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Miss I'm Impossible
I rise at six; say a prayer, check my phone,
Go to the kitchen for my fifteen minutes alone,
Drink my first cup of coffee and practice my smile
And pray for the strength to act docile.
"In the children's presence at least dear Father."
Spine straight, head up and smile on Heather.
Eight-thirty I walk through office doors head held high.
Smile in place, game face on and fighting the urge to sigh.
Appropriate greetings, smile, smile and wave.
Trisha, Andy, Mike, Samantha and even that creep Dave.
" Just another day, another act for the almighty dollar."
Man does Amy ever breaks her collar.
Five I shut my computer down and grab my pocket book.
Home I go to prepare dinner; good wives always cook.
A smile on my face I greet the kids and listen to their tales.
He got an A and she got homework about blue whales.
"Please make him be late, dear God I will take any excuse today."
His car is driving up I noted with dismay.
Ten the house is quiet finally but i can't mistake that for peace.
That I will get when mine, his or both heartbeat cease.
Matrimonial duties are the worse these days.
I avoid them in some unconventional ways.
"Forgive me Father for I am about to sin."
My headache will hit as soon as he walks in.
Tomorrow is a new start or that is what I was taught.
Will I get a new start out of this web in which I'm caught.
I hope so was my last thought before sleep came.
My last feeling though was on of intense shame.
"Father forgive me for I have sinned once more."
I moaned loud and hard as he opens the door.
Go to the kitchen for my fifteen minutes alone,
Drink my first cup of coffee and practice my smile
And pray for the strength to act docile.
"In the children's presence at least dear Father."
Spine straight, head up and smile on Heather.
Eight-thirty I walk through office doors head held high.
Smile in place, game face on and fighting the urge to sigh.
Appropriate greetings, smile, smile and wave.
Trisha, Andy, Mike, Samantha and even that creep Dave.
" Just another day, another act for the almighty dollar."
Man does Amy ever breaks her collar.
Five I shut my computer down and grab my pocket book.
Home I go to prepare dinner; good wives always cook.
A smile on my face I greet the kids and listen to their tales.
He got an A and she got homework about blue whales.
"Please make him be late, dear God I will take any excuse today."
His car is driving up I noted with dismay.
Ten the house is quiet finally but i can't mistake that for peace.
That I will get when mine, his or both heartbeat cease.
Matrimonial duties are the worse these days.
I avoid them in some unconventional ways.
"Forgive me Father for I am about to sin."
My headache will hit as soon as he walks in.
Tomorrow is a new start or that is what I was taught.
Will I get a new start out of this web in which I'm caught.
I hope so was my last thought before sleep came.
My last feeling though was on of intense shame.
"Father forgive me for I have sinned once more."
I moaned loud and hard as he opens the door.
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Posted: Apr 2020
About this poem:
Just thought fluttering around in my head.
Where Are You My Friend
I looked across the empty barren field
Where the land seemed to lay silent and still
Remembering a time when it once yield
Now everything seems destined to be killed
I knocked on your door then let myself in
Emptiness was found took my breath away
My heart cried "Where oh where are you my friend"
Did you leave before I could come today
Closing the door wasn't easy on me
Had to let the land lay fallow awhile
Sometimes you must just let the world be
You don't just give up and throw in the towel
Returned to the field to plant some more seeds
The harvest is growing don't see a weed
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Where the land seemed to lay silent and still
Remembering a time when it once yield
Now everything seems destined to be killed
I knocked on your door then let myself in
Emptiness was found took my breath away
My heart cried "Where oh where are you my friend"
Did you leave before I could come today
Closing the door wasn't easy on me
Had to let the land lay fallow awhile
Sometimes you must just let the world be
You don't just give up and throw in the towel
Returned to the field to plant some more seeds
The harvest is growing don't see a weed
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Posted: May 2012
Post Comment
Her Soft Touch
Soft wool sweater hung loosely on her limbs
Her smile as demure as warm southern seas
Green eyes frothing in slow simmerin' swims
Rose petals falling like leaves in a breeze
Touch me, my bare heart, gently take my hand
Let me lead you in most enchantin' dance
Feet flying as drifts feathers in the wind
Soaring in spirits let's define romance
Let me smell wild lavender on your skin
Feeling, brushing silky sweet close to mine
Growing smiles each tender caressin' grin
Her soft touch... and my heart trembles so fine
So slowly let's dance under swirling stars
Even only in dreams... like sharing ours
Her smile as demure as warm southern seas
Green eyes frothing in slow simmerin' swims
Rose petals falling like leaves in a breeze
Touch me, my bare heart, gently take my hand
Let me lead you in most enchantin' dance
Feet flying as drifts feathers in the wind
Soaring in spirits let's define romance
Let me smell wild lavender on your skin
Feeling, brushing silky sweet close to mine
Growing smiles each tender caressin' grin
Her soft touch... and my heart trembles so fine
So slowly let's dance under swirling stars
Even only in dreams... like sharing ours
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Posted: Jan 2013
About this poem:
Inspired by the girl of my dreams......on just another lonely night...searching for her....in my heart....
Six sides
Slams the door
Heavy the hinges grinds that
Drewls within the stench of odours of others that have been before
Light flickers
Heavy bangs noises loud voices heard
Six sides one is trapped
One sits to one fate to one's dispair
Stench of others over powers
Graffity scorned walls from others there ones alone shivers cold
Now one coming
Alone and scared
One sits and drewls
Time stops
One is lost in limbo
Time now gone
Your alone
Heavy the hinges grinds that
Drewls within the stench of odours of others that have been before
Light flickers
Heavy bangs noises loud voices heard
Six sides one is trapped
One sits to one fate to one's dispair
Stench of others over powers
Graffity scorned walls from others there ones alone shivers cold
Now one coming
Alone and scared
One sits and drewls
Time stops
One is lost in limbo
Time now gone
Your alone
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Posted: Nov 2019
Post CommentLet's Not Wait
Let's not wait because it doesn't matter
Casting out nets of unbridled desire
Drifting sparks of flickering fire scatter
Risks catching our two lonely hearts on fire
Soft as my fingertips run down your spine
Such loving touch belongs to another
Lying close and so helplessly supine
Our bodies entwined around each other
When only two naked souls seek cover
Safely beyond all that keeps us apart
Holding you close in my arms forever
Feeling against my chest your beating heart
Why deny those feelings we can't defend
What we want we can no longer pretend
Casting out nets of unbridled desire
Drifting sparks of flickering fire scatter
Risks catching our two lonely hearts on fire
Soft as my fingertips run down your spine
Such loving touch belongs to another
Lying close and so helplessly supine
Our bodies entwined around each other
When only two naked souls seek cover
Safely beyond all that keeps us apart
Holding you close in my arms forever
Feeling against my chest your beating heart
Why deny those feelings we can't defend
What we want we can no longer pretend
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Posted: Apr 2013
About this poem:
Is there really any good reason to hold back and not love another human being that makes any sense at all? :)A Lavender Sky
Casting light on shortest day my sunrise
Creeping over the top of distant hills
Marvel glowing bands of lavender skies
Quiets the lonesome night and bitter chills
Slowly, drifting, swirling clouds that appear
Their dark, bulging centers bearing more snow
Soft snowflakes fall tumbling down and adhere
Covering and hiding features below
Tell me where the soft gurgling brook went
Its sounds cannot be heard in the valley
Just the hush of dampening snows’ descent
Such long weeks before winter’s finale
Casting eyes upon the first morning light
Lavender skies….such a beautiful sight
Creeping over the top of distant hills
Marvel glowing bands of lavender skies
Quiets the lonesome night and bitter chills
Slowly, drifting, swirling clouds that appear
Their dark, bulging centers bearing more snow
Soft snowflakes fall tumbling down and adhere
Covering and hiding features below
Tell me where the soft gurgling brook went
Its sounds cannot be heard in the valley
Just the hush of dampening snows’ descent
Such long weeks before winter’s finale
Casting eyes upon the first morning light
Lavender skies….such a beautiful sight
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Posted: Dec 2013
About this poem:
The sometimes strange colors of our winter skies are truly inspirational and beautiful.Train to now where
The wheels turn the noise echos on the tracks voices heard chit a chat music loud deafens ones ears
One longs for peace and solitude
Destination known
One travels to destinations end
where one goes one is unknown till one arrives
One longs for peace and solitude
Destination known
One travels to destinations end
where one goes one is unknown till one arrives
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Posted: Aug 2019
Post CommentThe Darkest Rose
Less fear scares me as dark shadows enclose
Under black shroud of a widow's blind-fold
Wearing the scent of summer's darkest rose
Blooms in a lonely field that death foretold
Eyes never drying when tears stop their flow
Nothing is as moist as the mourning dew
Nor stark the color of carrion crows'
Coal black feathers turning purplish-blue
Sick in my grief was love lost in the grave
More vulnerable yet lest I ever dreamed
Continuous fear wearing down depraved
Bitterness cast from the nets unredeemed
May ones' good life be made from what's gone past
Living in sweet dreams that forever last
Under black shroud of a widow's blind-fold
Wearing the scent of summer's darkest rose
Blooms in a lonely field that death foretold
Eyes never drying when tears stop their flow
Nothing is as moist as the mourning dew
Nor stark the color of carrion crows'
Coal black feathers turning purplish-blue
Sick in my grief was love lost in the grave
More vulnerable yet lest I ever dreamed
Continuous fear wearing down depraved
Bitterness cast from the nets unredeemed
May ones' good life be made from what's gone past
Living in sweet dreams that forever last
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Posted: Nov 2012
About this poem:
Such is an emptiness now found in the New England woods this time of year. Visting the grave of my mother, this sonnet is very darkly reflective of my suffering a deep loss, followed by a timeless bitter mourning from a death so deeply personal. Perhaps only in our dreams can such sadness be balanced by the celebration of another happier time in life and also with the hope of her eternal love.The Last Bonfire
Under gray billowing clouds the gulls flew
In the bitter wind when first snowflakes grew
Whipped into funnels to the ground they blew
Filling in cracks between the rocks askew
On the horizon a pale dull sun did drop
And the darkness crept up ‘till the shadows
Converged all around when the day did stop
And stars became celestial rainbows
Huddled brave souls near last glowing embers
Within a ring of rocks was set ablaze
On icy shores our lake in November
One last bonfire to cheer the good ol’ days
A peaceful sound when each wave comes ashore
Was life counting the seasons more and more
In the bitter wind when first snowflakes grew
Whipped into funnels to the ground they blew
Filling in cracks between the rocks askew
On the horizon a pale dull sun did drop
And the darkness crept up ‘till the shadows
Converged all around when the day did stop
And stars became celestial rainbows
Huddled brave souls near last glowing embers
Within a ring of rocks was set ablaze
On icy shores our lake in November
One last bonfire to cheer the good ol’ days
A peaceful sound when each wave comes ashore
Was life counting the seasons more and more
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Posted: Nov 2013
About this poem:
Reflections of life along the shores of a big freshwater lake, where many years in our youth were like seasons when all would meet together and party around a large bonfire until the end of each season such as when the darkness and ice of winter came.But to me
I am very fond of birds, but to me,
the dawn chorus is a euphemism
for a loud cacophony of tweeting,
regardless of what species they might be.
I like art when it is skilful, but to me,
the Mona Lisa is a picture of
a woman who just sits there looking smug,
and holds but not a trace of mystery.
I love music when it’s good, but to me,
Imagine is as corny as can be.
The whiteness of John Lennon and that room
lend it absolutely no profundity.
It’s not that I am soulless, but to me,
it seems we see what we are told to see.
the dawn chorus is a euphemism
for a loud cacophony of tweeting,
regardless of what species they might be.
I like art when it is skilful, but to me,
the Mona Lisa is a picture of
a woman who just sits there looking smug,
and holds but not a trace of mystery.
I love music when it’s good, but to me,
Imagine is as corny as can be.
The whiteness of John Lennon and that room
lend it absolutely no profundity.
It’s not that I am soulless, but to me,
it seems we see what we are told to see.
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Posted: May 2019
About this poem:
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