The stream (all workshops)
Decidedly a blues tune
with it's haunting melody,
paving the way
for shades of grey,
as Autumn undresses every other tree;
and I notice in every other pair
of eyes, I look into...
..a tear, with so much sadness
it reminds my eyes of a time I cried for you.
Then, my chest begins to catch it's breath
and my eyes can't stop the "blur",
and I wanna go back to the way things used to be;
When does the end begin?
A child is born,
The blink of an eye
Taken at a ripe old age
The end is with you
From the start.
Lips, stained with shadows,
Shout out profanities
Not giving a damn
Who might hear;
Hell bent on robbing
Innocent ears
Lips, sneering with sarcasm,
Frown with cynicism
Not giving a damn
Who might listen;
Hell bent on tainting
Innocent concepts
Lips, dripping with hate,
Plant prejudice seeds
Not giving a damn
Who might be hurt;
Hell bent on destroying
Innocent lives
We had her for seventeen years
Now we shed a flood of tears
Her smile her spunk we’ll miss
Remembering her life today
We talk about her qualities
We share her memories
With family, friends and enemies
This cold, winter, rainy, December day
A text went out to a friend
A stop sign went unnoticed
A crash took her life
A phone call around midnight
A church, gymnasiums fill with folks
To honor and lament her death
My daughter, sister, cousin, friend
Her memory we celebrate
Love is just something
That happens
Between any two
Single or married
Men or women
Gals with guys
Gals with gals
Guys and guys too,
Old and young,
Between strangers
It just happens
At the spur of the moment
To carry it further
Depends on circumstances
As well as situations
Of course individual decisions
Keeping the societal norms
Also cultural dispositions,
Between peoples of different nations
Sundial
Before time,
as we have come
to know it
a shadow
pinpointed
not only the hour
but the direction
of our destiny.
Write a poem, then wait a while
after it sneaks out to view
did it make folks laugh or smile
when it underwent purview
Imperfect just like the writer
awaiting the pointing of mistakes
the web is the final best arbiter
opinion that both makes and breaks
Go away for just a bit
and fill the mind with mundane things
then get drawn right back to it
ignoring other far flung flings
I vacation once a year
and always do so far from here
in a different state each time
preferably a different clime
It makes my actions hard to trace
by spreading out both time and place
it seems so easy I 'most cry
the idiotic FBI !
I take one week to get my prey
introduce myself on the third day
a pleasant smile upon my face
the epitome of charm and grace
Nobody's Child
doll-baby
tumbling
through hands
of the Master
falling fast
causing
porcelain
fractures
spidery-web
cracks
all through
the plaster
painted smile
on lips alabaster
broken doll-baby
tumbling faster...
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