Best Lifeblood Poems
Aging baby boomer
no longer fit as a fiddle
accumulating extra adipose tissue
around the middle
ain't no impossible mission
whence thumbs I twiddle
to shed unwanted
weight methinks exorcise to unriddle.
Call to action necessitates
yours truly to acclimatize,
calling fitness trainer
whereby honed toned physique
(tubby synonymous with Adonis – ha)
benefits begetting courtesy to aerobicize,
nsync dumbbells compliment exercise,
whereby brutal daily grueling
regimen will also comprise
boot camp rigorous discipline
strength to pilot (minus paunches)
shouldering, managing, hoisting crucifix sunrise
to sundown will non verbally advertize,
verily intolerant to chastise,
hence no bully best better mess
mine mean mien guise
will enjoyably capitalize
zing might equals right to authorize
self defense without need to apologize.
Back in the day, I
presented pitiful sight
self worth equated on
par with botanical blight
buffeted along boulevard
of broken dreams
depressed body language
bespoke head to foot
encompassing enfeebled edifice complex
scrawny measly gumby,
hokey pokey height
how I presented such sorry spectacle
courtesy excellent twenty/twenty hindsight
analogous to an emotional black hole,
never exhibiting courage to fight,
rather yours truly immediately took flight
and/or stood dumbfoundedly
in imitation of deaf mute wishing to alight
bajillion miles away, versus
active stance to fight
preferring the incognito
guise pitch dark vested gentry
donning luxury invisible
accouterment shade o' midnight
proffered, though natural camouflage
infrared crosshairs nonetheless did sight,
when scaredy cat sacrificial scapegoat
experienced his sealed fate, a heavy smite
upon me noggin scrambled outlook
seeing stars courtesy topflight -
(bare in) strong arms hoodlums
brandishing razor sharp dagger
type like fangs able, eager,
(think) bloodthirsty 10,000
homicidal maniacs
ready and willing to bite
simultaneously trumpeting
hate speech to excite
curious madding crowd
glomming to render airtight
any possible safe escape,
yours truly turned white
as a sheet.
Cracked California,
Sky has teased her, too long.
Her thirst, it lingers
As clouds withhold her water;
Her parched throat cries for mercy.
To all you governors out there
Who won't let citizens choose
How to conduct their daily lives
Midst these pandemic blues
I've written a little poem
Especially for you
I hope that you'll read it
'Cos it's 100% true:
America's lifeblood
Small businesses
Locked down tight
Politicians' mandates
Have bid them goodnight
The lifeblood
Water is the lifeblood of us all.
We take it for granted;
But without it,
We would be no more.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Time is a sieve through
which everything slips
what once mattered
rendered meaningless
as our lifeblood drips
onto the clay creating
a muddy bog that in
our well worn boots
we wearily slog
like tired Tommies
in the trenches waiting
with bated breath
for the shrill sound
of the officer's whistle
to pierce the fusty
fetid air and send us
surging over the top in
a futile foray where we
will meet our final fate
that in our wasted youth
we failed to contemplate
Woman, you fan the fading
flames of my
mortality
Nestled here in your warmth,
blissful, soft
serenity
That soothes and hushes
down all hurt
rememberings
Of triumphs lost, of losses
gained, of untold
sufferings
The spell of your charm
seduces, to treachery
leads
As I grope, as I fumble about,
as my lifeblood
bleeds.
Can we disreguard words?
Do they mean so little
Until spoken face to face
Do lines on a paper
Written gently, with tenderness and time
Make them any less a saving grace
If we let love wonder at will
Then vunerability is awoken
Our very being open to its core
But the very belief
With which we share our hearts
Allows us to love like never before
My soul had long been troubled...
by hatred,
dejectIon
and contempt.
They were the poisons
that flowed red in my veins,
burning like wildfire from my head to my toes,
as if this world were inhabited by demons:
that have teeth instead of fangs,
tongues instead of flickers,
and take delight in loading tears with sorrow.
But from that day you responded to my greetings,
the heavy burden life placed on my mind...
was lifted by your single show of love,
such that I am full of smIles,
joy and grace.
Your love is the lubricant:
that greased the torpedoes
fired from the mouth of haters...
the balm that soothes
the wounds my foes inflicted...
a calm for all my affliction.
You became my protective shield ~
that the fashioned weapons of enemies
became like blunt sticks...
landing with no impact,
no pain,
no repercussions —
more of a toothless bulldog.
My machine needs more of your lubricant, sweet baby,
be my lifeblood,
giving a kiss without a hiss,
that invisible driver
that rolls sorrow into the abyss,
needing no assist to resist ~
evil over good —
an emolument as my emollient.
I can't just be insouciant
to your love being my life's lubricant.
It is like trying to recant
all the toxicants
that hatred had previously injected in my life.
So let the lubrication
brought to oil the machine of my love
never dry,
let it run through my system:
cleansing every trace of hatred left behind.
Reborn my soul.
Redefine my purpose...
my eternal lubricant.