Best Nonetheless Poems
I sigh …
pushing warm, wordless weight
onto the twilight mist
where its folly hangs like old sackcloth
the silver-doubloon moon dripping
it’s wan wonder to daub
breath and bones alike with
rusted romance -
a languid lie that loves to tease -
that lives to clutch my
heart in its chill digits and wring
each memory from my gut
cackling all the while
at the dreamy stain left behind -
the trail of crumbs and lost loves that
fools as I devour in the
ignorance of age …
the barren bones that lesser creatures
pass by in apathy
and greater creatures choke on …
I am boundless in my longing
this breeze of brine boils my marrow
beads of moonlight spatter
wave-tops as if alive -
as if each silver burst was a
note of child laughter
skipping away to find a tympan, sweet
or a moony firefly of singular purpose
now there - now gone …
each, lives the life of an instant
yet is a glorious bloom
of magic and timeless grace
that reaches its
tendrils deep into my essence …
that, with this salty air and
cool sand and rhythmic washing
of the shore
speaks to me in a
voice as clear as the gods themselves
a voice that calls to the
most visceral reaches of my spirit
a tender voice of hope and life
and dreams and AWE …
a voice of dazzling wonderment
and tragic sorrow
a voice that trembles my bones
and stirs my heart with a
yearning and thirst, unquenchable
a voice … of deceit …
It sings to me yet -
beyond all sense and caring and
prudence and time proven
that you were the ONE …
it’s a voice that I
wish beyond all imaginings
I would never hear again
but that nonetheless continues on
and finds me inexorably
bound to this place
to that devil moon
to this limitless sea
and …
to YOU.
A rose within a field of weeds
Is nonetheless, a rose;
Irrespective of its circumstance
And regardless where it grows.
So take beauty where you find it,
Let it lift the weary soul;
And count yourself as fortunate
Having found a rose, at all.
TAUGHT WHAT I OUGHT
Wandered my way walked a wondrous woman
A lady with laughter in her enticing eyes
Sauntered aside me strolled a scintillating soul
A winsome woman who is both wonderful and wise
With forgiveness she overlooks my faults with forgiveness
And whenever I am errant she excuses the errors I make
The loving lady lays aside the things I don’t need
While gazing past that which I know is a mistake
She is a teacher with a curriculum of ease
I learn from her the things I should and should not do
With every lesson I learn from the learned
While she teaches me what is and isn’t true
Along came a lady after such a long time
Awaiting a way to dispense her lessons without lies
I finally found a woman who could harness my mistakes
A woman winsome, wonderful and wise
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DEDICATED TO THE MARVEOUS MARILN M.WHO WANTS TO CHANGE NOTHING ABOUT ME BUT FOR EVERYTHING----
THE BIT*H I LOVE!
The air conditioner rattled,
coughed and faded
and, for a split-second, seemed
ready to give up,
losing a one-sided battle . . .
against the heat
of noonday that had invaded
his darkened room;
the tired machine struggled,
stayed on, nevertheless.
He tried to recall what she
had said, but could not
and, for the briefest moment,
seemed ready to quit,
losing a lopsided fight . . .
against forgetfulness
that drowned his thoughts,
blurred his sight, and choked his mind;
he tried and remembered,
though vaguely, nonetheless !
Wishing I could have been your widow,
Rather die knowing we loved though.