Poetry 1--misc poems(kc)

PERCEPTION

Two kids snuggled close, holding hands,

            She blushing

            He rushing

They gripped tightly, fingers entwined,

            They melted

            They melded

Passions soared—the ache sublime,

            She yearned

            He burned

Two people, hearts thundering wild,

            She implored

            He explored

They breathed hard, secrets revealed,

            They tingled                                                             

            They mingled

Passions roared, the moment prime,

            She gasped

            He grasped

Two lovers conjoined, limbs locked tight,

            She at peace

            He released

They drifted down, hearts aflutter,

            They quivered

            They shivered

Passions lowered, soon heading home,

            She talked

            He walked

Two kids, separate, sneaked to bed

            He sleeping

            She weeping

(A naïve view of the differences? Maybe. I just think it exemplifies how boys n girls view love/sex from a different slant. If I’m wrong, please dunna tell me. I want to believe it! Even if it does make me a bit sad to be a guy….K)

2009

UNREQUITED

I wakened to the voice of a dear friend
Unaware I had slept for forty years
Waking memories without start or end
Throughout a life of both laughter and tears.
I know the importance, it’s kept maintained--
The closeness and joy that once appeared lost--
As I pondered the beauty now regained
And, that it will be, regardless of cost.
No personal sacrifice is too high,
No price too great to support this sweet friend.
If I lost her now--I may as well die
So my choice is clear--stay until the end.

(Upon the realization I was being selfish, wanting more…)

2009

FLOATING

i gazed upon the geese, resting,
i desired to become one with them
i envied the beauty cresting
as the ripples flow 'neath them
i wished to float so gently then,
and thou were at my side.
to feel the peace of heaven,
and not need to have died.
to feel the night pull us down
to tuck our head 'neath our wing
to enter slumber with my own
and with you near, hear my heart sing

2009

(alliteration go bye-bye

I keep seeing/hearing such mundane over-usage of alliteration, I thought it would be nice to put it out of my misery)

One frosty, frigid Friday, February fifth, at five fifteen, in a frantic fervor, fired by a frenetic frenzy, a fanatic fearlessly faced his fearsome followers, forcefully confronting friend and foe to forego the folly of forsaking freedom for form.

(But one damn school of poets burnt alliteration at the stake, anyhow.

Wonder if that school gives scholarships…)

2010

LAUNDERMAT AT THE END OF THE UNIVERSE

I met Mother Earth.

She looked like an unmade bed—

  All comfy n cozy.

I think she was pissed, though—

   Somebody had stained her sheets.

She looked at me and said:

   “Looks like I gotta do laundry”

The gleam in her eyes

   Made me nervous…

(Thinking about our casual disregard for nature…)

2009

NO ONE, MOM

Walking along, never alone,

            Sharing all with a friend—

            A friend for all seasons.

One looks to the left, one to the right,

            Ensuring the street you enter

            is safe for both.

Melding totally

            Amidst pealing gaiety—

            Laughter ever sweeter when shared.

Racing the deep shadows

            You are ever brave—

            Holding onto one another.

You talk of scary things,

            Things going bump in the night;

            Love, chasing the dark away.

Chatter and laughter,

            Sharing sweet relief;

            Sharing sweet thoughts.

Heading home, soaring in song,

            A hymn of friendship,

            Harmonizing as one.

Arms akimbo, you ape one another,

            Laughing in unison,

            Laughing as one

You climb the porch steps

            Approaching the swing,

Where you laugh and lie

Snuggling close, cuddling closer

            You whisper about more,

            You promise of more.

Then Mother step out and asks:

“who are you talking to”?

You gaze toward the cushion

Sitting emptily next to you

And say: “No one, Mom

No one”, and pray: Yet…

(What the last nearly 40 years felt like—sometimes…. Always in my heart, in my mind, but not in my presence…)

2009

(thot jot—may become a poem or stay just an errant thought)

Waning night penciled in a silhouetted dawn,

Streaking the pale-blue, white, like faded Levi seams.

While I, with bleary eye, from logs of sleep half-sawn,

Wearily broke the bonds of half-remembered dreams.

2011

DANSE MACABRE

Twisted tresses like planed cedar shavings;

Hanging ringlets, dark blond and amber red.

Movement slight sending the tendrils swaying,

Swaying so softly from her canted head.

She danced in the arms of abandoned faith,

‘neath a beam, creaking in the morning chill

Her throat girdled with woven hemp and death,

As she hanged there—this innocent mobile.

(This is even sad to me. It was intended as a personification of the death of love…then, as the vagaries of fate sometimes do, a friend committed suicide. I have almost deleted it many times, yet feel I owe her memory, her hurting, her loss of faith, her goodness that drowned in her despair…I call it Dante’s Prom—Danse Macabre)

1993