Time comes when you "toss in the towel"
Considering your life’s work as finished,
You can go out with a satisfied growl
Or, attempt to have your work refinished.
Either way you know you have succeeded
For you followed your gut’s inclinations,
You listened to advice, most cases heeded
Hopefully, you left a few good impressions.
Written February 8, 2022
Categories:
refinished, life, work,
Form: Light Verse
I love smells
Vicks and lemon comforts me
Cinnamon roll and pine cone
Remind me of Christmas
Smells seduce me, entice me, delight me.
I use my sniffer to figure out the world.
Old Spice. Hello Daddy.
Sweet Honesty. My days of being young and cute.
Fresh paint. A new beginning.
Varnish. The one dresser I refinished.
Gasoline. Vanilla. Caramel. All with their own memories.
Parading around in my head, reminding me of days I thought I had lost.
Categories:
refinished, 4th grade, 5th grade,
Form: Free verse
Your tight-fitted, neon-pink top glows in the dark surf,
While your fluorescent G-string sparkles in my brown eyes.
Each, firm buttock, the well-rounded quarter of savory Roe,
My raised shaft in mock-tandem salutes each, titillating swivel.
Your silver bangles reflect the golden sun beams:
Your silver locket refracts steam from my eyes.
Your lubed pigments with drying sun strokes bind;
My doting fingers carefully brush refinished surface.
Your silky, ebony locks morph into a shimmering frock,
Availing breeze bristles thread-ends against my chest.
Your polished legs are flossed by the foaming tides,
Tethering to my brawny sinews, coarse hairs lather.
Your tiny, nimble feet sweep the satin granules;
The winnowed seeds tenderly fondle my arched heels.
Categories:
refinished, love, romantic,
Form: Free verse
Towering, organic orifice;
Spiring, glistening steeple
Wholesome, organic form;
Brokered, burnished symbol
Environmentally-conditioned
organism; Artificially-renovated
copse
Bland, earthy edifice; Bright,
glowing orb
Dull, lifeless timber; Vibrant,
veiled oracle
Shielded, sheltered ember;
Shiny, showcased beacon
Soaring, sylvan sentinel;
Stunted, cropped cinder
Cherished, nourished fodder;
Chosen, sanctified shroud
Pristine, woody carbine;
Refinished, domesticated
chalice
Categories:
refinished, holiday
Form: Idyll (Idyl)
the only place
with proper angles
past rural side markets
purchased candy baked beans
incessantly irresistible
throw back red & natural locks
pop in dvd/vhs view movies
particularly for some one else
occasionally me
watch as day shadows rise
above refinished shingles
casts at half past three
begrudge how time flies
why it’s barely a stay
when the night is single
plenty laughs there were
parlay inevitable good byes
music seemingly insist
loitering my head from
back stage passes Dwele sings
persistence keeps Michelle Ngdecello
from making a fool of me
discourage melancholy solitaires
ride slopes past nose and cheeks
I find the sinewy refuge
plant myself safely...
worship the nook in his arms
Categories:
refinished, love, peace,
Form: Couplet
The rooms are bright white,
empty square chambers.
With memories stale in the air.
The creeping echo of your voice.
Glossy refinished pine floors,
swimming in polyurethane.
Done new for someone new,
who can never appreciate our time here.
Hollow except the single bed,
so inviting to lay my head.
Feel the thick, crisp comforter warm me,
and the lumpy mattress envelope me.
Hold me in its lumps, molding into me.
The lone lamp on the oak nightstand,
lit dim, a solitary candle.
Alone.
Never to see you in this house again.
To not feel love,
nor hear the laughter I long for.
When once you knocked on my door for guidance...
curious and naive.
Now you are grown and strong...a Marine.
Still, I see the boy in your face,
the innocent, blushing child I grew with.
To return a man,
if to return at all.
Walking through the hallways,
the sun hazes your ghostly figure.
One,
without.
Never to wake careless at noon.
Never to touch these creaky floors with my bare feet.
The growing,
our wonder years.
All the fighting screams.
The energy...
But mostly you.
And when you left me brother- so did this place.
Where will I go to find you...if you never return?
Categories:
refinished, childhoodme,
Form: Free verse