Last Commented Allegory Poems (898)

Night skies chant her lunacy cries,
Tonight catching melodious firefly,
Would you please close my tired eyes,
Breezy nocturnal leaves waving goodbyes.

Will willows charm me to slumber?
Heaven tears pour over aching mountains,
Nasty buggers piercing expose wicked terrain,
Daylight rays awaken the sleeping giant.

Shadows painted on my face
Passing clouds over my eyes
Lost my gaze into a cavern
Attentive to my heart’s soft rhythm
Feet stuck to an earthen floor
Aromas of decay and springs
Besides a wet glistening rock
Hands held touching a crevice
Tracing any hint of sensation
Heightened in every senses
Taking that first quiet step
Somewhere inside my soul

(c) Yankee4you 2017

When you were born you were never handed
The mysterious equations of life..

In your cradle you merely cried for your
Mothers milk and the bright shiney toys
That dangled above your crib

Your world was nothing more than a Pristine universe filled with playgrounds,

Mud puddles, and swinging off the old tire
That swung you into the local pond

The thrill of reeling in that first Catfish, and your freckled faced Sweetheart from the forth grade was your

Souls joy with bull frogs and crickets
Making song in your hidden cove

Truth for you was the song of creation
Pressing upon your tender mind and as you
Covered your head in that warm blanket at
Night only the smell of autumn leaves drifted you to sleep

But as the years rolled on bookbags and
School buses transported you to an outside
World

A world beyond bull frogs and splashing
Toes in the pond

A world insensitive to a mothers touch, And to bedtime stories on Christmas eve

The restlessness of the world of people
With all it's confusion and doubt

What to you was the the obvious logic
Of the love of life was called into reason
By minds who saw little or nothing in the
Slimplicity of innocence

Few wise men as it were, pay
Much heed to the humbling truths
From the mouths of babes

The cold calulations of
Arrogant teachers would surely
Test the veracity of your humble
Emotions

The beauty of all your
Golden sunsets, the smile
Of a freckled faced girl has
Been thoughly tested in a solution
In your science lab, and your childhood
Asumptions have been found wanting

But your heart would not relent
The star of your hope still burns
Within your soul

Dusty old philosophers books, and
Faithless disciples of doom could
Never match the wisdom of bull frogs
And hidden lakes filled with catfish
And the freckled faced smile of that
Forth grade sweetheart..

They can never follow your star which is
The light of your life.
Cafe

I caught your lines
softly spoken
echoes in the old forest

I caught your words
last birds to fly
in these the seasons
the seasons we have known

I walk peacefully
alongside her, that was me.
Pondering where I should be,
or should i say she?

Our paths split so long ago.
Was it impossible this dream
to join again, it seemed
a journey fraught with fear.

I see her shadow in the water.
does she want the same?
Is she game
to try again?

I did shout in anger at her,
in the splitting, all those years ago.
I challenged her "be gone, go".
the shadow disappeared oh so slow.

Was I wrong
to cut the threads
of myself, my fears, my dreads?
I sigh in peace holding shadows in my head.

I had Matisse around for lunch
square white linen under a blue sky
I said "I rather fancied Woman with a Hat"
we watched the ants in the cracked bark of the plane tree
"it brought me joy" he said
he left
I thought life should be tangelo

I spent monday
just walking through town
searching for solace
but none could be found

the wind whistled arias
clarity true
I dreamt of a vessel..
she turned into you

my eyes coarse from labours
blinking through mists
a tangle of conflicts
my hands sleeping fists

I spent tuesday morning
down at the yard
searching for magic
for some fated card

it's then that I saw you
pitched in the muck
neglected by everyone's
concept of luck

I spent all of wednesday
smoothing the deck
washing salt tears
from the grooves
of your neck

I ate in your wheelhouse
I slept in your aft
people that knew me
considered me daft

I watched thursday morning
select it's new hue
it mirrored your essence
but only I knew

the grief of good friday
rose with the tide
that day in the chapel
when you were my bride

so I bury my rage
in the virtue of toil
in the place
where you float
'tween the sea and the soil


(for Vanessa)

twas a time of fresh worn innocence
eighteen years of age
and the writ of my experience
fell short upon the page
ragged as a student
who had never eaten warm
come in she said and welcome
to the ladies dorm

hardly out of smallburg
green as an apple tree
two dinner plated startled eyes
and jeans without a knee
"you look like a hardy boy"
she told me without scorn
come in she said and welcome
to the ladies dorm

my recollection hazy
of how I slept that night
unable to articulate
my thought with my delight
as beauty slept in rapture
behind oaken doors forlorn
come in she said and welcome
to the ladies dorm

intoxicating creatures
robbed me of my youth
I never fought so lightly
(to tell you the truth)
they made a man of me
strengthening my form
come in she said and welcome
to the ladies dorm

breakfast at the table
my eyes fixed to my spoon
with a dozen or so sirens
laughing at my swoon
and the scent of what I felt heaven was
seemed to be the norm
come in she said and welcome
to the ladies dorm

twenty-nine years later
wife and babies too
I chanced on to return there
my memories to renew
said the angel of uncertainty
three decades on her form
come in she said and welcome..
to the ladies dorm



(for Vanessa)

the boat is idle
I'm drinking some tea
I look to the shoreline
thoughts come to me

experimental daydreams
as oft I'm inclined
so loved by the genius
we walk behind

Einstein, I think
imagined a man
struck by twin lightnings
as only he can

equidistant in impact
he stood there upright
simultaneously struck
to his left and his right

watching all this
and moving indeed
a girl on a train
blurs by at great speed

her train was the distance
between night and day
acceleration is gravity
as Albert would say

but the girl in the carriage
saw the bolt to her right
hit a fraction before
the other one's flight

relatively speaking
he'd stumbled on truth
and I thought of the tracks
that led to my youth

and a man struck hard
by a bolt from the blue
that town was me..
and that woman was you


(for Vanessa)

this cabin be
the same as real
though the texture
has a different feel

her fingerprints
upon the door
scuffed heel scar
upon the floor

in walked she
as moonlit shone
her ghost a'rest
upon my own

the lake her eye
oft frozen there
in forests
of her chestnut hair

I cut and peeled
a hazel wand
with berried lure
to fish her pond

I pay my line
into her fear
to catch the last
remaining tear

to bring it home
beside the fire
to dry her pain
with my desire

and when a moth
of star doth sleep
our hearts will rid
all will to weep