agoodguy2have Poetry (283)

don't speak of wrinkled bills and vending-machine meals
speak of sweet fruit and tantalizing artichoke hearts

don't speak of construction detours and 103° temperature
speak of villas and vineyards of a Tuscan autumn

don't speak of pink linoleum motels and daisy shower curtains
speak of brass patina and wrought iron along balconies

don't speak of Cleveland parking and the Cuyahoga River
speak of Paris light and love along the Seine

don't speak of leaky hot-water heaters on Friday nights
speak of oceans with azure horizons and uncapped waves

don't speak of two hours sleep and colic crying in your ear
speak of nights of northern lights and campfires

don't speak of cracked ribs and bruised fifty-year-old egos
speak of hot chocolate and mittened hugs

don't speak of stolen wallets and futile police reports
speak of red satin and redwood smoothed to touch

don't speak of burning holiday dinners and canned soup
speak of scents of smoky fire and craving desire

don't speak of partisan family and cross-country car trips
speak of eyes as deep as feeling ...yours and mine

don't speak of broken cars and two-thousand dollar engines
speak of times remembered warm with exhilaration

don't speak of losing children in strange cities
speak of moons and tides and pulling towards you

don't speak of cans of latex semi-gloss on wool oriental rugs
speak of dreams radiant with joyful saturation of hues

reality, though tangible and close
speaks nothing of the heart

© agoodguy2have 2011-02-19

I.

there once was, upon a time
a challenge made, to story sublime

from a gentleman, of worldly ways
to give account, tales to appraise

of times well spent, twisting yarns
stringing along with stitch and darns

what happens next is easily known
wonderful tales were spun and sewn

the end

I:(8*6)+2

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II.

a beauty with auburn hair spied
a car comin' perchance to ride

pulled her skirt above her knee
the driver, eyes wide, did see

much of what he's lookin' for
depressed his brake and opened door

then what came next I cannot say
my taxi turned left and sped away

II:(6*6)+(2*7)

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III.

to know what he wanted the old man prayed
with folded hands and down on bended knee

fervently he whispered for a sign heavenly displayed
then thunder rolled and light flashed heaven's decree

for what you ask the answer must be
that you, given free will, will choose indubitably, you see

III:(5*8)+10

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IV.I

child plays along a path
walking, comes a short giraffe

child looks a bit confused
tall giraffe with height unused

asks giraffe to please explain
silent giraffe looks in vain

all know giraffes don't talk
ambling on giraffe did walk

further on, turned his head
"just because" he quietly said

IV.II

child follows the low giraffe
asks repeat, a social gaffe

the giraffe puts head down
child climbs neck, turns around

together they walk off quietly
into forest deep so silently

child begins, a singing song
lyrics unknown, giraffe hums along

sometimes when you hear duet
child, giraffe, be my bet

IV: (10*5)*2

© agoodguy2have 2011-02-20

ok, despite an explicit direction
you clicked for a closer inspection
maybe to get a singular connection
without invoking undo detection

let this then, not lead to dismay
that you be pleased with what i say
do not quickly depart without delay
and leave me here 'til judgment day

some insight and humor you have wanted
to read these lines i left undaunted
by trivial phrase so brazenly flaunted
through ears to memory i have haunted

i knew then that i could count on you
to click the button to pass on through
you couldn't resist, and so eschew
these weird rhymed lines for your review

now that we've gotten into these stanzas
i beg your pardon that initial commands a
mine that obliquely obliged this bonanza
a trivially rhyming quatrain extravaganza

maybe next time the direction is NOT
your attention to me, a passing shot
you'll find strength to do what i cannot
namely, waste my time on this tommyrot

© agoodguy2have 2011-01-01

walking slowly, picking along
gazing left to right and back
seeing what the shelves offer
the most enticing at eye level

offering desires unbeknownst
I didn't even know such a thing
what would I do if I had it?
can I even afford the price?

chits of cancerous coupons
hanging, curiously tempting
can I reach out and take it?
would it be all I could afford?

the next isle over I stare
at the myriad of maladies
a far vision to be seen
conditions of every possibility

packaged Parkinson's disease
shiny red cuts and contusions
row upon row of depressions
hung heavy from sagging shelves

and blister packs of viruses
of every color and description
silent strokes hanging overhead
some heartless thrombosis

the little extras for credit
avarice and gluttony on display
arrogance inside the box
bags and bags of despair

and there I stand patiently
at the next isle of the shop
my nose slightly dripping
deals picked, payment at hand

seeming satisfied at choices made
counting items selected and
fingering predisposed containers
waiting in line to check-out

© agoodguy2have 2011-01-27

All the spectrum of the world
way deep down in the violet
even ultraviolet maybe
blinking lashes the royalty
of every Heliotrope that
can be lettered before me

your voice so orange on
this autumnal day, leaves
as brilliant as your elocution
the fall seems to pour
from your very mouth
surrounded by sounds of yellow

I read a brooding red
this month has always been
a time of shiny rich visions
and fruitless poppies fielded
the humanity of our bloody
words spoken and written

I smell your blues
nostrils flared inhaling
scented spectral light shines
eight bars or twelve bars
the slow cooking color
of indigo on the keys

hand to reach fingers
touch the emerald color
in my chlorophylled palm
dripping lush green growth
life is always chromatic
Synesthesia is my existence

© agoodguy2have 2011-02-07

weather oar knot
wee our able two boy
our weigh threw
hostel whet waives

aye will always lein
four yew two bee hear
wear ever wee our
no awl my luv deer

hour cede is caste
weave awl weighs aloud
hour luv knot inn vane
no wheel bee adz won

eye chews yew four shore
eye herd allowed belle wring
ewe no ewe halve know pier
yore cent adz a flour suite

at leased isle have one
yew as fair presence rapt
threw awl daze for tolled
hour luv has groan grate

incite nose know knead
hour dye is caste
witch manor luv is taut
their bee know waist

yew tern too stair
wile eye bare aweigh
foreword aye here knot
yore mown sew defused

aye here a lessen ode
two he'd yore knead
tew urn yore luv fare
may be wheel meat discrete

awl aye no eye gnu
two heir eye fined presence
inn yew eye fined piece
hour intents luv seams rite

© agoodguy2have 2011-02-01

oh great god,
hear what I can not utter
take what I can not think
my soul's supplications
for those thoughts I might

pray that I am able to
always be comfortable in
the ways I take from others

I pray now that
I only oppress those that
I do not know
and have no care for

lord, let me usurp
from those who are
my enemies and
defeat my conscience
from robbing of my rest

noble lord provide
this land that
I may blanche its life
and fatten my desires
on the soil's alters

let my neighbor gall
at my accumulation
of your holy creations
so that I see his ire

and when time comes
let me end his offense
and release him to
your heavenly care

for all these blessings
I most humbly prey
upon your better nature
to keep me and mine

© agoodguy2have 2011-01-17

your love is like a Kevlar vest
impenetrable by Cupid's arrow
so, my angst at cloistered breast
walled up love, a plastered fresco

estrangement strengthens solitude
in my time your vestiture covered
as impenetrable as a distant mood
hope to smolder hearts, smothered

seen divinity like a goddess wanton
to grant granite touch of cold hand
detached stone shards so sharpen
cut off from love unable to withstand

a soul can remember back to some past
and too, look to future with promise
apathetic indifference to my heart outlast
cast off love's tenet, a doubting Thomas

unique helix turned around empty half
simply round spiraling without other
unrequited love plainly a paired gaffe
best drop attraction and go field another

© agoodguy2have 2011-01-29

a form of light from night of naught
came upon a time when none was sought

once upon a time was some years ago
though some might deny it ever was so

you found a love you felt was strong
to last rest of life, did not last long

then looking back at what went wrong
to write broken words in soulful song

don't you know those crossroad blues
to deal the devil and pay his dues

oh i know those notes you slowly sing
love's autumn, cold winter, a lost thing

what love has lost was not in vain
and your love can always come again

to warm the cavities of a forlorn heart
your soulful substance, a work of art

know when life's in the way of livin'
and sorrow shies away from givin'

is when all those feelings arrive
just to let you know that you're alive

amongst the old backward angst
some unforgotten note of thanks

love's leftovers is what remains
steeped and simmered 'n served again

that taught each important lesson
despite love's setbacks to press on

you learn the chorus, a sweet refrain
and your love may always come again

© agoodguy2have 2011-01-15

the late night pizza shop smells
of warm yeasty chefs who deliver
with floured faces the buxom tomatoes
their aprons splattered with hunger

plain cheese or extra toppings?
the shouts and back-end radio
add ambiance to surround pangs
to have dessert toppings later

the pepperoni is hard and spicy
red or white sauce, extra sauce?
do you like it thin or thick?
hot sausage or sweet with that?

easily it comes hot 'n fresh
with steam rising to rush in
aromas encircled with anticipation
pickup or do you want delivery?

© agoodguy2have 2011-01-02

consider...
behold...
be...hold...
in your hand,
gently...delicately
stemming from considerations
you have regarding
the petals, her petals
oh the stamen
you fragrant pollinator
engrained into life

bring the scents close
right under your nose
now, close your eyes
inhale, smell the life
open now, awash
arms spread wide
encircled life's field
as far as can be

what can become of this?
see the growth...
no effort or yarn made,
so no solemn a man, sown
to smell her scents
wafting on her airy breezes
wholly in the moment
here...in the field
that well knows the glory
endowed in the meadow of days

© agoodguy2have 2011-01-20

all the traditions of the past
the lace and the rose petals
are, if not for you, then who
could glean a remembrance of
times we never knew...or did,
in the low-hung afternoon light

I'll tell you what you want to hear
after all these years of suffering
remuneration may be all that's left
the rest is a gentle swale with
a placidly warm view, of fields
and streams by forests' verdant trees

beyond, lies the arid mind of man
with all the dry ambition and wit
usurping the sting from all kind
to be distributed as he sees it.
doled, maybe not with equanimity but
only deservedly so, pointedly given

can righteous thirst ever be slaked
so the fibers of being, watered and
pliable, can grow like the trunks
strong and living, not like limed
accretion, calcified hard as stone.
stone breaks and out becomes alive

the theologian and the philosopher
dabble in cosmic possibilities obscure
while mothers suckle and rain falls
onto muddied shoes in loamed fields
ambulatory, life’s migration is afoot
insatiated, to walk a little further

© agoodguy2have 2011-01-04