A recent poem l posted raised some negative feelings within me
About myself …. leaving me feeling annoyed
As l felt l had to write a “Please Note” on it
Explaining my poems intention….so false judgement l would avoid!
My poem topics are always varied
Though writing about human nature, traits ,feelings, l do enjoy
l was falsely accused of writing poems about another poet
Soupmails sent to many … telling of my underlying ploy
What was said about me is so far from the truth
Never would l write about any individual mean-spiritedly or be unkind
It is mean, hurtful, and serves no purpose
It is the furtherest thought from my mind
My poems are about my life experience
Uncomplicated, simple and that is all
If you see yourself in my words
That is on you and solely your call
So, to be quite clear ‘l do not’ write mean poems about P.S. poets
There will be no future “ Please Notes” to explain
Believe it or not …..Judge if you want
As your slanted opinion of me l will no longer entertain
Currents of air
And there
A Hawk
Wings spread
So wide you saw the space
Between its furtherest feathers
As it rode upon
The face of God,
Tatooed upon His Breath.
And I was lifted too,
My spirit rising
From a sleepy Death;
As moments of this life
Sometimes become.
A dandelion seed came floating by,
So perfect in its beauty and its form.
we jumped to catch it, but could not;
It was just beyond our furtherest reach,
Where all those things
of greatest beauty
find their home.
Sometimes my space is small and all it takes
is the whisper of a thought to knock me down.
Sometimes I own the sky, my gesture wide engulfs
the furtherest gull to fly, beyond where thoughts may lie.
This town may be our place of resting purpose.
Where would I begin to think I am, if not for love.
And I continue to suppose and I propose again to test
the bending wheat of leisure. For I am not an oak
but made of manly measure, and my grain
is but a river of my dreams.
I have heard the evening sounds
That make the night a symphony;
Frogs and crickets, whistled trains,
And whispers of infinity.
A teardrop glistens on my cheek,
Mere hormones some may figure.
Knowing not from where my histories peek,
Or loves I’ve known and lost that it may trigger.
We hook our hearts on borrowed time
Toward winter’s frosty grip
Sing songs of summer youth before
Our child-time might slip - so sure away
Each framed or famous day
I will not say goodbye when you're away,
For in my life, the beating of my heart
Is proof you stay.
I have run with you on golden beaches,
Walked to nighttime’s furtherest reaches,
Gave my soul and left my soul alone.
All this for lifetimes lived and tender mercies shown.
For in the end, love is all there is;
It's the only gift we give away;
And yet, forever own.
This Human Heart so small
It cannot near contain
Such Love as words cannot describe
Nor Eyes explain.
Though my feelings may be unrecognizable
I feel I know you.
The gentle sound of your voice is most desireable,
And you smile radiating a different hue.
The sway of your hips carry your impeccable style,
And your fragrance haunts my senses.
Visions of your silhouette walking through my mind mile by mile,
Preoccupying my mind leaving my heart defenseless.
Though we are furtherest from what each other need,
It still can't overcome my wants.
The want of your sultry presense surrounding me,
The visions of your beauty still haunts.
Reality has turned into a phantasm by me,
As I still celebrate the first time I seen you.
Though your eyes may see right past me,
My eyes see what is true.
Your beauty is impressionable,
Your strength is immeasurable.
If you think this poem is about you,
There is only way to find out.
Ask me....