I see missed steps along the silent highway.. forgotten by the sound of endless cars.. how can a soul of your enduring conscience.. compete with all them souls that have no scars?
silence is bitter when its raining.. you feel too much to set a deeper keel.. you've always lived your life like you're in training.. but you got the heart to go and make it real
you only read the signs when you're lost girl.. you only crave the darkness when you hide.. you only take the comfort of a stranger.. to cheat against the beauty that's inside
clocks put arms around the days and vanish.. you were meant for more than just a minor part.. take the road that leads you to your fear now.. and forge within some steel as you depart
you'll only need the ocean when you're angry.. you'll only need the winter when you're done.. you'll only ever be unfaithful to yourself.. I'm too remote to ever be the one
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Posted: Apr 2019
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I'm going down to the record station.. I'm gonna buy me a backwards jukebox.. I'm going to play all my favourite songs wearing nothing.. but my hat and my socks
and listen to Blaze.. as he sings every song.. ending to start.. and ill get all my stuff back.. my farm and my truck.. and my unbroken heart
and I'll listen to Prine.. as he sings of a wife.. who had enough and walked out.. taking my truck and my dog and my friend.. and their all driving south
the night with all of its darkness
will fade away to a day.. and that old freight train travelling west
will go backwards the way
I'll try to be nicer as everyone said I was nasty and mean.. but I'll keep certain comforts.. my mountain dew still and my lover.. Charlene
the debt on the farm that was drowning me.. will ebb away to my shins.. and even God will get happy.. as every day I'll be.. handing back sins
I can honestly say it's gravy man
and I don't owe a buck.. and everyday that I wake up.. there somehow seems to be gas in my truck
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Posted: Apr 2019
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I sit transfixed
as thought it flies
to see warmth twice
inside her eyes
reflected in
the glassy pane
two pupils flower
past disdain
a look of summer
dressed in light
a thirst beyond
the drink of sight
some lust for life
and flirt with death
a carraige full
of moving breath
my logic screams
in measure new
though all before
wore beauty too
for even Yeats
or Neruda's verse
would paint her well
but paint her worse
a foggy smudge
her breath it seems
can not distort
the shape of dreams
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Posted: Apr 2019
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the 'Raven' is a diner
that lapps the sea foreshore
it haunts my mangled memory
as it raps upon my door
apple tart and finest cheesecake when I can't eat no more
yet alas quoth the raven :
ordermore!
broad bearded, prone to rages
I have slept in many cages
but I've always paid the wages
of society and more
but this subtle evil keening..
like the ghost of hungers meaning
darkens up my mind demeaning
all the goodness in my chore
still yet quoth the raven :
"ordermore!"
after working in the oceans
and toiling in it's potions
to the gym with weighted motions
to rid my thoughts of lore
ice water by the bucket
and the urge to utter 'f*ckit' '
as the ghost of fried chicken
knocks upon my chamber door
still yet quoth the raven :
ordermore!
with my car key slowly listing
and my sad eyes sadly misting
I find myself resisting
that dark relentless shore
yet the road it takes me quickly
to a shore that makes me sickly
to those arches painted thickly
with blood red signs above the door
yet alas quoth the raven
ordermore!
with my sanity at its border
the smiling waitress
takes my order
as my savagery implores her
to feed me more and more
with the devil in the kitchen
and the smells emerging bitchin'
I devour like a lion
all the carcass blood and gore
still eternal quoth the raven :
ordermore!
ordermore!
ordermore!
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Posted: May 2019
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I came from the sea.. I came from the sea.. is that woman still there.. does she still wait on me..?
I took a life.. I took a life.. as a life tried to take mine from me.. so I left my ship and hid inside the bark of a lonesome tree.. until hunger of the heart and mind did lead me to a door.. I didn't want to live inside a tree anymore.. a pair of eyes met mine and two more below in furs.. a dog that took chase against some distance noise that wasn't mine or hers.. the clock above the mantle swung its hands around the hours slow.. as if by chance the roaring fire's bars had never been aglow.. and days came and went as tide outside the door.. and her loneliness wed mine and was no more.. and though fear could not replace the magic in her stare.. she told policemen in plain clothes.. that I was never there..
I came from the sea.. I came from the sea.. if there is a god I hope he prays for men like me..
I told her how my story was sung from the lips of legal spin and how I had killed a man and robbed him said his kin.. his blade to my neck neither mentioned nor referred.. but justice was seen to be done and thus justly served.. and though I knew our new world was indentured to a mortal life.. I called her son my own and this angelic woman, wife.. fate did intervene two years inside our fated chance.. some off duty cop sniffed something off.. at some off duty dance.. a smile upon lips that had never seen a smile before and my hand in her's too much for this neighbour to ignore.. she made a call and suddenly all my world was filled with iron bars.. assorted characters.. lawyers, judges.. cars.. she waits in dreams with the son who calls me fondly, dad..
the only time of love and peace.. my madness ever had..
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Posted: May 2019
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to a five penny piece
I shrunk to the size
as life made me hard
in the head and the eyes
so press ganged was I
on a leathery ship
that lived in a pocket
on the side of her hip
and life wasn't easy
and life wasn't hard
it was tough to bed down
'neath a sharp credit card
I dated a quarter
but often she snoozed
we'd laugh at the condom
that never got used
a religious medal
and I became mates
and we sung drunken songs
in between great debates
she'd spill us at parties
she'd drop us in cars
she'd hide us in restaurants
she'd lose us in bars
I fought with the euro
but rarely it budged
her lipstick was messy
and often got smudged
when the end came
it was ruthless and clean
that's how I got here..
in this vending machine
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Posted: May 2019
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I see you every day
it's not important you see me
I'm the man who moors his boat
near your house beside the quay
your son is older than me
learning issues t'would appear
he follows you like gravity
like a worry follows fear
you never appear angry
in the face of nature's mirth
every day he walks beside you
every day a brand new shirt
you always seem to have a smile
as you fumble for your key
I'm humbled by your kindness
you must be north of sixty-three
I think about your life
as the water soaks the sands
you hold your son so tightly
an umbilical cord of hands
"who looks after you" I think
but there's steel around your home
a dignity past this modern place
a swan a'swim in chrome
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Posted: May 2019
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on a spring time morn
was wonder born
a strange fluke cut
the sky
from eddied hair
a magic stare
told me that truth
can't lie
a girl who smiled
from a face so wild
my breath did leave
my mind
I somehow knew
that girl was you
and to nature
I was blind
in a wheelhouse stark
both bright and dark
her eyes they light
the way
a rippling whirl
midst seas that churn
all darkness
ran astray
my nets that trawl
her song and call
a creature
made of prayer
you can take my life
my boat my knife
but she
is always there
on a spring tide morn
her currents warm
I never
saw her more
yet I heard her song
all coast along
the inlets
speak her name
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Posted: May 2019
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tommy was the skipper on the tugboat 'whiskey smoke`.. he lived for his two husky dogs and loved his rum and coke..
twenty one and crazy.. I was rougher than the quay.. tommy was like a father.. who saved myself from me..
tommy told a story.. of a girl he lost to time.. and the price you pay forever when you discard something sublime..
"I'll call it the bookstore and let me make this bold.. no book in this here store is ever getting sold.."
" nineteen hundred and fifty-six.. I first met Vanessa fair.. her eyes kinda made me seasick.. I'd go swimming in her hair..
but I was young and foolish, couldn't keep it my pants.. I was ruled by rum and other blondes.. it was just a temporary dance.."
"every book I have is her memory.. I can read her anytime.. but I've paid the price of losing her.. every dollar, cent and dime"..
tommy died ten years ago.. I now skipper whiskey smoke.. he left me his two huskies pups..
I call 'em rum and coke
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Posted: May 2019
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spiraling debauchery
the pit in which I fell
tis fiendishly amoral
the tale of which I'll tell
I dreamt of tax accountancy
but my parents had a goal
to live their dreams vicariously
by dint of rock and roll
I played the aul triangle
I went to music school
I figured t'would be easy
just stand there with my tool
fast forward twenty summers
as fiction fell to fact
an electric triangle player
in a norwegian metal act
now I know it sounds absurd
I mean.. you've never heard it said
that she left the front man standing
for the lead triangle's bed
rolling stone has done a cover
I've had groupies up a tree
"your crib will feature friday"
said the guy at MTV
my crazy rider lists
did set the crazy tone
a minatiure mount everest
made from toblerone
my accountant calls me jesus
can't count half of what I got
the tour bus has a golf course
and the chicks are smoking hot
I've got triangle roadies
they tune the different notes
it's wall to wall coke orgies
in my one of many boats
they love me in bermuda
I've got cult status there
we party for a week or so
and then just disappear
I get expensive clothing
and panties in the post
the fans play air triangle
I eat caviar.. on toast
the doc has told me watch it
he's seen it all before
a burned out triangle player
and the endless search for more
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Posted: Jun 2019
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