Chats in the Car
We never drive far
May be over the mountains
As the wheels meet the tar
And the bugs find their end
Round each terminal bend
Yet no fly in the ointment with
Conversational friend
We steer around obstacles
We navigate bumps
The pot-hole conundrums,
Of love, never stumps
We won't get a ticket
For our speeding or risks
No concerns with this friendship
From detectors or frisks
I could drive through the night
With you here by my side
It's a wonderful journey
Such a comforting ride
Don't know if we'll arrive
Or the point of it all
But I just count you as blessing
Whether top speed or crawl
For the moments, so fleeting
Are too precious to waste
If we have to conclude this
Let's not get there in haste
I enjoy my spiritual chats,
Jesus loves me, tit for tat,
Jesus is my spiritual friend,
His light shines, as days do wend.
faintest voices heard
divine talk between angels
laughter in shadows
After Agnes Krampe
Upon a lone palm,
they build their communal
nest —determinedly— but pause
to study the berry-hued
cinder blocks of the hillside
shanty town, short lives
stacked on short lives.
One bird watches
the woman plucking laundry
from a fraying washline
as if shirts were passion fruit
on a vine, as if the vibrant reds
could placate hunger.
Another bird eyes
several threads unraveling,
temptingly soft, so close,
but the woman looks up
stays the flight as she entreats,
will you not sing me a new song,
will you never fly me home?
There's really so much love in my heart
It's literally bursting apart
Since joining P-Soup over a year ago
Can't wait for each day to start
I've never known such wonderful folks
Filled with real joy for living
It's renewed my faith in the soul of mankind
A soul that finds a thrill in giving
To be part of this amazing band of souls
All filled with love to the brim
Blessed is the word I'm searching for
P-Soup and love are synonyms
Said it before but I'm saying it again
At the risk of it sounding old hat
Can't tell you enough how thankful I am
For these daily sweet loving chats
© Jack Ellison 2013
Next to your fireplace we lay
As the latter morning drowns out the day
Butterfly kisses
I touch you
Where ever the weather misses
Ruins stray
Amongst this palate we lay
Yet you pull me closer
Should I stay?
“What bothers you most?”
She complies
My mind wonders
What else could I say?
Next to your fireplace we lay
As the latter morning drowns out the day
Secrets reveal
Nothing more
Than a broken crush
As our pores gently touch
No words spoken
Could slow this rush
Loves lush
A bodiless lust
Tomorrow
Seems to be
Too much
I miss you
Next to your fireplace we lay
As a latter morning drowns out the day
Morning leaves and comes
Palm to palm
We meet
Until your tears have calm
You apologize
I smile
I hold you
I accept
You console me
As though
I am your child
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