Last Commented Allegory Poems (898)

I was never
taught
how music's
sold and bought

all I know
is every girl
I ever knew
had lyrics.. but never you

girl you are
a celtic air
a blend of strings
when no-one's there

no need for lines
nor lyrics wrote
a warmth beyond
a thing you'd quote

I see the words
of girls I knew
fade amongst
the morning dew

I hear your strings
at evening's fade
your head sleeps on
my shoulder blade

old boats they can charm
any ocean
fibreglass lord knows
runs afoul

and for every
newsflashy gimmick
there's a hundred year handcrafted dowel

see I do not blame
you woman
for quitting
on summer's depart

see you can't
expect a lion in winter
from the owner
of an average heart

some women
sail when it's easy
some women
take on all tides

for every man
on a deck feeling queasy
there's a port
where a true one resides

now I don't doubt
you woman
you'll find another man
on your chart

all that I do know
is that for certain
he'll be the owner
of an average heart

some varnish it cracks
in the setting
some paint
it will outlast time

some women know the man
they are getting
some women are as weak
as the brine

me I'll go out
in all weather's
see I found a french vessel
at mart

and she's strong in the ways
that you weren't
and she's the owner
of a savage ol' heart

we tracked it with technology
we fixed a tracing ring
in the hope of reading data
the haunted click to sing

we followed her in boats
she pitched a role to play
we watched her shoal a stanza
as time zones fell away

she beached in California
a thousand souls did track
in a sea of rhyming couplets
love just brought her back

her enigmatic measure
a pen as gambler's stake
once I thought she smiled at me
as eye did surface break

all currents are concurrent
all hungers grow with sate
all equals carry conscience
all actions carry fate

the new fleets of media
near hunt her to the brink
yet she thrives
where no man dives

a thirst beyond a drink

So it was only reflections,
In a driveway puddle
Frozen over with a skin of ice
On a crisp cold day
Even as flashes of
The sun shining bright
That I was thinking about you
Thinking about a warm fire
Its glowing embers snapping
Sparkling wine and red pasta
Sauce dripping off
My twirling fork
While running my fingers
Through your auburn hair

to the day the darkness
brings an end
I am the last Irish wolf
the darkness is my friend

they killed me
and they skinned me
as the virgin
snows a'fell

but the tavern's cheers
are qualified
they know
I wait in hell

I am the peerless hunter
as constant as the tide
"Mactyre" they call me
outcast son of the countryside

my eye contains a private death
my claw imprisons hope
I'm the thread of fear a'runneth
through the cord of every rope

I am alpha to the moonlit oaks
to the mountains and the rain
I am balm to all the natural laws
and thus I will remain

to stalk the stars
to kill the clouds
to forage in the lands
to sleep in the belly of time

untouched by human hands

I spent Monday just walking through town.. searching for magical.. timbers of brown

Tuesday's arrival.. flooded my deck.. from the truest of branches.. I fashioned your neck

I spent Wednesday doing nothing at all.. till a bird with your voice.. sung out from a wall

You told me to hurry.. in the words of a song.. you told me that Thursday.. wouldn't be long

Friday's new coat.. hung from my bed..I made every string.. from a hair of your head

I took you to concerts.. I heard your notes fly.. migrating to consciousness.. nesting in sky

when the river is gentle
when sound runs and sighs
when starlight is music
when I first heard your lies

your blonde hair silk curtains
fell over my world
and it robbed me of daylight
on the night it unfurled

some nights I can't sleep
some days I can't eat
sometimes the curve of your memory
trips up my bare feet

I'm too tough to hate
I'm too strong to moan
when kissing her body
I still feel alone

the mist coats my bones
the air stings then soothes
some people are happy
and some sing the blues

carrie walked out of the diner.. her shift was nearing its end.. and the trees made love in the darkness.. and her eyes to a smile did pretend

talks about music and college.. did rise and fall on the air.. and a heart that once loved another.. for no reason began not to care

I drove down there about midnight.. past farms that seemed to be free.. but I knew in the end that I'd buy one.. and that would be the end of me

now the birds still sing in the tall grass.. on the earth where she once loved me.. but it spins on an axis so different.. and I've learned to let certain things be

but her car.. her car.. is a dream

I knew she was getting tired of me.. my work it was getting her down.. and what good is a roughneck on dance night.. when there's a banker's hand in town

"will you see me on Sunday..?"
will you smile your smile and look nice?.. but you know that a question is worthless.. when you gotta ask it twice

now the river flows down like always.. from the mountains that once heard us sing.. but its funny how something is nothing.. when nothing was once everything

but her car.. her car.. is a dream

her small talk began getting smaller.. she spoke to a script I could see.. and her eyes that were warmer than summer.. did look to a place beyond me

feeling like an oak that's been hollowed.. yet my pride it still rode next to me.. and when she asked if I could say something.. I said no and just let me be

and the roads they took us homeward.. in my daddy's truck through the dark.. and I looked in the heavens for answers.. and saw nothing but stars and a lark

"I heard she married a Doctor"
my friend Jake did tell me years on.. and I smiled like it meant nothing to me.. and got sick when I knew he was gone

now the sparrows play in the cornfields.. where we used to make love all night long.. ain't it funny how some women linger..
and you can't seem to outdrive their song

and her car, her car.. was a dream

when the playing cards fall
from the poker game of life
in name or in spirit
I'll always call you wife

you watched me live my dreams
as I trapped the river, free
you only caught a fleeting glimpse
of how we used to be

the river shares my life
she is gracious.. that I know
a willow signs your name
in the transit of it's flow

the snow here checks my rage
it qualifies each sound
the deep root of family
unchanged beneath the ground

you left this place too early
but you never left me Lil
your black hair dresses trees
and it rains strong whiskey, still

our tale begins midwinter
in austere and ancient rooms.. where landlords sold satanic ales to drink away life's glooms

a tortured artist drinks alone
his circumstances dire
sheltering in his suffering ways
adjacent to the fire

the world had moved on a'pace
and many were left behind
the artist eye that made him wealth.. now obsolete and blind

in matters of the fairer sex
he punched above his weight
two droplet eyes of emeralds
coupled with his fate

she had a savage logic
he lived by dint of heart
when friendly tides
bid both goodbye
they had no course to chart

the clock struck the bell's lament and soon he was last guest
when the landlord offered free a dram.. he thought it for the best

"I hear you are an artist" the bearded barman said
then pointed to a landscape
that hung above his head

"I take no joy in your poverty
as once I wore your shoes..
take that away.. for a year and day.. and I'll buy away your blues.."

dawn brought in fractions.. memory
the artist woke in bed
yet felt an uneasy presence
hanging overhead

he hung it in his study..
he hung it in the hall.. he hung it in an outhouse.. still he heard it's call

he tried to block it's echo.. by hanging in reverse.. but every colour mocked him.. his mind was now a curse

it terrorised his psyche.. it mirrored his unease.. it altered with the seasons.. trees did shed their leaves

his sanity divorced him.. to run away with pain.. he wondered if in waking dreams.. the landlord did the same..