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 18, 2010
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
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
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
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
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
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
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