Nick Kasparie Poems

I didn’t know then and I can’t say that now,
I know all the ins and the outs or the how,
But I’m living and learning while still missing you,
And it seems pretty clear that you’re missing me too.
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At the house on the hill where the evergreens grew,
By the lake where we fished when our love was still new,
We had talked; we had walked to the end of the roads
We had pride in our stride and made high all our lows
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What thought, belief, of what I’ve dreamed is naught
It’s naught but that which I have dreamed before
Though months have passed since last I ever thought
I would go back, back by the tidal bore
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I had a dream of fear and doubt,
With death around the corner
My hands were tied, my shackled feet
Were heavy with despair
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It beckons us all
It creates a place inside our hearts
That burns within, a beacon
Spanning miles of stormy seas
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The melancholy disarray
That grows inside my head each day
Is caused by one consummate girl
Who brightens my entire world
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The sun may set as I decay
Into a place of disarray
Where everywhere I see a pair
Of lovers who've caused me despair,
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If I have ever loved at all
Well, I guess I must then say
It's not the sex or kisses that
Make love, or anyway
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I tried to write a poem. I truly did you see
It’s quite a thing to do, especially if you’re me
I figured you’d want big words, perhaps a rhyme or two
Words don’t come that easy, unless of course you’re Pooh
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Far be it from me
In the shadow of lions,
A poor little mouse,
In a house meant for giants
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