Slow is the step of the broken hearted
Dragging heels they mourn the departed
Quickly though, thoughts feed anguish
Until its glutenous presence extinguish
All hope for better days.
Slow Step
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Depth Charge
O this ache has found new depths
Burrowing deeper with every second
Spent in exile from your caress.
I haven’t a clue if I have spoken
Out of term, or have I broken
Some trust you thought I’d earned?
O how I wish you’d tell me dear,
Why it is you refuse to come near,
When just days before,
On our warm golden shore,
We drank the stars to our delight
Until the pale silver light,
Of a full moon bathed your skin
In an ethereal glow.
O how I wish you’d come back
To the ways of yesterday
O how I wish, how I wish…
Before I fall too far, away from you
Before the weight of loneliness,
Implodes, rending my heart in two.
Do Not Take More Than One Dose Within 24 Hours
My love is a prescription drug
It’s full of cautions and side effects,
Warning of overdose.
It can heal and it can destroy
Though mostly it destroys me…
What’s a Man to do?
It was another fever dream
A bender loosening slowly,
Then tearing out the seam.
The yarn ain’t flowin’ true
When the tale has two ends
And it all ends in a feud
But what’s a man to do,
When his lover loves another
And no quick thinking
Will make it untrue?
What’s a man to do.
Love’s Last Hurrah: Take II
My heart knows not days, weeks, months or years.
It knows not the sub-zero Winter or the gale winds of Fall.
It knows not the pleasantry brought by another’s call.
It knows not the twilight before the darkness of night.
Nor the Rooster’s cry when sensed the sun’s faintest light.
—
It only knows of the warmth her porcelain skin emanates.
It only knows of the swift step in her royal gait.
It only knows of the smile that shatters inhibitions.
And of Cupid’s arrow, flying true to its mission;
urging miles traversed, only love could coerce.
—
All conscious moments lay still in a last embrace.
The scent of her hair, the glow in her eyes,
For nothing since has given reason to rise.
Writer’s note: I labeled this as “Take II” because it is actually a poem I wrote a very long while ago but I’ve recently looked it over and made a few changes.
Skyscraper
She may be five foot six
But she’s a skyscraper.
She’s got a taste for kicks,
well known for her capers,
and when she gets her fix,
She’ll headline the papers.
Her head’s in the clouds
with dreams and relief
that a sunrise is just how
you put the night beyond reach.
So no matter the row
The past, will rarely breach.
Her future was never written,
She’s got a lifetime of discovery
If you see her, she’ll be smitten
‘Cause life is one big reverie.
And if you take the time to listen,
Her words, a priceless memory.
No, she doesn’t believe in fate,
And the wander in her eye
Might say it’s getting late,
it’s okay to say goodbye.
Like a tower, her roots are great,
Her head forever high.
One Chance
If you’ll give us a chance
To prove that romance
Is, still quaking,
We’ll share sunsets on the shore,
and drink stars at the core,
Of the city.
The adventures we’d find
of the extravagant kind,
wait enchanted.
I swear a love like this
sealed with a kiss,
It’s eternal…
If there’s ever a chance,
I’ll prove this romance,
Is, worth taking.
P.S. My apologies for the weirdly spaced 2nd stanza. For whatever reason, WordPress does not like it when I copy and paste from my MS Word document. *sigh* nor does it have the formatting options to allow the spacing I prefer for poetry.
The Cad
You can wine her and dine her
but you’ll never define her
as easy or sleazy.
Her head’s on securely,
If your intentions are purely
a guise; I suggest, you get wise.
Chain Reaction
The ache he feels spreads to his fingertips
From the core of a beating crimson heart,
It eats away at him from the inside.
Rapidly expanding like a sheet of ice.
When time and time again he fails
And time and time again he tries
His heart, a broken furnace, seized mid-rhyme
As icicle thoughts plunge through gray matter
And limbs lose momentum with each stride,
The life he once knew, never seemed further
Or more difficult to hide.
You Are Blue Skies, Redux
I can’t ignore, the smile you wore.
It breaks the sky
Into a blue heaven every time,
Even if only in my mind.
I know you can’t be here tonight, I won’t fright
I’ll keep my wishes flowing ’till daylight;
Shooting stars, 11:11
Snap the wishbone just to get keep them flowing.
One of them has to catch soon,
They can’t all be lies
Or else what am I fighting for,
if not a chance to be yours?
A chance to show what I can bring to your life
To show you that I can be wrong
and I can be right
Just a human at your service,
to break at will
Or embrace me with the heart I know so well
You are why my skies still hold their hue
With your smile, my troubled sky subsides to blue.
Writer’s note: This is simply a slightly altered version of an old poem of mine. I hope it is still relevant! Enjoy.
The Way it Goes 