Randy109 Poetry (5)

I need a woman
Intelligent and independent
or sweet and dumb as a child
Continually challenging
or reserved and mild
Incredibly sexy

I want a woman
with a body to break nuts on
or engulfing as a feather bed
A head for numbers and letters
or simply a one prettily made
With hips full of me

The sort of woman
who would kill for me
or die for me
with heart so strong it cannot break
or one that breaks every time I close the door
She cries alone

I’ll love that woman
until my dying day
and long after I am gone
she will love me

8/15/09

I wish I could play it cool
Blasé, unaffected, unperturbed
Pretend this precious thing
This wonderful, beautiful
completely intoxicating
love
has not made a fool of me

After all, it is hardly flattering
For a man of my age to fall
Head first into the deep end
Fins and tail flailing
as if suddenly seeing
the blue ocean vast
for the first time

I’m hooked; hook, line and sinker
happy as a mixed metaphor lark
Turning away all naysayers who equate
Falling in love with historic mistakes

To them I say
It’s no mistake
falling in love
the mistake is
falling out

August 2004
.
I just want to watch a movie tonight
One I’ve seen before
I just want to surrender
for a while
to float
.
I feel like I’m in the wrong time and place
like an eagle in an inappropriate cage
pacing, flopping around, tired
Tired of thinking about soaring
Growing indifferent to cold flesh
absent of blood and viscera
.
I’m writing a poem
instead of hitting
play on the video
Will it be good?
Am I any good?
.
Good for what?
For nothing in an unfriendly paradigm
Trying to get a clue, some direction
.
Maybe east in the morning
into the sun towards Spain
or an island
under Spanish influence
somewhere along the way
.
One with a mountain
and of course the sea breeze
that gently tosses
the fine as gold hair
of the very pretty
and very young
as they scamper
down the beach
.
A place that needs nothing
.
A place that scours
thoughts from dark places
and makes everything
clean and clear of
cobwebs and clutter
.
A place that heals pain
from open sores
and softens hardened scars
.
A place to perch
to survey the prospects varied
to think nothing
not even how beautiful
.
Such a place
needs to exist for me
rather I need such a place
to exist a little longer

The weather is so lovely here today, I just had to compose a poem. I hope you like it.
.
.
Carolina Blue Sky
.
We have here a unique phenomenon
the Carolina Blue Sky
mainly visible in Autumn
that invariably elicits a sigh
from all who are privileged to see it
.
It forms a canopy of Robin’s egg hue
from end to end, clear and crisp
except for an occasional cloud
just a few aimless wisps
meandering by without much purpose
.
Perhaps they will join up over the Atlantic
warmed by the Gulf Stream and form rain
but here they only draw fanciful pictures
that only the astute and highly trained
and children are able to discern accurately
.
A dragon with a magician rider
A rabbit eating an ice cream cone
These are the sort of scenes one sees
while stretched out prone to the heavens
on your back on a blanket, especially with a kid
.
And at night we have stars

Long ago, upon a mythical mountain, lived a legendary bird
A beautiful, golden bird but born with only one wing
And so she must join her mate before she can fly

High up, from the top of a great tree, she watches and waits
By day she is surrounded by a heavy fog
But at night she can see the stars

Alone, across the valley, he waits for her
Surrounded by the same dense fog
At night he wonders at the stars

They grow old, alone, day by day watching and waiting, unable to fly
They fear that life is passing them by without the promise of love
Sometimes they question, “Could the gods be so cold?”

The god of the valley hears all of their sorrows and sees their offerings of tears
But he knows if he pulls down his blanket of fog they may fall into despair
When they finally see how far apart they really are

He means well, but the god, in all of his wisdom, has committed an injustice to them
He has no knowledge of what it means to die, and what that means to love
To them it is better to know than to spend a lifetime wondering

They say that anyone who hears their song will have a broken heart.