How I yearn to read
Out under the sagging elm
The book as my world

An escape calls me
Beautiful realms crying out
Touching upon mine

The grass grows so lush
A perfect seat beneath me
A padding for hours

Today we come to put closure on a special time in life,
Be you mother, father, sister, daughter, cousin, man, or wife.
We say goodbye to the fabulous forties, 10 years of our lives
But, like all things in life, the forties had to die.
It saw two weddings, two grandchildren, and an NP degree,
Many vacations, much national travel, and a car or three.
Now we wrestle with our sadness, and steel against all fears
Of seeing once again the feisty pumpkin hair in coming years.
So gather round the casket, help lay the forties to their rest
And join us looking forward, knowing the 50’s will be best.

I can but look back
To times less forlorn.
Joyous those days
We alone did adorn.
Hours before these,
Ones I now mourn,
From whence my presence
So quickly was torn.

How can so few feet
Be the cause of such pain?
A chasm that I try
To bridge all in vain.
Can I hope feelings
Will remain the same,
Or will they all sadly
In time come to wane?

Something is missing.
Something is wrong.
Something is missing,
From my life’s sweet song.
Something I never knew
I had all along;
Something I never knew
I felt quite this strong.

Forgive me not ending my adverb in –ly at the end there, but I get to claim poetic license. What a liberating thing!

Separation. Losing friendship. I wasn’t used to taking things or people for granted and an opportunity to work in a new position showed me that this is exactly what I had done. Even in, say, the workplace, transferring from one department to another, even if they are only a few feet away, can change a relationship dynamic dramatically. It’s silly to think you’ll just always have a good relationship with someone. I can tell you this. Friendship takes work. Keeping in contact is a commitment. Don’t take it for granted.

O.K.
Oh, K. shall I speak to you
Adulations solely dear
Whisper I such sweet sought sounds
As I hold you safely near

List you how your sight enthralls
Whilst you’re held within my arms
Hair, scent of eternal bliss
Your eyes are topaz charms

Skin so smooth, a touch as soft,
A smile outshines the sun
Your presence a gift of no small worth
Ably surpassed by none

How can it fare such heavenly things
On earth we chance to find
By whose delight came I to you
The epitome of divine

-”K” is someone’s first initial…
-How do you like “topaz?” Pretty narrow range of colors, huh?
-The earliest date I have on this one under a File/Properties/Modified date of November 26, 2003. It was, in fact, written years before then.
-I just had someone I wanted to write a poem about, and I ran with it.

Innocence, for hopes and dreams
Purity and truth.
Feelings a shy heart can hold
Impossibly aloof.

How can a single flower bear
Such complicated airs?
Gratitude to be expressed
By he who never dares.

A single symbol to relay
Thanks for precious time.
A wistful message wrought within
Appreciative rhyme.

I find it quite confusing that different colored roses are supposed to mean different things when giving them as a gift. If people know what the colors mean, doesn’t that take all the fun guesswork out of it? I like innocence, though it is exceedingly scarce these days. I also like the double-meaning trapped within the word. If someone claims you sent them white roses, so you must be attracted to their innocence, you can just plead innocence in the entire affair.

I’m not sure I shared that thought in a easy to understand way. Such is my life.

Angel
The vision before me
A luminescent sight
An ethereal angel
Surrounded by light

She’s entered my world
Soaring in from above
Her passions for life
Fill my heart with love

Her heavenly eyes
And pure silken hair
Flood me with warmth
To wash out despair

My angel’s sweet voice
The melody of the skies
Her grace and her charm
Betray human guise

As I embrace her
The world fades away
Leaving us to enjoy
A love here to stay

What brought down this gift
From up in the night
A treasure of the heavens
Shimmering bright

For me she descended
Assumed mortal coil
Searching for one who’s
Eternally loyal

It’s amazing to write a poem about your wife before you even meet her. For inspiration, I had a piece of art (which I can’t seem to find a link to) and some extra time.

Enjoy

Let’s look at some deep emotions from many, many years gone by. Tell me, what do you think about this, officially my 14th poem, in general:

Emotional Prisons
To tumble and tumble
Down life’s twisted stair
To scan and to search
Through life unaware
To be lonely, trapped
Without escape from this lair
When one’s shyness
Takes precedence over care

To be lost
With the end in plain sight
To turn in
On yourself out of fright
When the burdens
Are all far from light
You are lost
To yourself in the night

Because strength
Has flown out of your grasp
An you come
To conclusions at last
You have seen
Your dreams slipping fast
Left’s your soul
A void infinitely vast
All control
Is a thing of the past

Just draw in
It’ll hurt less that way
When your fears
Take all words away
Making husks
Of all that you say
Shy emotions
From the light of the day

To float wild
In a chaotic dark hole
To steer clear
Of the effects of the world
Passing by
Opportunities hurled
Safe are they
Deep inside they are curled

Losing out
On events rushing by
Too afraid
In silence you lie
And you miss
And you wonder, and why
Are all dreams
Out of reach, oh so high

Out of the darkness
He slipped into view
How long had he been there?
What did he do?

Out of the gloom
Out of despair
Off of the cliff
And out into air

Out of the darkness
But not into light
What they’ve told you is true
Two wrongs don’t make it right

Out of the darkness
Did he get away,
Or has he just found
A new game to play?

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This poem was written “In loving memory of Christopher Doughty”. Christopher was the brother to one of the closest friends I’ve ever had. A couple years after I graduated, Chris committed suicide in an obscure room in our high school. There are so many memories and feelings that this poem brings up, but I’m sure none of them need to be shared here.

I could have sworn I posted this before, but I couldn’t find it when searching my site. I’m posting my poems in the order they were written for the time being. This one, oddly enough, is poem #13. How fortuitous.

If this poem elicits any reaction from you, please let me know.

Your eyes, they envelop me
I never know how much you see
Had I the strength
I could tell you these things

When you smile, inside I smile too
I wish I could say to you
You’ve captured my heart
Would I could tell you these things

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This is poem #11. I like this one. This poem was originally written to be a song. These are (probably unfinished) lyrics and I have the music in my head, but no musical talent for it to go any further.

This poem is about the infatuation one person has for another they see on almost a daily basis. The basis is shyness. A shy person has the hardest time sharing their deepest feelings. For me, it was/is because of the fear of rejection.