There was love in an old, creaky sofa,
where two weary souls found comfort night after night,
tightly embraced, as if time had stood still to protect them.
There was love in an old, faded photograph,
with tattered edges, bearing the mark of time,
yet still holding the smile of a rainy day, like a relic of happiness.
There was love in a rusty Subaru, traveling on endless highways,
with the radio playing and laughter floating in the air, an echo of shared freedom.
There was love in a small, quiet room,
where the only luxury was each other’s touch,
and the only music, the sound of their gentle breathing, a duet of hearts.
There was love in all these things and in a thousand other places,
where two hearts found each other and held on tight,
as if they had discovered the secret of eternity in a fleeting moment.
Categories:
creaky, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
The Creators brush in the stream of Ocean waves
Painting with feeling and shading with inner thought
Inventing a life a moment of escape
Swimming towards an open gate
A trigger with a conscience
A finger on a dime in somebody's tore pocket
What is saved at the end of the day without the skill of care.
Losing a life lost in disaster
Living to prove the glistening of diamonds
Who's shine a reflection of the dream to be left in peace
Diamonds made from the tears off every shooting star
Screams kept in silent smothered jars trapped by ocean waves
Released by moonstruck tides smashing the fallen day
They say apply yourself to a civilization that needs to dream
Pick up those who have fallen along the path as they are the hinges fallen from that rusted gate
Categories:
creaky, humanity, ocean, race,
Form: Free verse
the smell of her perfume is still in the air
internal rolling hills with large stones give me blue relief
it has been a few weeks and i am still on the sharp edge of last night
melted snow falls from the sun's red eyes in the sky
my pain worsens, and i know that i have just been fired several run on sentences ago
i am a victim of the hypocrisy of my own advice to previous hypocrites
nothing has been moved but the obtuse angle of my broken heart
i try to move, but the oil to the tin is defiant like hypothermia taking directions
i pray for her to come back, but only the devil answers
attention provides her book of directions on wilted late bloomer time
now the smell of her perfume is like poisonous furies singing teasingly to the smart part of my brain
all i write now right now are poems devoid of solid rhythm
my existence is nothing but a vapor far removed from former glory
i now have a life sentence at a snail's pace with the tortoise winning at hare brained speed
i slide down black hill mountain......white is the bloody fire of regret and shame
Categories:
creaky, blue, lost love,
Form: Free verse
The house wasn’t as old as my father,
However some parts were starting to creak,
He detested outliving my mother,
And wanted a still house that didn’t speak.
His small bedroom window had a loose screw,
And it made a rattling sound day and night.
It made a sound whenever the wind blew,
He would call out her name, “Joan”, in fright.
I comforted him by reading Milton,
He would open his eyes and seemed at peace,
“ I am worried about that window son”
I smiled trying to put his mind at ease.
“ It is just that rattling old window dad,
It’s a sound you’ve heard many times before,
“Your are so right”, he said, ”and I am glad”,
“You are my good son, my good son and more.”
“You are not worried about the window,”
“No”, he said “ I am ready to just fly”,
“I would like an apple before you go”
“I always loved the taste of apple pie.
As the night pranced along he passed away,
Even the wind ceased its endless dance,
Perhaps it understood in some strange way,
The death of greatness should be in silence.
Categories:
creaky, 10th grade,
Form: ABC
My eyes had been shut less than six minutes when I woke up
to a faint dangerous creaky sound.
Front door opening? Grandchild whine? Ominous whirr next to my ear.
Mosquito or bee.
Neither welcome.
I woke immediately,
Jumped away from the covers.
Expecting a bite or a pinch.
Neither happened.
Listened harder.
Neighbor’s saw meant no nap for me today.
Or was it my imagination?
Unsure, but safe now.
Categories:
creaky, life,
Form: Free verse
The Unlocked Creaky Gate
The giant iron gate creaked
At the touch of my feverish hands.
Without permission
I unbolted the unlocked gate.
Sweaty forehead, numb hands,
Iced feet, my stomach tightened,
The palpitation of the heart
Grew loud and clear
Like a death knell echoing.
Strange isn't it?
Dragging my frozen torso
I walked on the grey cobbled pathway
Quickly turning round the shroudy hedge way,
Wondering what drew me here?
Trespassing into unguarded private property
Was not my forte.
De routing beyond the boundary of time,
Especially when I was hard pressed
With the temporal affairs,
Made me more nervy and jittery.
Which lesson of life was ahead
Before the daylight shut out of my eyes?
An invisible hand held my pain awhile.
The heart went back to its pocket,
Calmness transcended over the nerves,
The blood uncurled till the body warmed.
In a flash, without the blink of an eye,
Both hands lifted me off my herculean feet-
Since when had I become so light?-
Whispering,' I have your missing piece of heart'.
December20, 2015
Contest: Any Poem
Sponsor : Broken Wings
Categories:
creaky, garden, god, heart,
Form: Free verse
Creaky bones,
I must be getting old.
Creaky bones,
But I will not be told.
Creaky bones,
Those stairs are hard to climb.
Creaky bones,
I will not moan and whine.
Creaky bones,
Bending to tie up shoes.
Creaky bones,
Waiting in those long queues.
Creaky bones,
Once young, now aging fast.
Creaky bones,
Soon I’ll have that free bus pass.
Creaky bones.
Categories:
creaky, funny, health, hope, life,
Form: Rhyme