Free Verse Poems (29,539)

Before our paths crossed ,
our lives unfolded on their individual own ,
as we gathered experiences
both sweet and bitter ...
Eventually we met,
all the wiser but quite wearier ...
The chinks in our armor
a little more worse for wear ,
but not our self-worth nor capacity to love,
of which we are more deeply aware ...

But for me
that is the beauty and strength
of having the right person ...
To travel Life's journey with,
through all the years and every season ...
Then both can together recover, strengthen,
thrive ... and not merely survive ...
To make it easier and perhaps faster to heal,
to strengthen each other's resolve & will ...

So that , in the end,
your time ... my time ...
if only given the chance
and allowed to merge into one ...
With mutual resolve, faith, and perseverance ,
finding strength in indomitable coherence ,
Yours and mine will then become
a more fulfilling happier "our" time
never ever to crumble... never ever to be undone ...

Present mandate encourages demonizing White's
minority criticism violation of human right's
Endless propagandizing to validate victimhood
overplayed nonsense thwarts potential brotherhood

Blacks shamelessly preach unequal treatment
their actions in no way equivalent
Societies heightened anxiety minorities own
falsehoods shouted outta every microphone

Black leaders simply bury their head
silent about shooting each other dead
They obviously love fueling the flame
long ago mastered deflecting blame

Only blacks have endured victimization
their culture alone faces discrimination
Forget Uyghurs only black's matter
BLM newest spewing racist chatter

Stop promulgating such divisive nonsense
try grasping the collateral consequence
Let us ALL live free
if not 'America 1st' flee

Guns the perpetrators not criminal scum
to demented ideology, we'll never succumb
2nd Amendment liberal's thirst to negate
republics Constitution others yearn to eradicate

Reason behind confiscating our arms Nefarious
infantile arguments rarely less than hilarious
Guns shooting themself has certain appeal
pistol gangs annihilating street gang's ideal

Guns mostly irrelevant in unspeakable crimes
one people maliciously perpetuate olden times
Quit demonizing the poor innocent guns
in DC mendacity delivered in tons

Guns can't kill their handlers do
advocate intrepidly about what's actually true
Fear Not indoctrinated fools deemed 'Woke'
on unfounded bullshit they'll inevitably choke

'We The People' shan't relinquish protection
for America and her Patriots preservation






copyright 2/25/22

I first thought about it in eighth grade
This world population was getting too big
Back when Jesus was around it was only 200 million
That was what mother nature intended
They discovered cures for things that kept us in check
Now we are a virus on this wonderful planet
We got too smart for our own good it seems
We'll be 7 billion by the end of 2011
I shouldn't care about this but it hurts
The jobs and the animals are being destroyed by it
The water, the air, the plants and animals are being destroyed by it
So I recycle, I don't litter, I do what I can
but I feel like a samonella bacteria
confused and choking on the crap of all the others
How big will we get?
Will we ever go to Mars?
Will we ever find a solution?
Or will we just recycle another soda bottle?

The leaves on the trees
are starting to change and will soon fall ...
Can feel the chill in the air more and more ...
The hope of spring and warmth of summer
for me , gone forevermore ...

I held on to my heart's dreams ..
still wished to the very end
on Love's grace, it seems ....

But winter is slowly approaching ,
days when snow starts falling ...
And yet, here I am.... all alone ...
my heart grieving
for even Love's pains
have not turned it to stone ...

Like Arwen , a year from losing her love ...
but for me , only in my mind & heart ,
I walk in solitude
through the fallen leaves ... amongst the trees ...
feeling sorrow I can not fully speak of ...
Only comfort is the caress on my face
of a chilly autumn breeze ...
And like her , with cloak around me,
I lay on the forest floor ...
With closed eyes, in my imagination ...
I behold my longed for Love
as in a vision ...
Waiting ... at me smiling ...gently inviting ...
with hand in his, together, to enter Love's door ...
no more desolation ... only joyful anticipation ...

Daffodils


rain trodden daffodils
faces inelegantly
quashed to the wet earth

appear the picture of
abject defeat, but
appearance here belies

a purpose unseen
for they bow in praise
of the lifeblood rain, satiated

within their hollow stalks,
until the god of sun
radiates to bless them, then

lifting elegant faces,
they adorn the wonderous day

The shifting shadows
Of the past
Cast by the burning bridges
Over the luggage
Of unsettled grudges
Abandoned on the shore
For the ravenous splashing waves.
The broken spears
Put to rest
No fights
With windmills anymore
Coming back
From the silence of solitude
Carried with ease
By a refreshing breeze
Above the bounding walls
Away
From the shifting shadows
Of the past
Free to explore
Spontaneous sparks
Of alchemical reactions
Triggering affection

We can try our best.... like I really do ....
But it seems , many times,
the one we most badly want,
we simply don' t get to keep ...
And with a heavy sigh,
before the ache gets to feel too deep,
that hopeful heart is, once more, put to sleep ...

For each instance,
it eats at one's resolve ...
The steps a little slower,
the smiles with less sparkle , a bit fainter ...
The laughs grow fewer ,
the trace of sadness in one's eyes
become undeniably clearer ...

Yet there is precious life to live productively,
Remaining years that
can still be spent more meaningfully ...
These are all nevertheless doable,
though, perhaps,
with a spirit more subdued,
reflective and humble ...

Many things in life
are so fluid, unsure, and everchanging ...
But one thing undoubtedly is immutable ...
That the human heart is made for loving ,
thrives better when giving & sharing ,
however one may waste time in denying ...

Maybe not this time ...
Perhaps in the next lifetime ..
When sought after happiness from affection
is placed within grasp
in my next reincarnation ...

Maybe next time,
to my favor, the stars will finally align ...
I hope to be open and aware
so I won't miss the clear signs ...

Maybe next time,
I won't anymore experience Goldilocks' quandary,
that feels like Tantalus' story of mockery ...
Too hot ... too cold... too soft ... too hard ,
like a game of chance with a handful of bad cards ...
Can smell and feel it,
almost within my grasp...
Only for it to, in the end,
sorrowfully unclasp ....

Maybe when I'm least aware ,
not so much anymore thinking or looking ...
For all we know,
when Life is simply allowed to flow
like a precious cask of good Merlot ...
that's probably when the rainbow finally starts appearing ...
that's perhaps when the dreary heart, once again,
begins glowing ...

bottle black
like Miles
sketching Spain
somewhere
back in the files
I dwell some

Kind of Blue
came on true
listless days
JazzFM plays
London fun
England 1991

I bought Tutu
'86 when he blew
sounds of the street
tapping them feet
not quite the same
'60 was top of his game