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Best Poems Written by Matthew Hees

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Magic Seeds

Do you yearn for a fathers love
That never seems to arrive
Do you think that with a special love
It would be worth being alive

Can you see past the sorrow
Of your neglected needs
Can you find in your empty pockets
Those few magic seeds

Will you plant those seeds 
In life’s fertile ground
Will you let the magic do its part
Until your beanstalk’s height is found

Promise to let those seeds grow large
A pathway to the cloud
Promise not to let sorrow take charge
Till you are on top feeling proud

Sorrow can lead to change, it is true
But it can also harden the heart
Sorrow can lead to anger and regret
But hope binds what’s been broken apart.

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Walking In Chicago (Thinking of You)

So many steps you have taken
So many lanes you have run

I have followed you here too late
only to wrestle with memories absent

Brick walls echo my song
trying to brighten the morning gloom

The clatter of trucks and trains
drown out my pitiful wail

Through gardens of lavender and sage
past silent fountains and groves

Morning light finds active patrols
residents on their early watch

Treading paths behind them all
thinking that their footfalls follow yours

Gulls wander in aimless patterns 
searching for what others leave behind

Whispering in remembrance
of your generosity and flair

Purchasing each breath with a sigh
Seeing each stone through your eyes

Wanting to see your expression
at each new discovery...hoping

I keep the pace steady to meet the present
The past cannot supplant my obligations

Distances are real but the heart travels further
Still searching for that captive moment

Seeing you pass in a shop window
Industrious and steady of gait

Sparing a smile for the aged, 
a grimace for those bent on dysfunction

Could your have passed this way?
Could I have felt it somehow?

Time looms against me
Reality calls me back from where I long to be

Walking silently in your footsteps
Seeing you just step ahead.

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The Poet

The poet describes himself
with every well placed word
how can he do otherwise?

How can he avoid his own perceptions?
the altitude from which he observes
the child within him speaks

He speaks of the pain he has seen
of the stirrings he doesn't understand
the desire to share and be shared

A hand reaches out through words
for help or understanding
or an embrace

The path he walks along
is drunk in by the eyes 
heard by the ears
inhaled by the nose
felt by the skin

but expressed only in action or word

Poetry is the expression of the timid;
the spirit that leaves clues behind 
hoping someone will find them
waiting patiently for discovery
wishing that the connection will be made
knowing it will be - while the pen is still in motion

We are all made in a pattern
One dressmaker has made the dresses
for all of the women at the ball
and they are not ashamed

because the workmanship is exquisite

The poet sits in the balcony 
and describes the scene below
The flowing beauty and grace
the slight bump of arm
and the tragedy when collisions occur

sometimes he joins the dance
sometimes he leads the band
sometimes imagining is enough

leaving behind words of thanks

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The Dilettante

Oh the thrill of being aloof,
untouchable by the mundane
The Dilettante loves this place

The throngs of people to wander through
Sampling strengths and weaknesses
Always looking to bring down the haughty

But to build a desire in the weak
to have that power over their passions
to create that allure at will

That is his calling.

Many a supple soul
has fallen into his eyes
Those lips that speak so softly

Whispering things the heart longs to hear

He knows that he is missing something
The puzzle of his heart incomplete
The pieces not quite fitting

He continues his quest 
through the crowds in the square
Until he finally finds whispering eyes

and falls into them.

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Hopes Float

Like bubbles blown 
From the mouth of a child
Our hopes float before us
Dancing out of reach

We follow them through the yard
Feeling cool grass underfoot
Eyes focused on catching
Those illusive orbs

Some fall to the ground and burst
Some caught in strong winds pop in air
Others continue to soar
Up and out of sight

Those are the hopes
Our hearts want to follow
Impossible, improbable, impractical
Our hearts soar with them anyway

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A Heart Apart

Feel that little thump,
Against your breastbone?
There it is again,
Like a pulsing little phone.

If you could answer,
what would you say.
Were any of my desires
Unmet today?

Valentines day
In the middle of winter
It is a great time to listen.
Let your heart mentor.

Are you afraid to pause
And reflect on its sadness
Are you curious to know
How it survives all this madness.

Let it whisper those things
It wants you to hear.
Let it lighten its load
In this cold time of year.

It will thank you for smiling
It will mourn that lost hope
It will wish for tomorrow
It will find ways to cope

It is all there if you listen
Every delight and pain
It is renewing your life
With each pulse to your brain

I hope you find something
Worth loving today
Let your heart dream
Let love in to stay.

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As Time Goes On

God knows I love you
He hears it every day.
In morning devotion
As tears clean dust
From the ducts

I kneel and pray
Kneel and pray
But as time goes on
Those three words stay

Two pronouns, one verb
Every morning the air disturb
Turbulent words

From my heart they come
With blessings and pain

For you

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Denial

Crowded into inner space
So many words I will never speak
Thoughts driven by emotion’s waves

They ache to be released
They distract me with tears
But the tape on my lips remains

Painful things seek light
Too troubling to remain hidden
But Fear is a harsh slave master

Muscles spasm as if in pain
As they try to betray my hearts truth
I deny those truths when in embrace

Move on to the next act
The context of my life 
Is In the hands of its author

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Heart Paths

Can we perpetuate the pleasure felt
When moved by our spirit

Heart in motion can be balanced
Like a wheel it makes tracks.

Countless ages have formed roads
Where hunger has beaten a path

Whether to tree or honeycomb
Or shelter of a lover’s arms

Waiting on the back porch swing
Not knowing the time of arrival

Anticipation is a fever unbroken
Burning and tingling with quiet fire

Corralling our emotions for moments
Expectations as high as the stars

Knowing from experience 
That the heart rules all.

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Love's Breath

Love lingers lost
Wandering like a breeze 
Across my lips

Wanting that touch
A presence that heals
Patient reassurance

It seeks always
A warm hiding place
A heart worthy

Eyes that mist
Arms of gentle strength
Companion’s trust

Love lingers hoping
The breeze across my lips
Will be your breath