Spartacus2012 Poetry (404)

A letter found
upon the table
words written all so kind
a sort of sad first farewell
attempting to speak her troubled mind..

She's gone for the day
like a train
that led the way
there is a world I know
such a long way to go..

Then suddenly I see
how hard it was
to write these words to me
a sad farewell
expressed so tenderly..

She'll be back soon someday
finding a rainbow
to lead the way
when she finds the things
she needs to see and know..

It was just sad words that fell
not her heart that said farewell..

She's just a plain
good old country girl
never complains a lot
doesn't ask you to buy her the world

riches silver or gold
just wants to be loved
a gift that cannot be sold
such a sweet and loving heart..

Smooth talking southern drawl
words spoken peaches sweet
down home girl sexy swing and all
countrified and country fed...

When I first met her
my soul took shape some song
her energy playing master violin
a tune so pure and so strong..

My lady wears perfume from her bower
so lovely inside and beautiful within
country girl the dreamier flower
my soul in rapture above all earthly sin..

In a woman's heart
is spark of divine fire
such warmth to a mans night
dominant prosperity to his desire...

Then who is more worthy of praise
than women of such angelic grace
even the night sky brimful of stars
cannot match the lovely parts of woman's face!

O her hand is full with roses
she brings the moon of celestial spring
her soul is of other worldly splendor
purple ember of day break does she bring!

Would there be comfort in sickness
contentment in health without her tenderness
what relief of the days torment
could we have without a woman's presence?

O woman most fragrant flower from heaven sent
you are Eve to soothe restless past
I await the fall of your floating garment
and the noble charm you eternally cast..

A hidden treasure
shiny and gold
underneath my pillow
almost a perfect circle
once hanging
from a lovely earlobe
on the gypsy lover
that came and went with the moon.

The wind has brought me
her name this morning
I recall the blue and gold scarf
that draped her shoulders
apple-blossom cheeks
bright red lips slightly apart
affection waiting to love
my gypsy lover with golden earring..

This symbol of such beauty
when the light bathed them
they had a sort of twinkle
elegance and grace
adding to her loveliness
mimicking in a strange way
this piece of her left behind

Perhaps she will return to retrieve it
my heart awaits!

I hear scratching at my door
seeing whiskers set afire
the indigo night calling
her fur erect with desire...

She is my stray cat
making her nightly prowl
If I pet her the right way
she will surely purr and howl..

Baby put on your tiger skin
and if you so prefer
we can commit your secret sin
stretched upon my bed of fur...

Darling I have catnip for you
make you scratch and scream till dawn
leave your claw marks on my back
long after the full moon is gone..

You lead me on
seeing my life was incomplete
whispering those promises
dripping honey sweet...

Now I am to understand
we are to be just friends
alone in my house of sand
contemplating inevitable end...

Such a comfortable liar
weaver of broken dreams
fantasier magical bean buyer
a dark siren mystifier...

Falling I must confess
I won't buy them anymore
demigoddess in little black dress
bedroom white liar galore...

I lived your beautiful lie
being the hoper and the prayer
looking for rainbow in our sky
and for you the proclaimed soothsayer...

But I became ensnared
in my self created fire
by such a beautiful liar
and a victim of my own desire..

A rare snow day
here in the deep south
we are snowed in
inside looking out
but that's okay
if I'm snowed in with you
it could be a dream come true...

Let's pick out a movie
pop some corn
play whatever game you wish
maybe put on our heavy coats
go outside and build a snow man
with you in this cold white snow
no where else for us to go...

We'll come back inside
make some hot chocolate
have you cuddle next to me
so warm and so close
snuggling on my living room couch
on this day of rare frigid weather
I love this time we have together...

This snowed in day in late January
deep inside my heart and mind
I am snowed in with you
from daybreak to sunset
so lovely
so sweet
so much in love!

O my Lord I try and understand
as I gaze upon your shroud
where you became a being of light
ascending to heaven upon a cloud...

I see bloodstained image of crucified man
who wore crown on thorns upon His head
a face of such peaceful slumber
every pain you suffered can be read..

O my Lord much like you
love has left me crucified
I wear my own crown of thorns
I search for love and have been denied..

I see the face of death's giving
true I have loved and lost
send me a woman among the living
my arms around her spread like a cross..

Lead me out of this garden tomb
alone in my bed of impregnated linen
praying for love and my sins forgiven
and a love to be forever shrouded in Turin..

She is of such Spanish beauty
fire in the sky to the west
her loveliness triumphs over the sun
sun setting sphere in her setting...

She the orb of fertile fire
glowing warmth of belleza
a dream of amor in green field
to the blue of the mountains...

When we make love
it is on a bed of cedar
upon a very special mattress
O what the earth swallows!

When me make amor
do we consult the clock?
time is of no matter
time lost is worth any treasure...

When we make love
rosy and fresh are her lips
she kisses and quenches my thirst
I could drink her whole soul!

O mi amor I am sick for you
there is no hope for a cure
I thirst for your amor loco
for you are my source of spring water...

O love where art thou?
bright eyes that gleam
searching infinity for you
astride silver moonbeam...

Orion faces Taurus
with pointed horns ahead
through quarks and photons
bright nebula I am led...

Upon tail of comet
light speed gazelle
drawn towards a voice
like a soft lute's swell...

O love where art thou?
come forward and bless
this lonely galactic hunter
drooping with weariness...

Warping to planes far away
towards measure of comfort
the spoils of the chase
at thy feet I lay...

Off to places yet unknown
led by stars flickering tone
love I grasp thy hand
and call you my own...

April 14, 1865
A chilled southern wind
Lincoln's last hours
Our American Cousin...

John Wilkes Booth
born: May 10, 1838
Taurus the bull
claimed he had too great a soul
to die like a common criminal...

April 26, 1865
shot rang out
hands held above chest
tell mother I died for country
these hands, useless...useless..

When we first met
you said
all you wanted
was a lover and best friend...

Instead I became
your personal handyman
seemingly to repair
your past leaky ceiling relationships...

Maybe to super glue
the many pieces
of your broken heart back together
or oil your squeaky insecurities...

I spent much time
tightening nuts and bolts
in your suspicious mind
seeing they were loose...

But as of now
I'm hanging up
my hammer and tool pouch
no longer your handyman

I'm putting in
my two weeks notice...