I watched an ant, a tiny thing going and coming
Not caring the wind was blowing
While I, was bothered by whispering leaves
As drips of rain brushed my sleeves
And yet the ant gave not a care
Traveling without a stop, without a scare
As for me, how much have I done
Not a one, not nary a one
Waiting lost among thoughts I dread
Then I watched the ant instead
When a friend is lost, parts of your soul wanders
Stumbling through an icy cavern of darkness
Lost and twisting, pounding through reasons
Of stone, tumbling through endless hardness.
Finally breaking out into glowing beams of sunshine
And the friend brings laughter of all that was good
Times that we knew and can’t forget glow again
For friends are always smiling as they always could.
In memory of my oldest friend who passed away.
A woman’s look, turned my eye,
Plain, and soft as summer
With a sweetness barely touching a tone of loneliness
That blended it’s way into my heart
So cruel of me with a smile, without a word
To wander past and barely scrape away her need
Matching only my smile to hers in passing.
Leaving the loneliness to smother her heart
And turn her smile into yearning,
Dulling the brightness in her eyes
Giving only the remnants of a chafed smile
Then vanished into the gloom of a lonely trail.
Gone forever, still I feel her loneliness slicing through my heart.
Much of me, weathered and jaded
Seen through curtains of a tired past.
Sighs of youth, scattered and faded
Losing bits I miss the most
Shreds of summer turn to winter
Hopes now amble in a hall of ghosts
Kisses perished, sweetness lost
Melted smiles pass through a fog
Lips have cracked and lost their gloss
Melodies now spin songs of strife
That joins a bruised and rusting heart
All slower beats in a swirl of life.
I no longer look out over that cliff
Enjoying reflections of times long lost
The warming sun still such a gift
My life is mine, and all worth living
New softer voices replace the old
Smiles still bring loads of giving
Such beginnings sweep dust of old
And bring back stories to be told.
Creatures of the depth of time shred my slumber with their claws
Spewing boiling tar as I lay stricken by grind of their fearsome jaws.
Crackling tongues spew their venom, oh the putrid smell!
Oh, the wicked things that curl like all the snakes of hell!
They sing of all the multitudes who felt my cruel bent,
Coming back to torment me with devils they have sent.
Sweat turning into boiling oil and trickles down my back
Flashing scenes that shame me by all the good I lacked.
Riders on their flaming steeds, with hoof of red hot steel
Oh yes, the very worst of me I know will never heal
Far too late to sooth the past, my wickedness abounds
Devoid of hope, the rudder lost, my ship has run aground.
Temptations rest in lovely dreams
Of red and yellow flowers,
Spreading like the softest winds
Across the greenest fields
In nightfall comes such silvered
Moons, bearing goblets of wine
Anointed with all the pleasures,
Begging to be savored
Golden chimes, ringing hearts, and
Whispers of love’s bounties.
Do you hear the whispers tuning in the wind,
Fanning clarion’s calls to love and life?
Ashes in the Dust
The Sun long lost its luster
A cold and faded yellow orb.
Mornings creep too soon
Bearing witness to the dark
Words crumble in the mist
And quickly float away.
Bleak trees dot my forest now
Crumbled bark and shadows.
Dog eared calendars
Witness times long lost.
Meanings dried and cracked
Wander with my ghosts
I skirt the edge of joy
Leaving laughter slain.
A world that I once knew
Mere ashes in the dust.
Bring forth the sweet and gentle rain
To hide the sun and ease my pain
Another gift from heaven’s store
Ah, yes and yes, I value more
These easy days that help forget
The wounds of love that linger yet.
The mystery in her gray blue eyes
The magic in her wistful sighs,
Tender lips that float through dreams
The warmth that never fades it seems
Smiles that sheltered sweetest lies
Then twists a heart with her goodbyes
Trust the rain to heal my heart
And rust the loss now we’re apart
Let rain announce sunshine again
Though love has vanished, until when
Another tender smile appears
To blow away the crush of tears.
I have a thousand poems suffering to get out
If only I could find the voice to cut and slice and shout
To the heavens look at me
I have visions you should see
Of how I lived and loved and flew
Through blissful clouds and storm clouds too
And shook the earth with such a roar
That woke the heavens as I soared
Now the mighty thoughts have fled
But sometime as I lie in bed
I dream again of blue stretched skies
And once again my spirits rise.
Trivial, yes, in truth it’s waste of days and time and so,
We babble on, I wonder why, I blink my eye and although
Baby powder’s so much cheaper at the grocer on the corner
Yes, of course, but don’t mind me, I am just a natural yawner.
Tell me won’t you, once again, why the Johnsons got divorced.
Yes, I’ve heard, but carry on, and fill in all details, of course.
Is it true that he’s a pig, a dreadful swine in every way?
I head it all from Charlene Chase, I meet for coffee everyday.
The doctor calls it canker sore, and claims it goes away quite soon
Read directions line by line, and still it’s sore and almost noon.
Margaret had terrific moles, such unsightly little beasts
They’re black and sprouting hairs; she should cover them at least.
Yes, it’s how it comes and goes and clutters up my day
Listening to this and that and everything thing they say.
Such rude and selfish folks they are, hogging all the time,
With their ailments, and complaints, they leave no time for mine.
My life, my life no longer mine.
A ship that’s lost on stormy seas,
Now howling, raked by winds of time.
No longer sails in sunlight bold,
The dark of night rules long my sky.
Each morning yields the winter’s cold.
My rudder’s splintered, spit and broken
My hopes awash and left forlorn
Now rocky shoals yield fate unspoken.
My life is tossed on angry waves
Soaked by whims of careless tides
Ever closer to the grave.
No longer sweet the moon lit nights
No longer smooth the voyage ahead
My life now tastes of salty brine.
My life, my life no longer mine.
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