I watched
her,
warm sun reflecting
against her soft American hair
...
I slipped up regretfully on the last shreds
Of remaining honesty
and what little I had left
of respect
...
Tolstoy's 'War and Peace' - events and history
(also, Love) caught
in the making: these years
surrounding the year 1812: a time of
...
a flagrant hesitancy -
uncommonly
feathered as such, thus fumbling,
a misunderstanding sinks deeply
...
another poem -another recent event
born from solitude, taking its time and
taking shape
in this attempt of mine
...
the psalmist of offered blue skies
has offended his goodly
-Glory- neighbors, confused
...
in your latest letter, what you wrote
about the need of a child inside that you have for
...
Although distance rests
like the softness of a
sweater elbow bent resting in wool,
time and distance have become
...
(Valentine's day in Texas.)
I called my former girlfriend on a payphone
and she answered,
having eagerly awaited my arrival in far-off North Carolina.
...
The rain must come down, flooding
sidewalks
swelling in gutters
marking time
...
by Thomasjbates
Fear hides vacant like a ghost.
Fear avoids daylight and cobwebs, always.
...
you're the kind of friend I look quietly to in times of distress.
the praises of your kind words bring a humble happiness
and conversation is sweet w/ it's musical songs of tenderness.
if a flower,
...
Poetry is a love of mine, second only to music. I don't believe in constricting poems by rhyme, but meter, rhythm and unconventional rhyming are important in how I compose my work. Saying that, I know I shouldn't call it 'work, ' being that it SEEMS to be laborious these days, and not when I wrote a lot of this stuff. At the time of the majority of these poems' first drafts, it was more of a necessity to my sanity and general well being, than working. Nowadays, though, it often feels like work...and maybe that's not a bad thing :) . Thanks so much for tuning in my little embarrassments and prizes for having a difficult time of living.)
Beauty
beauty
is like standing
on crumbling land.
it comes sometimes in disguise
offering it's unanticipated surprise
when seen to disappear
like rain-showering
skies that have gone away despite our appearances never
ever
changing.