Let the others play on bright, sun-filled days
in song and merriment, play on.
Let me own the shadows that seep into your soul,
...
From outfield judging eyes await your plight,
though sweat and stupor feign to your ruin.
Now pull up your trousers, cinch your belt tight...
glaring down from mound, pitch straight and proven.
...
This world, never ours alone, but shared with other creatures great and small.
The Earth turns and new dawn comes, and will long after we're gone.
A Sandpiper flitted along the shore and told me so.
...
In dream lone blackbird sits on telephone line,
pleading, what more do I have to give.
Wing once beat out a metronome in time..
...
You turn and risk two smiling eyes my way as I walk in..
how pretty you look sitting upright in that little bed,
Quietly you whisper, how well your wedding gown would fit,
imagining our dream wedding dance in your fever'd head.
...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~November tides~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The rains have come on another Fall wind.,
nostalgia, once gone, now creeps back in.
...
Have you come to know me..
and do you know yourself?
Are we the same, in indifference..
...
Who was it that first said,
the eyes are the window to the soul..
who's eyes did they envision..
and how did they know?
...
What softness in silence amidst the cacophony of a spin cycle world war.
Lying next to your glow in sleep's stillness, careful of your bandaged hand.
Watching your breath enter and leave, the rise and fall of such loveliness.,
reminded of our miracle wings as they unfolded in the evening heat.
...
Their story haunts my memory, I'll tell it to you plain..
in the city of Sarajevo, a place war could never touch,
and hope it never will again.
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Dans le rêve, le merle solitaire est assis sur la ligne téléphonique,
plaidant, que dois-je donner de plus.
Wing a battu un métronome dans le temps.
...
Qui a dit le premier,
les yeux sont la fenêtre de l'âme..
quels yeux ont-ils imaginé...
et comment savaient-ils?
...
Knotted in the Dance
Our eyes in a silent promise locked,
the way only stranger's can.
...
You were never my friend.
My heart would never, ever allow such a small thing.
Soulmate? , maybe...though so much more in the end..
I will give you my heart, only if you promise never to break it.
...
I'm so sorry to leave you dear, hard to say good bye to one so new,
The nine months and few hours in my arms held, are far as I can go.
Your fireman guardian angel will protect and find a home for you.
...
Had a thought a moment ago, just before I broke your aura'd wing,
trapped here, forever, within Audouin's vast crater alone and pining.
Starved for ages, a new gnawing hunger'd vision looked to bring.,
had we met, you and I, before the javelin started skyward climbing?
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The Dove in Your Eyes
How fast to wiles I fell my damask rose,
awake from slumber slept untold ages.
...
La colombe dans tes yeux
À quelle vitesse je suis tombé ma rose de Damas,
réveillé de son sommeil dormi des âges incalculables.
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A lover of the game.. and the game is afoot. Rather two feet in the preferred game. And those that shine brightest in the game come attached to shape of woman. The reason behind so much poetry, including mine. Heterogametic male: Two, count 'em two, different kinds of sex chromosomes X and Y. QtR)
Let Me Own The Night
Let the others play on bright, sun-filled days
in song and merriment, play on.
Let me own the shadows that seep into your soul,
yet still promise hold, a promise of sleep 'til dawn.
With the morning pray.., bring them on gilded and gossamer wings,
for bright is their future with warmth of everlasting hope, and hearts lifted.
I long to be as cold and silent as a blanket of new fallen snow,
to spin webs, translucent, with life ebbing and borne of tragic past.
When, at last, clouds part and ominous foreboding dread flees,
into the corners, hiding..sinless, without remorse or regret.
Let me own this cloak, beautiful as rough-hewn stone,
I no longer seek acceptance, nor call another's fate my own.
May Calliope sing and lull them to a blissful place, redemption their's to keep,
for it was always said that it must be so.
I will continue to turn away from the calamity of the sun,
for what's left unsaid remains unsaid, what's left undone, undone.
No tears will be shed that will be seen where shadows lie,
the dark will hold them, it would seem, and so shall I.
You are here in this life, more or less for awhile.. best to try leaving them with few tears and a smile.
If you scratch and chisel and the stuff still fails to come off.., God meant it to stay. QtR
Poetry, at least for me, didn't grow out of any classroom, or school of learning. More about the heart's ability to find itself. A journey only one can make.