!

Climbing a hill to get out of the city,

Not in shape, so it’s not pretty.

Will you try to meet me there?

I don’t care that you don’t care.

I just want to talk to you

About some stuff that I’ve been through.

Can you see the ending near?

Can you tell I’m full of fear?

If only once I meet another,

Someone I can call my brother.

Maybe we can spend some time

Listening and making rhymes.

Maybe we can find a way

Out of here. No, we won’t stay.

Let’s combine our talents now.

You and I can make a vow.

Never leave each other alone,

Without love you cannot write a song.

Without love…

Looking at the stars from quite afar,

I lounge in my PJs and count the work days,

And hope to grace I don’t lose my face,

Following rockets into outer space.

Can you embrace the logic?

Or have I lost my locket?

Coasting across the Indian Ocean,

I feel myself reflex to the bubbling potion.

Is there an answer, or an ending,

To this notion?

Summer bird, sing your song.

Tweedle-eet-deet, fly up and up,

To your nest in the tree.

Feed your babies from your beak.

Watch for shadows of preying hawks.

Watch for squirrels, thieves of food.

Winter bird, what will you do,

When there’s nothing to eat

Not far from home?

Winter bird, do you rise early,

To dig in the ground

For a crawling worm?

Something small, something good.

Something precious in the woods.

Rain coming down on my head, runs

Down my nose, then onto my shoes.

Lovely day for a walk, he, he. Wonder

If there is any sanity in a Quaker

Parrot’s scream. Not so, it seems. By

The way, is there anything clean

About a bloody nose? My sinuses are

Dried out from the Claritin I take to

Stop the running. But there is a storm

Brewing. The rain falls, and steam

Rises from the asphalt. Oh, to take a

Scoop! My eyes are sore. Not much.

Cackle gulp sneeze he, he, he. Listen

To my aching, rattling my cage oh so

Impatiently. My anxiety boils to a

Peak, overflowing onto my chair. My

Body shakes until it hangs in distress.

The calling wolves in the distance

Echoes from outside the door. So

Dark, it seems. It’s just you and me.

Me, with my nightmares and

Haunting memories. You, with your

Mirror, checking for anything out of

Place. We are quite the company for

Each other. Sin babbles like a brook.

I am quite the harbinger of bad news.

If only there was a solution for my

Emptiness and headaches. Try a hat

On for size. It squeezes the scalp,

Traps heat, leaves a red mark on the

Forehead and hair sticking up. Such a

Waste. So many tears in your jar.

Crossing my arms and legs,

Gathering myself in anticipation of my next move.

My guard is certainly up,

In heightened alertness of what you might say, or not say.

I’m cold and nervous.

Frustration binds me in a twisted knot.

Can you read my mind? I wonder.

I can stay in this position for hours,

Or until my muscles start to cramp.

Give me a match. Let me light up a cigarette.

Haze eases into the room.

What was once a glaring bulb,

Now scatters and ricochets into pieces.

I feel a creepy film cover my skin.

Wrapped up in dust and grime,

I tighten my body in the dry air.

I want to scream, but I swallow my revulsion.

Am I trapped in this cruel predicament forever?

I close my eyes, wishing I was somewhere else.

To escape from this stranglehold is my vision.

One drop of moisture is all I ask.

Hyped up, the celebration

Is the event of the time.

Turned down,

You reject it in an instant.

Yes, you’d like to be there.

You would if you could.

But it’s not the way things

Seem to go, this time.

No, it’s not the will of the universe

To bring you to that point.

To have you there,

With friends and family,

Making the most

Of a little thing,

But, oh, it’s much bigger

Than anything else that’s happened

In your life in many years,

More than in theirs as well.

To be there, to toast to paradise,

To give a revelation,

Of things to come,

To speak the unspeakable,

To challenge the present

With what you have,

What you’d wish

For those you love,

The ones you live with,

And the ones you only see

Every once in a while.

I talk to you. I ask you how you are.

You answer that you’re good,

But it’s hard to believe you.

The world has come crashing down

Upon your head.

You can’t see the forest for the trees.

She’s awake but doesn’t see it either.

You both are trying so hard.

You don’t want to bother anyone,

You just want to fit in,

Live your lives independently again.

Do your thing, without

Asking anybody about anything.

If only yesterday would return.

If only you could put the past

In a bottle, and take it with you.

But time marches on,

And it carries you

To places and times,

Where and when you don’t want to be.

If only you’d get a redo.

If only you had known,

It would turn out this way.

If only things would change

For the better, yes, a little.

Oh, but life is not like that.

It grabs you by the horns

And tumbles you over,

Flailing topsy turvey.

So much you never said,

Nothing to take back,

But everything to give.

Just once again.

Another chance.

Heaviness on my heart today.

I saw you there, but did you see me?

I’m worried about you,

Wondering if you know

What’s going on around you.

Troubled to see you,

Taking people’s lives into your hands,

Destiny falls before you.

Life force quakes beneath your yolk.

Bodies piled up, you crawl across them.

Some hanging from the rafters,

Their insides spilling out.

Begging for mercy, pity, anything.

But then I see you through the lens,

I see you fall, I feel the heaviness again.

Please, you say, don’t let them kill me.

That’s a quote for the ages.