I saw him passing by
a picture of sea and lazy sun
our eyes met in passion
but that was many yesterdays ago
and I never even learned his name
Empty Road Signs
Time takes on
a dimension
only time can understand
It’s a long long way
from being lost
to anywhere
The present stays
uncharted
like the fulcrum of a dream
Tomorrow
an empty road sign
— its message to portend
***
Turning The Latch
Is anything more prescient
than a window
open wide
Awaiting sun
or moonlight
and the wind that blows outside
Its latch when turned
inviting
unlocked it puts in play
The ingress
and the egress
— of every passing day
***
We All Share
There’s a comfort
in dying
that death can’t provide
Assured
of an ending
where conflict subsides
We all share
in common
the end of the road
Where time
has no meaning
— pain left to implode
(Dreamsleep: May, 2026)
My eyes are uncharted waters that you must cross
Those lyrics in the key of sea
give me all of the Summer vibes.
Even when dearly departed,
you can feel sunshine singing.
A clear horizon, that palm tree,
that’s what the melody describes.
A warm night is how it started,
electrifed steel drums stinging.
That Vernal affair uncharted
lives on in the notes left ringing.
You are my woman
I want to love you like you never been loved before
With depth that reaches beyond the shallow shore
Into the vast ocean where hearts truly soar
I'll cherish your strength, your fire, your grace
Not as possession but as gift beyond measure
In your complexities I find endless treasure
A universe to explore at our own pace
When storms rage and doubts cloud your mind
I'll stand beside you, steady as the tide
Not to conquer or to override
But to weather each moment, side by side
Let me show you love that gives you wings
Not chains disguised as golden rings
A love that honors who you truly are
Both when you're near and when you're far
You are my woman, fierce and free
I don't seek to tame what shouldn't be contained
But to nurture the garden where our love has remained
Growing stronger with each passing day????????????????
Eyes that never meet
promises that were never made
paths that never crossed
songs that left unsung
behind this path, there is an aching heart
willing to love and let it go, from the start
a part that fights to keep it tight,
holding it,
knowing it is not right
fails but wins, wins but fails
wins with a cry
fails with a smile
even if we are parted
there are many things left uncharted...
My map has everything set for me,
But no path showing me the way.
Ol' honest Abe,
Is turning over in his grave.
While Donnie & his clan,
Continue to misbehave.
I think it's fair to say,
That the GOP is long gone.
Overtaken by MAGA sheeple,
Well beyond wrong.
Traveling along a path
That impeached & indicts.
As the courts are left to judge,
Any remaining rights.
Testing foundations of democracy,
Like its never been before.
The world watches the drama,
Like reality TV, it can't ignore.
Yet from my view I can see
Almost too many crimes.
That will burden the
Judiciary, multiple times.
In the end, will convictions
Return justice to those in need?
And the people retain their power,
To nullify the greed.
Your eyes
are sapphire seas
ablaze
with a blue-milk moon.
They are uncharted waters
and my soul is a ship
ready to sail upon their waves.
I seek secrets of the deep
searching for undiscovered treasures
hidden in the oceans of your eyes
Carry me upon the winds
of your memory
Allow the song of your heart
to be heard from every gale,
as the story of you
is revealed
with each
pearl.
Let the moment continue
there’s no peace to make
no past to refight
or future at stake
Uncharted not lost
forever inbound
the instant repeating
—with memory refound
(Dreamsleep: May, 2023)
Sixty thousand pounds
One hundred sixty horses
Snorting like leviathan
On uncharted courses
Eleven feet of width
Thirty-two of reach
Tank-like tracks that crush the rock
With a metallic screech
Carving up the hillside
With the greatest ease
Playing toss with boulders
Plucking up huge trees
A tree that falls is heard
Some even make a sigh
A sound that makes me wince
I will not tell a lie
Progress can be brutal
On nature, we intrude
We like to make an entrance
Loud and brash and rude
I tell myself the openings
Make room for trees to grow
Or so I justify;
I’m pretty good, you know
Deftly flicking boulders
Smoothing out the dirt
Yard by yard he moves along
Master craft at work
It’s not for the timid
Or the faint of heart
Carving trails on mountainsides
Truly is an art
We’ve started every morning
Briefly, with a prayer
For Shawn and for his safety
And for God’s presence there
Hard to juxtapose
Stewardship, dominion:
The beauty there down in the vale,
Diesel-powered pinions
In time, the forest will forget
And cover up our scars
For now, I walk His wooded trail
At night, beneath His stars.
Uncharted seas
they are sailing in
time and again
along lines of flight
they defy surveillance
and smuggle
their clandestine dreams
braving
propaganda
indoctrination
derision
oppression
and whatnot
They elude despair
and evade the smear
of the myriad accusations
hailing them
each time they dare
to word their needs
and speak their hearts
infantilism
immaturity
ignorance
irrationality
greediness
disloyalty
lovers of anarchy
and whatnot
Those unseen
whose eyes
are riveted on
tolerance
equality
justice
equity
and whatnot
they will never
give themselves up
to that old mantra
once bitten, twice shy
I fall
into the deep
uncharted otherworld
of untime. I can't hear your cry.
Awake!
For: Paranormal Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori
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YOU seem so quiet inside a whirlwind of pain
me; born without a mouth cries
life -- a tornado of simply dead objects
as anyone worthy bends as bruised weeds
i'm simply scorned //
if you =-never alive-= destroys me.
Must strangely be two conflicted souls
must be as my dying heart
But then you took my uninvited hand
inside a wondrous dream
into uncharted territory.
I shall never confirm this reality
while ten foot tall -- chasing rabbits
and telemetry of the caterpillar captain!
Watching spacetime collapse into
into similar vibrating sounds of logic
whose proportion squeezes inside backward
history -- remember love yourself first.
Then your head.
Tearing a page away from troubling times
A beautiful disaster no longer the captive
Emerging from the murky waters
Renewed and flourishing
As forest fires promote
new growth abounds
Arising anew with rekindled spirit
Sailing on an uncharted sea
8.30.2020
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