You came in to this world
with enough light to find
your way out of the dark,
enough kindness to save a soul,
enough love to shift a planet.
Don’t worry, you are enquipped
with all you could ever need.
Look with in,
you are drenched in magic.
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Those damn red socks
that stain a white wash
pink.
Not the color of
baby girl dresses
or ballet slippers
but pink,
Like the color of ribbons
and “save the tat tas” banners
and chemotherapy drinks
and Pepto Bismol
for stomachs that wrench
in fear at each new cough
and each new pain.
A red sock dyes
like a drop of blood
on a 12 year old’s panties
and alters her dreams
from the science of physics
to the science of stains
on her favorite sheet set
and the blood of birthing.
A red sock taints
like a cruel word spoken
in a lover’s exchange,
the rosy vision
of first romance spoiled
by mistrust’s tinge.
I hate red socks
and collateral damage
that forever sullies
the pure intention
of anti-terror campaigns,
the blood of children
whose dreams are forever
altered.
No bleach, no Neverland,
no kiss, drug or media spin
can void the dye
of a red sock that worms
through a load of white wash.
There are no flowers anymore
In this room,
Nobody comes by
To say hello or spend some
Quiet time reading.
It wasn’t always this way,
Not so long ago there was
Joy, life, fun
Permeating this chamber,
Not just empty curtains
Blocking the outside view.
The first ever time I
Saw you in life, I knew it was love true love,
You’re the woman I need to love,
Holding hands walking the
Summer Beach Feeling true love holding you,
Its true love beating inside my heart listen to it beat,
Filling my heart and soul with loving thoughts of you,
As we slowly kiss
I’m falling in love with you,
Our passion blooms, Our Hearts beating in harmony,
Each day with you sweetheart,
Is truly beautiful,
Standing beside you holding hands, I’m in Love, Oh true love,
I’m truly in the presence of a perfect angel it’s you,
But sweetheart I can no longer keep them feelings to myself,
As I take you in my arms
And in my heart,
I kiss you softly and slowly,
And Whisper,
I love you……
I’ll lever you out of my heart…..
Dark outline of
Massive building.
I see things
Others don’t.
I understand what
They don’t want me to.
Each time I look in
They turn away.
Two windows,
Dual lives.
She looks up at the sky,
And I never felt so high.
No drugs,
No thugs,
Nothing could compare,
to this feeling, oh! so rare!
The freedom given back to me,
As I flee,
From your misery.
The anxiety pushed out of me,
As I glee,
At your melancholy.
You’ve missed your chance,
And now,
You’re missing me.
dedicated to my best Romanian friend Vasile
For You
Beautiful.
Believe me,
Your soul
your heart
Wonderful
You are perfect
Believe me
Solid middle class he is
always has been
always will be
until tomorrow
on the highway
in the rain this bus
topples over
on his Dodge Durango.
He will never walk
or work again.
In six months or a year
his savings will be gone.
He will be for life
a ward of the state
and people will
forever feed
and bathe him for
the minimum wage
a sum he always said
folks like these
were worth.
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I think I wrote a poem; the words, it seemed, were right.
I juiced the truth and worked it through, expecting sheer delight.
Questioning the length, I thought, perhaps a bit too long for some.
But the Masters wrote extended lines, so I thought, “That’s really
dumb.”
The subject, one of interest I felt, a truly inspired verse.
But alas the numbers tell the tale, making me retch and curse.
It seems my poetry failed that day, a belly flop into the icy bay.
But never to quit, this love of words, I’ll start another today.
Sitting by the fire, rhyming words under candlelight.
A subject I’ll need, be it lost love or perhaps chaotic fright.
I guide the quill and ink doth flow, petting the cat by the fire’s
glow.
And know in my heart, shorter pieces I’ll pen, and leave the longs to Poe.
