Gripped

The wailing continued

With it the soul

Gripped in anguish

A heartrending sound

Torn and crumbled

Not lived to its meaning

The wind howling

Through open windows

In empathy

Trees stooped

In understanding

Lost dreams

Forgotten

Sometime around

The third decade

I sat listening

To the tears

Of unfulfilled days

Unrealized hours

Missed seconds

Bowed head grieving

And the wailing continued...

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Convo With Nature

Morning walks

I inhale the sea air

Conversations

With nature

A well entertaining

Time

Take Mr. Meso

(As I call him

Short for Mesozoic

A plant as large

As my man he is)

For instance

He said to me today

"When one has been

Around as long as I have,

One takes things in stride.

The sun will rise again

And again and again."

Food for thought

I say

As I carry on

In thoughtful silence

Mrs. Pod

Waves hello

As I saunter by

(Our morning ritual)

Her large pods

Quivering merrily

'And how are you this morning,

Mrs. Pod?', I ask.

"Oh fine dear just fine.

Although my pods

Are gettin' on a bit.

They're ready to shed

But I do hate to lose 'em.

I'll be gettin' new ones

Next season but still..."

'I know what you mean

Mrs. Pod but

The sun will rise again.'

Quoting Mr. Meso

I smile and continue on

Toward my Java treat

Next to the dive shop

Well earned

I say

As I sip

In thoughtful silence

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Vim

In pursuit of the shadowy illusion I believe to be real.  As real as the pen I clasp in my hand.  As real as the brown in my eyes, the thickness of my thighs.  My elated gasps turn rancid, sour as the illusive brume of my consciousness eludes me yet again.  Teeth ground to stubs of disquiet.  My arms held aloft in supplication for a sign.  Will 'the one' be forthcoming and answer my plea?  I can only wait and continue on my path, though filled with treachery and unseen dangers.  I must trudge along in pursuit, in pursuit of this force, this energy, this thing called vim.

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What If

In the mid morning light

Ruminating on minimalist views

The sun light hazy

Behind smoky veils

Of nondescript colors

Solidly fastened

To go nowhere fast

Distorting perceptions

Envisioning landscapes

In idealistic designs

Curvature intricacies

And dusky confusion

Where I look towards

Simplicity

In all its forms

Clean, zen filled lines

Of point taken

From A to B

But edges blur

In dreamy states

And mind wanders

'What if...?'

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Penned to Paper

In my tales of woe

Never have I regret

Nor wished harm

To any man or beast

Though in my darkest

Of blackest thoughts

I must confess

I have envisioned

A drama of tragic

Proportions

Although always

Woke with the sunniest

And brightest of dispositions

In my distant

Past I've endured

The longest hour

Of any hour

I can endure

With murky visions

Of fantastical

Dimensions

Oh how I wish

I would have

Penned them

To paper

For a child's

Imaginings

Are brilliant

To behold

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Butterfly Kiss

Memories of

How you teased me so

Fruity bliss

Butterfly kiss

Digitals un-caught

I'll treasure

New things taught

Joys and pleasures

During those steamy nights

Not so long ago

Oh how I'll miss

Your butterfly kiss

Tastes divine

Light sweet teases

Sprinkled with wine

Intoxicating

Straight from the vine

The tears rain

Not for pain

But what we've gained

Knowing

Our temporary goodbyes

Will soon bring

Heated sighs

When once again

You, in my arms

With all of your charms

But until then

How I will miss

Your butterfly kiss

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Lost Sheep

Chaos is all around

Swirls uncurled

In a confused heap

Only to tangle

     Mangle

In disarray

I've lost

     All semblance

          Of sheep

Can't lose

What I never had

I can't seem to help

The steely countenance

Of stiffened spine

When flocks appear

To rifle with my mind

A collection of gaggle

Thrown haphazardly

As I skirt issues

Meant to unhinge

The unhinged

I smile sheepishly

Beware the hidden fangs

Ready to bite

The hand, the tongue

That smites

As I mentioned previously

I've lost

     All semblance

          Of sheep

Can't lose

What I never had

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We Listened

In my somber wellies

I clumsily walked

Through lanky grass

As coconut palms talked

About the lore

And the bore

Of human nature

A breeze whispered

Our dreams

Hot and humid

Sweat trickled down

The back of my neck

While on and on

I trekked

I followed

In the footsteps

Of one I hold dear

In his strength

I have no fear

I wriggled my toes

Uncomfortable

In the heat

I felt the uneven ground

Beneath my feet

It rained

The day before

But not today

But I'm sure

More is in store

Tis the season

Anyway

A breeze whispered

Our dreams

Volcanic rocks

Littered helter-skelter

Imagined scenes

Violent days of yester

A tug of my hand

I looked up

You smiled

Instantly

I beamed back

Safe

In the knowledge

That love

Is the one thing

We do not lack

A breeze whispered

Our dreams

We listened

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In Us

In retrospect

Of past events

I have come

To realize

That through

The openness

Of one's heart

All is possible

That the road

Ahead although

Full of pitfalls

And rocky ledges

Faith

Faith in us

Will keep us

Strong

You

Have been there

By my side

All along

I have learned

Through my

Frailties

My deficiencies

Your belief

In us

Unwavering

And true

It is my

Inspiration

My devotion

To you

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On Tenterhooks

I've learned something new

You taught me

On tenterhooks

Taut

Stretched

Suspended

This is how

I am feeling

Right now

This minute

Today

God, how I need a cigarette

Although I've quit

Trying with all my might

Not to fret

This solo on tiptoe

Will soon be a duet

And a bottle of wine

Yeah a whole bottle or two

Or a bucket of beer

Would be fine

But since it's 4:15 am

With racing mind

All I can do is stare

At this screen

Ignoring the glare

While I lay

On pins and needles

Wishing they were dull

As they poke and prod

My anxious skull

On tenterhooks

Yeah, that's where I'm at

Just one more day

Just one more

And then

I'm one happy

Putty tat

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Sentimental Ties

With trembling tongue

I search for words

That will not come

Though I feel

Emotions with fervor

The zesty taste

I secretly savor

Drawing a blank

On gilded page

Left untouched

Purple ribbon saved

Meaning oh so much

Gathering dust

A reminder

Of sentimental ties

That have yet to rust

Of a past left

Somewhere

In my back pocket

The weight ensures

My crown does not

Hurtle like a rocket

To outer space

Where recognition

No longer knows my face

Keeping me

Ever

Grounded

Forever

Eating humble pie

As I dance

The weight never

Seems to glide

Off of hips leaner

Not!

Rounded full

Of sweet

Memories

Deliciously

Keeping me

Ever 

On the ground

Within surround

Sound

Of my

Sentimental ties

And that suits me

Just fine

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