So,
the simple touch
of a wife in love
can bring about
an appreciation
for a life lived fair.
And the days
We never look back on
Mean the most when
You stop to think about it;
But, we’ve got to bother to…
And the days
We never look back on
Mean the most when
I’m sleeping on a highway,
Missing your touch the
Way it used to be; And
The days we never look back on
Mean the most
When you keep your hand in mine,
The way it used to be; and
We just hold on to today, like
That sometime when won’t happen
Anytime soon.
We
can laugh, we
can love, we
can throw barbs,
but we will remain
in refusal of surrender.
Category: Poems
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Wife
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She Is Beautiful!
“She is beautiful!
Her hair curves ever-so
With a neck I wish…
I want to thrust my lips
To hers, as would my arms
Around her, and as do my eyes
Now. She is beautiful!”
“Now, Grandson, you
Know as much of love as
I do of flying. Don’t
Get me wrong, we both
Know what’s involved.
But do I know
Anything of
Thermodynamics?
Do you know
Anything of a
Life lived for
Someone else’s
Hand to be
Your only warmth
In a sun-
Burned
world?
Yes,
But
Not as much
As you might think.”
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I walked
I walked here from a far off place. Left my worth there, I try to beg for anything to give me value. But you see me and you pass me by, going further away than I’d like to be; but you see me and you pass me by, holding out your hand with a finger to poke my swelling eyes. I cannot breathe without thinking of the breaths I took when I was there; where I’ve been is of no importance to who I am, but that’s how you know what to call me. You can see for yourself.
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White On Rice
He says goodnight
To she who
Is not able to hear.He says, to
An absentee, her,
Goodnight, loss.“I
I tug on
Your heart strings
To
To feel my
Own heart saying
Anything.”
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Sunny Day
the way things worked out,
i don’t see any better way;
i’m so happy to be with who
gives to me as much as i
give to her, whether barbs or
roses, we re-ci-pro-cate the way
only friends do; thank God
we’re lovers, too; my wife is
more than a part of my life, she
is my whole world’s sunny day.
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Bring It
About a million possibilities and I’m scared of each/
Holding my hand while you’re reaching to
Bring the world my presence, but am I ready, Lord?
Your love is a tickling of the soul I fail to stop/
“Best days ahead,” you say to keep my heart sane.(written when feeling very stressed. I never was religious, not outwardly. I more personified a sense of logic and morality. but, I now am who He needs me to be. it’s funny. Spirituality is not a luxury, a benefit, a disease, it’s not a conversation with others; spirituality is the conversation within ourselves that we know someone greater is listening to.)
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Like midnight
Like midnight
Falling on
A sunny day:
I may
Be slow moving,
But when I
Get there I
Will be wide awake.
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Have Her 2
She’s got that
Once in a lifetime
Smile, those eyes
That write as much
As read/She holds
A fire to the night.
And I can see,
In memory, how
Much I had to
Have her
In those
Minutes tricked by seconds
And the racing of the stars;
For no more lonely were us lovers
And no more vacant was my heart.
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I just never know
Which way I am
To go when they
Turn me down.So, I just hold on
Tight to the tem-
‘ples of a furrowed
Brow and pray to
He who gave me will
That ev’ry day is one
We will not regret.We cannot forget
The lives here be-
‘fore we e’er step-
‘ped on this hos-
‘pitable land/A
Walk we of(f)’n
Forget was forged
Prior t’our stum-
‘bled pacings ’bout.While doing what
Has been done, how
Often we look for-
‘ward to where we-
‘ve been, holding
On to what we see
Rather than the
Mountains we’ve
Yet climbed and
All those valleys
Within the crease.