Should we dance?
just let the evening shadows slide away
that leave only our footprints as if on parade,
to trace the floor board that bends
around the corners of the lifeless room expanse.
Do you ever think of those days
when nothing stood in our way
and we barely children on the brink
of days and futures passing in a wink
in what seemed the dance on the edge of time.
Bring me back a moment
with memory of all that once awaited
the travels of our lives contemplated
and forged by unmeasured wile and circumstance
where life swayed to the rhytm of the lasting dance.
Categories:
floor board, age, dance, memory,
Form: Quintain (English)
The Repentor
The morning rays lay
a carpet of gold
on the bedroom floor.
Last night I stroked
her long, black hair
while thoughts
Flew high,
back to the first
love of my life.
What I have lost
is forever mine.
Shadows deepen
between us
the carpet fades
the floor board
creaks
under the weight
of regrets.
Categories:
floor board, absence, allegory, betrayal,
Form: Chastushka
Shadows seeking solitude
sunlight filters fleeting dream
soft endless kisses
are more real than they seem
Awake but still in the stillness
missing moments long past
through stained glass windows
smiles seldom forever last
Dusty records skipping with
every floor board squeak
dancing my way ever closer
nearer your soul to peek
In bits of laughter loved
from the orchard dripped
ripe hints of heaven
I ungracefully tripped
Broken arrows slightly felt
but deflected just enough
where pain laid low
magically I remained tough
Lost and found but still around
hidden in the lyrics down low
under guise of star struck eyes
the whispers still somehow show
Dusty records skipping with
every floor board squeak
dancing my way ever closer
nearer your soul to peek
Falling in deep a sweet melody
when you're ready I'll be
awaiting upon your dance floor
for you to fall into me
Waltzing slowly
uninterrupted
just you
just me
Categories:
floor board, dance, love,
Form: Lyric
No time for poetry the last few days
as I am putting down a hard wood floor.
There is much poetry in many ways
in that, as in everything else, and more.
There really is a metaphor for life.
Fix a sonnet on the fly so to speak
but a hard wood floor, just as in life,
can be unforgiving and will sneak
up on you. One bad measure, your work is rife
with effects that you spend the rest of it
paying for and doing shuck and jive
to stay on a steady course. Tongue must fit
each groove, each floor board from the first one
to the last. Each perfect till you are done.
Categories:
floor board, allegory,
Form: Sonnet
The body of good fortune is always fragile
and never lasts.
You understand?
All unseen fortunes gently strokes our synapses
and always turns our direction to Potter’s Field
or the penthouse.
The gravity of living in an indifferent city
pulls our hearts to the third rail
so we could feel something
anything but the sensation
perfected by the shut in.
Insomnia is what remains
like the last roaches
who return long after
the poison has settled under the floor board.
Categories:
floor board, anxiety, dark, sick,
Form: Free verse
The Sparrow.
The stage was enormous partly dark; floor board made
of the decks of stranded schooners
a sparrow came shuffling in, slightly bent too much time spent
at street corners singing for a few shilling had taken its toll.
She was met with applause which lifted her spirit
she smiled and began singing love songs
the pain of love
the loss of love
the longing for love.
Often she had loved wrongly, but she had no regrets.
Standing ovation.
Later there would be flowers, chocolate and wine.
It was her last performance. Although she didn`t
know at the time, although some of her fans suspected it.
she flew away, and Paris mourned.
Non, Je ne regretted rien.
Categories:
floor board, art, blessing, break up,
Form: Blank verse
My first car was a '67 Deville
I really thought I was cool
Til everybody started laughing at me
When I drove that thing to school
Then I bought a used taxi cab
With the sign still on the side
But everybody kept waving me down
So I finally got rid of that ride
I was still in high school back in 1979
When I bought me a pick-up truck
You could see the road thru the floor board
So when it rained I was out of luck
I ended up with Volkswagon bug
And, well, I'm 6 foot 3
So, you can probably read between the lines
It was a little too small for me
I was considered a ladies man
Well, until my car got there
Then I was cursed with the shampoo bug
They remembered they had to wash their hair
I didn't have much luck with women
But the good Lord knows I tried
I guess that's the end of my story
So tell me, what was your first ride
Categories:
floor board, funnycar, me, high school,
Form: Rhyme
My first car was a '67 Deville
I really thought I was cool
Til everybody started laughing at me
When I drove that thing to school
Then I bought a used taxi cab
With the sign still on the side
But everybody kept waving me down
So I finally got rid of that ride
I was still in high school back in '79
When I bought me a pick-up truck
You could see the road thru the floor board
So when it rained I was out of luck
I ended up with Volkswagon bug
And, well, I'm 6 foot 3
So, you can probably read between the lines
It was a little too small for me
I didn't have much luck with women
But the good Lord knows I tried
I guess that's the end of my story
So tell me, what was your first ride
Categories:
floor board, funnyme, high school,
Form: Rhyme
beat up short bed truck
broke door handles on both sides
food sack's on floor board
Categories:
floor board,
Form: I do not know?
I close my eyes
And back home I am
Looking out those
Century old windows
My inner tears
Would burst a dam
I remember every crack
In those walls,
Every floor board
Prone to creak
But the happiness
I had there,
Is something I can
now but seek...
Home of fifty years
Saw my tears and my joy
From infancy to adulthood
And the blessed life I'd had there
Since I was but a boy
A place where several
Family members had died
In the old fashioned way
And all those tears I cried...
Not in some remote hospital,
But where they wanted to be
And I'd suely love to die there,
If it was up to me..
But, it was my destiny
To come here,
In this desolate place
Certainly I'm not that happy
But it's something I must face
I made a mistake,
I should have died there
Where I had lived so happily
And now, I barely care,
What becomes of me
My life is over
Save but a bit of love,
Still directed at me
And each day I wonder,
What do these people see in me?
Categories:
floor board, angst, depression, family, life,
Form: Bio