Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Poems and Words

Trace back through the days
Find the phrases and the words
Shock at how beautiful
some of those words are.

It is as though
I am possessed by a muse.
Who writes these stories

I have no recollection of them.
I am an uninterested third party.

How strange a feeling it is.

Fly Birdy Fly

A little birdy told me-
Don't just let the world
pass you by

You must fly against the wind
Or else you'll
never know

your true strength.

Tip, tap, Tip, tap

Write little taps,
hurry little fingers
produce the words
before they flee!

Oh, how the words fly!
like birds before a storm-
How I long to capture them;
In a glass jar-

Then I'd have them at hand.
I'd pull one out when I had need;
No longer would I chase
the thoughts I oft lose.

Tuesday, February 3, 2015

Love Notes

I've written you before.
Told you how I need you.
Yet you never appear.
I begin to think you don't care.

My heart is not a toy.
Nor is it something to ignore.
Perhaps, the story is all wrong.
In truth, are you just a man-boy?

Farewell, to you who ignore me.
Farewell, to those who let me down.
Farewell, to the idiots who played me.
Farewell, to one and all.

I will not let you in- nor do I need you.
For that is misery I will not bear.
This note is less about you.
Love is not a gem I need or want.

Poetry Above and Below

Quick now,
Don't lag behind.
Hurry, hurry!

Or
Else
You
Will
Miss

The truth of beauty
Something we once lost.

The shadows fade
The sun shines

Except, I cannot get warm.
Where did you go?

Are you just a mystery?
A tale told to the broken?