Darling you’re a picture show
In the albums we possess
Are you resting there? I know
That you weren’t keen to rest
Couldn’t you somehow remind
What the spirits are about
Give a tip I fail to find
Deep within me, and without
Darling it’s the autumn wind
Blowing here, and leaves are flying
Unprepared for winter’s stint
Weeds and grass are slowly dying
With the first stroke of the frost
Summer ends, and we get older
Though we aren’t as old, as lost
In the eye of the beholder..
Wasn't a waste finding you in a mirror,
a special reflection that made all fears go.
Though could've picked a taller ceiling..
my how two arms have grown.
A prince, a frog, or both stood waiting.,
in glint of moonlight meant for two.
So silly how you found it all relating,
a soldier of fortune to your midnight blue.
Prefer to leave the I out of me most days..
save one looked for in a looking glass.
The pretty I'll never replace..
a special one that made us our best.
For what it's worth, thought you should know,
the warmth of you, a true shining soul..
falling like fragments of dust on an attic floor,
trapped forever in my mind's mirror'd
picture show.
Poetry and popcorn.
I'll take mine warm,
popping over a slow burner,
not with hot air.
Buttered up,
salty and full of fat.
Poetry and chocolate.
I'll take mine sweet,
not sugar-coated.
100% cacao.
No artificial flavors,
no artificial sweeteners, please.
Poetry and a picture show.
I'll take mine free,
with lines that keep moving
for a reason,
for a rhyme.
I'll take mine simple
in black and white.
Torn pages, a ticket stub
in my book
of memorable scraps ...
The hens from our small, urban farm,
Had wild idea, caused great fright:
Escape their pen, come to no harm,
See a show, without a blight.
With feathers ruffling at benight,
They made plans and added some smarm,
Darkened room, their intended site,
The hens from our small, urban farm.
They marched single file full of charm,
Crazy chicks, on a daring plight,
Ignoring grumbles from their tharm,
Had wild idea, caused great fright.
Forged ahead and ready to fight,
Broke their fence in one clucking swarm,
Accomplished task, without desight:
Escape their pen, come to no harm.
Sodas in beaks, seated disarm,
Screen flashing, their eyes all alight,
Snacks in wings, no need for alarm,
See a show, without a blight.
A hot buttered popcorn, their right,
They'd wielded fowl mettle from dorm,
Hid their combs to avoid incite,
They also did get their wings warm,
Small, urban farm.
March 16, 2023
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Sippin' champagne in your old '69
didn't really know what was on your mind
should've taken you up while the offer was low
but it's kind of late now; it's the last picture show
Headin' for home feelin' lonely and scared
didn't know what you were tryin' to say back there
but you gave me a look as if I should know
this would be the last picture show
Now you tell me you wanna make love
but sometimes there's things I'm just not certain of
I really thought we had a good thing, ya know
But it won't matter now - that's the last picture show
If you ever remember the good times before
I've loved you a thousand times or more
Just one more thing before I go
Thanks for the time at the last picture show.
In a dark and desolate room, on you my mind lingers.
I caught the scent of smoke, and I immediately saw you.
The gentle curve of your eyes, your long and smooth fingers.
Shuttering awake from dreams that had once been true.
I’m certain my face never sways upon your mind.
You fill your days with more curious subjects.
But seconds after the last hit finally carries me to high
And I’m consumed with how much your distance affects.
I let the edges of memories tickle those days long gone
Back to life, and watch the movie replay on my screen.
Though moral fortitude mentions that this is wrong
I can’t help but smile at the people I am seeing.
At their spontaneity in a meticulously laid out plan
They privately refuse to conform and share their will.
Before they return to their lives as another woman and man
Back to friendships, love, all that they have built.
I may never again have that same chance as you do
To, even for a moment, slip away and be her again.
But I will always have these memories to skim through
Until, down through the smoke, I descend.
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