A thief came into my home at night
Right after I barred the doors
And switched off the lights
He was deliberate with each step he stook
He knew exactly what he wanted to steal
A thief came into my home at night
As I journeyed in the dreams of my lover
Preparing myself as a present for our intending Union
Well wrapped in white Rosy dress for the conjugal ritual
A thief came into my house while I dreamt
Stealthy and desperate for a loot
He walked past my gold and pearls
And reached out for my lover's present as I slept
I resisted with everything I had
But he conquered and went away with everything I had to give
A thief came into my home
I think he took away my soul
Categories:
stook, abuse, love, poetry, sad,
Form: ABC
The Footpath
To walk the old footpath with steady tread
Where mists and steep sloped hills obscure the view.
And see, along the way, inside my head
The ghosts of those dear friends whom once I knew.
Beyond aged trees and ancient field’s span,
Hidden horizons meet the distant sky
Where history has trod and changed the land,
To the free wind’s soft song and raptor’s cry
Along winding lane and fast flowing brook
Where playful child once found his destined way.
Age old hamlet or Autumn’s ripe corn’s stook
Where spirited youth spent too short a day.
Long past are those dear friends who trod those ways,
But forever the ancient footpath stays.
08/25/17
Categories:
stook, change, time,
Form: Sonnet
hey his name is Brad
just another name in the fad
his looks could charm
and boy can he farm
he rode up on a bike
along side his friend Mike
one look at him
i think i just lost a limb
he smiled at me
and i'll be
i just stook there
frozen like a grizzly bear
his deep blue eyes pull
oh they pull heart like riding a bull
Categories:
stook, girlfriend-boyfriend,
Form: Sonnet