A Bunch Of Short Poems/Ramblings

This is just a bunch of stuff I've written but either never completed or just forgotten about…..

 

(1)

He withers in the storm

like a leaf on a narrow limb

holding dearly…. to her
he emotionally swings.

She cups him, in her gentle hands
just underneath his cheeks
eye to eye….she whispers
you’re a precious leaf - to me.

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(2)

What if the sky turned grey

what then… would you see
if the sun hid behind the stars
and the moon overshadowed me -
would flowers wither
and my beating heart….
fade away.

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(3)

A connection is the hand
that reaches out.
A calm touch -
to caress the mind.
The knowledge of life -
in a dark sky.
A shining light - of a friend.

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(4)

 

Carry me across the ocean

carry me to you
lay me on a beach
without a rocky shore
then wash away my sand
and bury me …. in you.

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(5)

 

He wakes up in a fog

and sips at his honeyed tea –
savouring this elixir – while she lays
in dreams of oiled limbs.... shimmering –
a pool where he dips his thoughts
caressing…..an interior of whims.....

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(6)

 

If she understood

the darkness just beyond his light -
or the flow of tears that drowns him....
or the shadows in the corners of his heart...
which he cups tightly,
so she won't see through his porous night.

If she only understood,
by the feel of his trembling hands...
that he was but a broken man -
she'd realize..... there was nothing left of him....
but a few scattered fragments -
now left behind....
the rest – have found the wind.

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(7)

 

When time has lost the time of day

and no sounds can be heard -
what is left to say.

When a withered leaf

falls from the tree
and no wind finds it way
then all that growth of youth
will be gone -
and no journey…..
will be made.

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(8)

 

Her heart sings

so love resounds
and forever the echo heard –
for these sweet notes
he carries…. a “peace” from her
as she is always –
within his cherished arms.

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(9)

 

She heard me age

by reading all my groans
written on those tattered pages
born from every day -
within a life.....
stripped of chapters
each word written  -
for her.

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(10)

 

How much

do you have to live
before you understand
or lived a life
that you hadn't learn so much from.

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(11)

 

Enchant me

place a spell upon my heart
cast your whims
to draw me in
then tear at my cloths
and discover -
who I am.

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(12)

 

His shadow wanes, as the day

slips away ……
revealing what is left
when his soul -
is pressed
for time 

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(13)

 

Where is the wind

when I need the air
as I tear at these cloths
so my skin can breathe -
then I peel away the heat of day
when I've been soaked in crowds
to find the cool bareness of night
and my eyes can reach the stars
as I draw in my breath
and taste the breast of life.

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(14)

 

Machines grind away

until the loss of day
when dark shadows of humanity
slither from their crevices
while others..... too afraid
slip away
and turn from clay to stone
secretly they pray
that time.....
won't disappear
then only shadows
will remain.

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(15)

 

Sand bites his skin

as white-caps sail....
to crest upon the shore.

Mother of the wind

reminds the withering souls
that time is but a solitary game of man
which in the end....
she will always win.

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(16)

 

He lived in her eyes

and with each seductive blink
his heart beat....
as if it were a separate entity
but when she turned away
his eyes became un-fastened
the moment lost....
from her gaze.

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(17)

 

There is no accuracy of thought

no clarity of mind
but single moments
clashes against the clock
caught between the measured hands.....
of time.

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(18)

 

Wheels within wheels turned

as each thought raced
and the mind pondered the outcome;
then the stream of logs, began to jam.

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(19)

 

It's the pain inside

that silences the lips
so the courage can't escape
and the man -
hides behind his face
so the pride prevails
until the mirror
shows disgrace.

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(20)

 

She calls him names

to extrapolate emotions
a commotion -
to internalize
all subjective to the nerves
now bunched and bundled
deep within the core
screaming with audacity
a sensation he must ignore
and neglect -
no retaliation
of an accusation made in jest
for in reality
it's all about a princess
and a frog.