2002 Poetry

all that

we were

had done good to me

all that we had

did meaningful things

to me

all that we ever said

were said


all that we knew

was like razor blade

cutting us through

all that we felt

were a lifetime rapture

to treasure

all the days

that passed by

did not just pass by

all the emptiness  

that shrouded my nights

thinking about you

the thought

of our yesterdays

will stay behind

and if in the end

our path may never

cross again

I do so intently pray

I’d be remembered just as

I beautifully remember you.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A lost Love hope to meet in the next life
written: 01/31/2002

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Tidal defiance dares me,
the tides are red with blood,
camel's eyes eyes are lifeless lamps.

Being bleeds and Caesar-like,
drained of life I seek the hand,
For whose stab I march ahead.

They all say,
and profess,
That they all know me.

Only my God --
Without a doubt --
Does full knows me.

Seeking love ruined me,
I accept no 'reality',
Everything fools us completely.

They cannot see the real me,
Their eyes lack the sight to see,
My heart's redness in the sea.

So, let the sea laugh and roar,
Let stormy winds howl and shriek,
My grief stays inside me.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Composed on Jan 24, 2002 and revised on July 20, 2002.

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Tears slowly go down my cheeks.

Now I know what it feels like to

Lose a family member or be in real pain.

It is really hard.

Life seems to stop with the first tear.

You sense you can never love again.

The tears of our eyes have a big effect

On our lives.

Maybe 85 times of crying will kill me

And everyone because of so much sorrow we have.

Life cannot go on without one little tear being shed.

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Life rained its blows hard upon me,

Punch-drunk I did blindly grope.

With unseeing eyes I stumbled

Into a cage that has no hope.

Huddled there,broken and bleeding,

Battered bird on a hard-won shore,

I mistook its strong bars encircling

For arms that were safe,secure.

But as from my wounds I recovered,

With newly healed eyes I saw

That the place I thought was a haven

Was a cage with a bolted door.

Outside in the misty morning

A bird in a sky of blue

Sings sweetly its song to its lover,

Its joy in the morning new.

While I, in my gilded prison,

From these bars ever yearn to elope;

Remember the fresh taste of morning

From a cage that has no hope.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem was written quite some years ago when I was very unhappy....A situation that has since been remedied.

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Do I deserve to reap what I sow?

My dandylion crop of weeds

Undeserved wishes for pity

And love grown in sloth’s embrace

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The King's Lament or In the Comfort of a Demon

A king stood atop a hill

His crown rested on a calloused brow

There was a fierce battle here

Many of his men had spent their lives

To defend his right to rule

Those who would now rule themselves

He fell to his knees and wept

  "What pale demons have voice for me now?"

  "What devils can slay my will"

  "When I can kneel in my brother's blood"

  "And know that they died this day"

  "So that I could rule this rock"

  "Would that I had bled with them"

  "I could sleep within this blessed earth"

  "I could grasp the clay I rule"

  "And know that I am at last a king"

  "But my blade is warmed in sheath"

  "And not in my devil's corpse"

A being of ancient hate

Heard the king's lament from realms below

He cupped his hands to his mouth

And voiced his concern to the surface

  "Oh ruler of bone and flesh!"

  "Oh thou insect lamenter!"

  "Would that I could turn back time"

  "So thou couldst view thy sheep dying well"

  "Whilst thou bravely watched from throne"

  "Knowing that thy blood could not be spilt!"

  "Oh Duke of sweet Cowardice!"

  "Oh thou gift-giver of souls!"

  "Do not send more I beg thee!"

  "My brethren and I have fed too much!"

  "Our bellies bulge with thy sons!"

  "They will take much time for us to pass."

  "But do not fret soul-giver"

  "Thou hast many yet to give!"

A sorrow brimmed the king's heart

For though the demon's words stoked his rage

Their icy truth broke his will

And he knew that he was not a king

  "Do not rend my soul further!"

  "I accept my chains of fate!"

  "I drown myself in my fear!"

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Ug, what a monster.  For those meter-maniacs out there, this rather epic poem rigidly adheres to a unique 7-9-7-9-7-7 meter, and then repeats itself.  

It may very well be as exhausting to read as it was to write, but if you make it through, tell me what you think.

Thanks everyone!

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Little Girl Lost

I walked in and ordered something to eat,

There she was with silver high heels on her feet.

She was sitting with a much,much older man,

Was he a relative or just a young girls fan.

She was 11 or maybe even younger,

In his eyes I could see his hunger.

He treated her to one kids happy meal,

Waiting for her innocence to steal.

She was making all the grown up moves,

He the devil complete with hooves.

He sat and made idle small talk,

When is was finished would he make her walk.

She was dressed just like some lady of the night,

To his eyes she was a real sexy sight.

I see this and my heart will bleed,

Thinking of words she would never heed.

She has no clue what is ahead,

This would be something she will dread.

She might become old before her time,

Why do men commit this sort of crime?

When something happens to her and it will,

Would he get off with some sort of deal?

To him she is just something to use,

If her family knew they would blow a fuse.

Will he take that much-dreaded fall?

Would he get a smooth lawyer with his one call?

Just wonder at night how he sleeps?

When at her funeral her family weeps.

She was just a little girl lost,

They had no idea what this would cost.

They wish of this they had known,

To her more love they would have shown.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

this is about a kid that I saw at McDonalds one day after work....

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A little lady bug landed on my finger

it made me wonder what to do.

Seeing as how she was so tiny

and fragile to it's true.

I took her in my small hand

and walked with her right outside.

Let her climb upon a little leaf

but a spider got her and she died.

So the next time that a lady bug

should come and land on my fingers.

I think I'll choose to let her stay

and see just how long she lingers.

I hear that it brings good luck

to the one that the lady bug should choose.

Now I feel so horrible at this death

I just have the lady bug blues.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

just a little thing that happened to me at work......

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Missing Poem

For my friends here on this site,

I wrote a poem of sorts,

Took a suggestion on the title,

My post poems delight.

Went in to make the change,

And now it is missing,

Oh where are you my sweet little poem,

This is really strange.

I hope that there is some way,

For me to find all the words again,

I hope that someone printed it out,

If you did then thanks is what i will say.

I miss those words of friendship so sweet,

I hope that they are not afraid,

To be out there some where alone,

To have them back would be so neat.

If back to this site you make it,

And back to my very on site page,

I will print you out and file you,

Or maybe frame you and on my desk you'll sit.

So I am on the look out for you,

And hope that i find you soon,

I just can't believe this happened,

You were so special i never knew.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

my heart is breaking.... and this is what is in my head

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