Packing

There are piles of life around me
Debris of the year gone by-

Things that need to be sorted & tossed
because life gets too full of clutter.

By packing I am saying good-bye
I do not know if I'm ready.

Tic-Toc of the imaginary clock
the hours are draining by-

I should be good
I should prepare

Alas, I do not.

Wym

Today I got something
that I wasn't expecting-
A booklet of poems
written by fellow students

I've never heard of them
nor have I heard of wym,

I do not know why they gave me
a booklet as I do not partake
in fellow-shipping with fellow writers

Intrigued and frustrated
as I stare at the poems
wondering

-how did they know to give me this?
-who is behind these poems?
-why are they anonymous?

May-hap, my poetry professor gave each of his students a booklet.

Ghost Town

Whistler in the distance,
A white tumbleweed drifts by-

The landscape is deserted,
Puffs of dust hang in the air-

As the last of the caravan leaves
just a skeleton crew left.

The festivities muted by rain
that doesn't slake my parched throat.

Salty on my cheeks
I wipe away the reminisce
of years gone by.

Either/Or

Pain
or
Emptiness

Real
or
Imagined

Trust
or
Betrayal

Hope
or
Despair

Dream
or
Nightmare

Leo (revised)

Majestic in everything-

A warrior of the savannah-

A hunter of the old ways.

On nimble feet 

he dodges an attack

as those in the shadows watch

in reverence. 

A man of the old code

with a single focus-

success out on the playing field.

He is loyal to his cause; 

chases the championship ring-

That forever elusive prey.

Take The Bull (revised)

Should have stayed in the ball park-
You tried to kill two birds with one stone.
 Opened mouth and inserted foot.

Killed a good thing.

Pony up, and

Take the Bull

by the horns.

Don't rely on using your trump card-

because Success is 99% perspiration

Yester-year (revised)

We’ve reached the point

When I say good-bye

To the past and all its promises.

I step away

Not looking back.

It’s a long journey in front of me-

My only company-

rose colored memories.

I left you with

dreams of what will never be.

The Edge

The drop of water that broke the dam.

The ounce of pressure that shattered the tower.

The scrape that rubbed the skin raw.

The shot that sent blood cascading to the ground.

The remark that cannibalized humanity's sanity.

 The shift of gravel that started the rock slide.

The misstep that sent me to my death.

Only in My Dreams- Take 3

I dream of you 

but I've never met you.

You-

The proverbial "you"

I refer to when talking about

my soul-mate.

I know you because of that

lingering sense of you.

I write about you,

I want you to be real.

The-

I see you with my own eyes;

I feel your heartbeat against my cheek

kind of real.

I met you whilst dreaming.

Because you are, only, the man of my dreams.

Note To Self

When handing in a paper
Make sure the first line is stellar
else, you will lose your audience
before you have made your case.

If you fail to check your words
Ridicule will follow
and you'll deserve it
for you are the fool.