Jenny

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Four Liners from the beer garden

You're an asshole
all the way
a creep de jour
you can't stay

My rings are gold
and silver pure
worn middle finger
to show no fear

Have a girlfriend
her name unknown
I call her eM
for mmm profound

We can lift
the heaviest weight
our burdens known
will have to wait

I like that bar
that lovely girl
who brought me beer
when I said please

Not every poem
has to rhyme
when words lay down
I use them

Came to the conclusion
you're full of illusion
of truth profound
as life is a noun

Were on
then gone
then on
then gone

I'll tell a tale
adventure pure
with light and love
the truth secure

I can see
I can guess
I can feel
I can stress

Leather cotton
wool velour
layers warm
even fur

The train went by
you weren't on it
I waited for you
wore my best bonnet

Saturday, September 11, 2010

More Four Liners from the deck

Pen in hand
I wrote to you
a sonnet down
sentiment new

We left together
and stayed nearby
I felt your vibes
we played till high

I licked the foam
from the beer
declared, "you're next."
enjoyed good cheer

All the time
I feel you near
so far away
I know the cure

Hello sunshine
I like your shirt
golden yellow
I like to flirt

Late summer Sun
feels warm and lush
your naked body
such a rush

They came to eat
they had their fill
stuffed their faces
and paid the bill

That's how it goes
when you pretend
the truth delayed
until the end

I feel the sunshine
my thoughts sublime
salubrious meaning
a delightful time

There I go
drained another beer
My tab is paid
my departure near

Friday, September 10, 2010

Woodland Sunflower


 
 
 
Mrs Smith
Woodland Sunflower
ray flower yellow
pale white beneath 
seed for sparrow and finches
Your voice to my ear
crackling fire
warm like the sun
gift of light
Gazing beyond
wind rustled leaves
perennial native
Helianthus

Monday, August 9, 2010

Dancers

Dancers, they sit
after the show
like motion halted
unlike the dance
The moves they made
on pizza and beer
left the saut de chat
the arabesque
and soubresaut
on stage as ghosts

Friday, July 30, 2010

Four Liners From The Deck

To you
to me
to us
to we

There are things
about our past
the future holds
some won't last

As we renew
as we digress
as we specify
as we profess

She's a mystery
who sent her here?
I love her dearly
I want her near

Met a girly
who isn't Jenny
that's my name
hers is unknown

I love beer
like it's a lover
take the top off
to discover

I am sexy
so they say
do believe them
have your way

The clouds rolled by
the Sun was hidden
the people lingered
over thoughts forbidden

Meet you
eat you
fuck you
love you

If you're the paper
and I'm the pen
will write upon you
until you say when

She caught my eye
I saw her bling
she glared at me
I don't care

He planted a wet one
upon my cheek
asked if married
I lied, I'm weak

I want to think
about the past
of things we had
of things that last

I drink beer
upon this deck
write these poems
what the heck

Now I know
and so it goes
my beer is empty
that fucking blows

Friday, July 23, 2010

Beach Day Four liners

If you're the beginning
and I'm the end
Let's start with you
and I'll pretend

I opened the door
and there you stood
looking fine
as I knew you would

I want to know
about the time
when I didn't know you
when you weren't mine

If I'm the bag
and you're the stuff
fill me up
I hold enough

I locked my bike
to the pole
Peace of mind
it plays a role

I drank a beer
and watched the shore
I thought of you
and wanted more

You paddled by
around the moat
You went in circles
I didn't gloat

The sun is hot
though I am warm
My heart pumps blood
that explains everything

I remember
about the time
you were with me
the thought sublime

What If

What if our eyes
met on the horizon?
An edge
of wetness, subtle
and sweet
The wind extends
its reach
beyond boundaries
curved to blow 'round
as our eyes meet

Friday, July 2, 2010

When You Laugh


When you laugh
you love yourself
When you make me laugh
I love you, too