I wander on a journey that may fail
The compass heading points me to true blue
Late Summer is the time I know so well
Accentuated by my thoughts of you
I wonder as I wander through the maze
What separated us as years sped by?
My love for you displaced by cruel malaise
Still on the journey asking myself why
Acceptance is the price I have to pay
I’ll try my best to take the good with bad
Accepting our relationship’s decay
Your absence from my life makes me so sad
To make the best of life remains the goal
My thoughts of you are balsam for my soul
The war to end all wars; has been fought'
Yet the world sum, of peace total
It remains at naught.'
Simply thought
Feeling fraught
A path fraught with fear
craven cowardice
trembling, dissembling unsettling
Hovering high above the highest hill
beyond Imagination's borders
Out of reach, out of touch, unaligned
Hope's lost highway hesitant
arriving ahead of time
illusions intricate, impotent
'Home' - why do we delay
Arms outstretched.
Hands out thrust.
Fingers stretched out, reaching, straining, hurting,
just barely fail make contact, left hanging untouched.
Only a tiny spark zings between the fingers.
Like static electricity,
which flows when bodies
stroked with emotion
get charged up with a warm dry rub
and discharge with a tiny whip's crack.
Our love forever poised,
never had the impetus
for completion to fruition.
As we balked at commitment
fraught by quandary and trepidation
of expectation's negated equation.
Poised thus, we now will never know
what could have been,
what becoming could have done
if our fingers touched
touche.
Caught Being Fraught and Overwrought
Some more poems to write we had sought;
Did became upset and then were fraught;
On and on,
Had gone;
We ended up mad and often overwrought.
(Not overweight.)
Jim Horn
I was a soldier, but never sure
of those things I was
charged to do
I was asked to fight
pick up helmet and gun
men dying around me I knew
Those places I’ve been
and the things I’ve done
all eclipse the known profane
Now with beauty fraught
you must lock the gate
—inside this prison I remain
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
dives into cold pool
youthful and courageous lass —
he shivers the thought
1/7/2019
I was a soldier, but never sure
of those things I was
charged to do
I was asked to fight
pick up helmet and gun
men dying around me I knew
The places I’ve been
and the things I’ve done
all eclipse the known profane
Now with beauty fraught
I lock the gate
—inside this prison I remain
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Feelings fraught with fright fend off the fun
Facilitated in time to run with the happy aura of the sun
To lend an air of amiability that sends my bliss bend to niche number nine
Where I learn in earnest Fidelia is mine which is fine.
Feelings fraught with foibles foil festival frenzies
Fabricated by fads and duds that detest the sight of McKenzies
Alleged to smudge and disparage the image of the page
That flatters Fidelia and Delilah alongside their selfie stage.
Feelings fraught with fantasies freeze frenetic feats
Fidelia and I achieve as we arrive to scoff at seats
That promote the vote and mote to put us asunder
Though by dint of determination our marital management refuses to go under.
Feelings fraught with flux and bucks freeze freaks
Fidelia fights and finishes for several wintry weeks
To pave the way for the realization of our penultimate plan
To endorse essential events in the custom of our common clan in our vestibule van.
This journey fraught of desperate dreams
Within the grip of swelling grays
The Southern Cross astern now shines
Ever close of darkened bays
Adrift of lost and endless times
Sails now hoist, direction’s wind
I hear the angry waves a’ crash
Spume does touch my worried skin
Tempest waters come to lash
This journey fraught of desperate dreams
To reach the one that I adore
Of echoed voices calling me
And compass points of distant shore
Fear shall not my face to run
To fight this wrathful storm I will
Hoping for the morning sun
With calmer seas so ever still
When dawn, I pray on bleeding knees
Does find your arms about my chest
With kisses sweet of anchored pleas
To whisper I have met my quest
And found my love for once and all
By harbor light and North Star way
Your heart, my destined my port-o-call
Never more to sail away
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