david lessard Poems

He's there,
you just
don't hear him;
He's there,
...

She's not Mona Lisa,
what did one ever see in her?
the strangeness of a smile,
was all I could endure.
...

I have a secret,
I cannot tell you what -
'cause if I told you,
then, it wouldn't be a secret,
...

Just came back from Big Lake, from seeing the waters once more -
Again, to see the mountains, kissing clouds, not far from shore;
Where trout jump in leisure rhythm, and fishermen try their luck -
I threw my line in with them, guess I didn't have that touch.
...

Not everyone goes away,
the memories bring them back;
and when the memory fades,
the pictures cut some slack.
...

The Petrified Forest is a lonesome place -
Wood turned to rock, lie scattered all around -
The seas have vannished, without a trace -
and silence surrounds, this haunted ground.
...

The heat is here, welcome to summer!
If you don't tolerate it, that's a bummer!
Just two more months, then fall will hit,
and we can don more clothes a bit.
...

Don't you hate to move?
Even if it's just a mile or two?
Don't you hate the hassle of it all?
Don't you hate U-Haul? I know I do.
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Here is what I will do for love;

I will worship the ground she walks on,
I will treasure the words she speaks,
...

Your love's a feather in the wind,
blown here and there by shifting air,
It's up, it's down, it's blowing all around,
and you don't even care...
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