There is a melody
That plays inside
My heart
It thumps
Pumps
And beats
To the sound
Of her breath
Her walk
The crinkle
Of her smile
The movement
Of her eyes
The melody
Will continue to play
For as long as
There is an audience
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Wednesday, June 14, 2017
Under this rough exterior
Is a sensitive, passionate
Mean spirited son of a bitch
However, I am working
On the latter of the flaws
With some help
From my shrink
She does think
Its great that I am
In touch with
My feminine side
But I am not sure
How to take that
Those “feminine” qualities
(her words, not mine)
Of acknowledging “feelings”
Can cause nothing but
Suffering and grief
Because too much of it
Tends to frighten people
I try to find the balance
But it might be easier
to suppress it all
be an asshole
or fire her
but then I would
just feel lousy
about myself
I just cant win
Is a sensitive, passionate
Mean spirited son of a bitch
However, I am working
On the latter of the flaws
With some help
From my shrink
She does think
Its great that I am
In touch with
My feminine side
But I am not sure
How to take that
Those “feminine” qualities
(her words, not mine)
Of acknowledging “feelings”
Can cause nothing but
Suffering and grief
Because too much of it
Tends to frighten people
I try to find the balance
But it might be easier
to suppress it all
be an asshole
or fire her
but then I would
just feel lousy
about myself
I just cant win
Sunday, June 5, 2016
ups and downs
The downsides
of
Getting old
are
You start to
get grays
Where you don’t
want them
You become
tired more easily
Can’t drink
as much
Cant’ play
hard anymore
the upsides
are
People become
clearer with their intentions
You don’t
need as many people around
It doesn’t
matter how you act
What you
wear
What you
have
And there is
an end in sight
To the bullshit
I just want another
go around
To do more
damage
Because when
you are young
You don’t realize
Or listen
But growing
old
Is inevitable
So I hope
people
Will open up
their ears
And shut
their mouths more
Saturday, January 30, 2016
waste of time and money
There are
many
Things in life
That can
qualify
As a waste
Of time
And money
Regardless
Of what those things
Might be
When we choose to
Spend
money
and use our spare time
and use our spare time
We do expect
Some
results
Whether
It be temporary
Happiness
Madness
A break from boredom
But when
a
Young lass
Requests
a donation
To commit a certain
Act of
debauchery
Nothing defines
Waste
more than
A requirement
To wear a
flunky
when receiving
A bob on
the knob
when receiving
i am
a Rotten
son of a bitch
It says
so
Right
here
It was my
Birth
given
name
It came
with a
Lack of
compassion
Selfishness
&
Greed
I knew of
Nothing
else
Experienced
Nothing
else
Felt even
less
The only
time
I’m more
than this
Is when I
am
In my
sleeping
State of
mind
A state
where
I
Alone
exist
thank you
is all the broad
say
as we lay
next to one another
after bodies sweating
the street light
peeking through
the rip
in the curtain
the whizzing
of the ceiling fan blowing
cold welcomed air
no other sounds heard
or words said
laid up
staring in to the
back of my mind
recycling thoughts
that led us here
just an easy escape
with an uncomplicated
break
Sunday, January 10, 2016
what happened
to that little girl
with little fingers
little toes
big smile
the little girl
who i rocked
back and forth
paced
back and forth with
because she could
not find comfort
on her own
the little girl
i held so tightly
and could not
let go
no matter how
painful
her screams were
the little girl
who i played
dolls with
pushed on the swings
chased after
in the park
the little girl
who needed me
depended on me
she is now
growing up
becoming
her own
as i continue
to devote myself
patiently waiting
for her to return
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