A Chill in the Air

On Tuesday you cried

upon my shoulder,

trusting Jesus to save

your soul.

On Friday you played

the entertainer, making light

of fearful faces in the room.

~

You left us in November

as the cold was setting in.

~

You danced in the face of death,

a can of beer in your hand.

But morning came with raindrops,

in your bed you would remain.

You communicated in silence,

lids weighted with eternal sleep.

~

You left us in November

as the cold was setting in.

~

We ate brownies topped

with ice cream, while the lesbian

hugged the Catholic and God’s

Spirit sweetly smiled.

We laughed through tears

as we remembered; said

our prayers to fill the void.

~

You left us in November

as the cold was setting in.

~

I said goodbye on Thursday,

and left roses in the snow.

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The Clichés of Chick Flicks

oil and water
polarized
irritants
under the skin

back to back
stiff shouldered
defiance

anger’s passion
bursts into flame
consuming walls
of separation

melting away
divisions
igniting
love’s fire

sealed with a kiss

always meant
to be

same old story
same old lie

The Contender

Surly scent of testosterone

muscles it way to the fore,

Daring all challengers to

break his hold and throw

him to the floor.

 

Sweet perfume and downcast

eyes, a strand of gentle curl,

the slightest tilting of the head

and iron fists unfurl.

 

Parting lips which breathe

a sigh; his head begins

to swim. An upward glance,

a gentle touch; knees

buckle under him.

 

Strength of gentle femininity,

uncalculated power,

caves the strength of any man,

causes massive bulk to cower.

 

Fragility it may appear to be,

but in the slight of frame

does belie the truth of life –

was from Woman that you came.

 

{Inspired by     somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond  by E. E. Cummings}

Dermis Cells of Clay

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Sad eyes of faces from the past set in weathered skin of aging brick

heat of summer bakes urban soot into the dermis cells of clay

harsh cold of winter winds causes huddled forms to shudder

set aside from usefulness, removed from active life

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Fire of Fear

 

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Embers hidden deep under ashes of time

Bellow of anger’s wind brings them to life

The fire of fear…quick to ignite

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Future Breeze

An aroma of hope rises in the air, soft and inviting,
gently calling forth a sense of anticipation;
drawing it up from the deep well of my being.
It does not yet contain the scent of present joy,
for it is carried on the distant winds of future days,
providing only hints of a sweet fragrance
floating down through time,
the smoke of incense
swimming in the breeze.

Dec 26, 2009

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Empty Vessel

Her heart was soft and supple
Filled with warmth and love
Giving of her care to men
Serving faithful, God above

Views of pain and suffering
Walked close before her eyes
Torn apart her tender heart
A wound she can’t disguise

Her fountain of compassion
The years have now run dry
No words, her mouth to say
Her eyes, no tears to cry

Ceramic heart within her chest
Grows heavier each day
A kiln of pain has hardened it
Turning flesh to brittle clay


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Smelly Shoelaces Tied in Knots

This old suitcase is tattered, and the zipper is broken, so I wrap it with old shoelaces from smelly gym shoes tied in knots. The handle broke years ago from dragging it up and down the basement stairs each time I made a trip to that dark pit of despair. Somehow the contents of my baggage remains intact. No matter how many times that worn old suitcase spills open, I manage to stuff it all back inside and secure it once again with old shoelaces, tied like my stomach, in tight little knots.

Published in: on May 19, 2010 at 7:37 pm  Leave a Comment  
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Carousel Ride

The carousel spins and the music plays
Set in the center of an open expanse
Shadow faces blur in an obscure haze
Eyes catch my focus, slightly entranced
Mysterious melodies not quite heard,
as I strain my ears for some direction
All the sounds seem dull and slurred
Hence muting words of Your affection
I sense Your presence still with me
When darkness does envelop
You’ll take the reins and ride with me
On this horse that cannot gallop
When spinning stops and music ends
You’ll lift me gently to the ground
When time is right, You’ll suspend
This ride upon– the merry-go-round

Published in: on June 15, 2009 at 11:19 am  Leave a Comment  
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