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EYE POETRY

PEGGY FLORA

Copyright © 2012 by Peggy Flora.

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Contents

Foreword

Preface

The Fox and I

Art

Bed

Best Friend

iration

Blue Jay

Blue

Boots

Broken Trust

Burning Breast

Ago

By Prescription

Childs Blessing

Dad

Beer

Dance

Day Boxing

Days in white lily

Debris of love

Dysfunction

Erratic

Falls Breath

Fart

Fear

Flattery



Give in to Skin

Grape words

Distant futures

Diamonds

Groupie

Horse and Carriage

The Tree

Guest frog

I love you I do

Lunch

It’s OK

Jail Bait

Anything

Let’s go out

Light

Have a bad day

Little Love

For the Moon

Love today

Love hit you

Marriage the Art

Mom

More

Never leave

New Years Feet

Now

One of those things

Rolling Thunder

Poetic romantic

Raise Your Glass

Real

Renting an apartment in a bad neighbor hood

River could speak

River of life

WHAT!!

Meant to Play

Satellite

Not so Strange

Forgiveness

Say

Shapes

Souls of time

Souls Touch

Stylist

Sun on my face

The discussion

Have a Happy New Year

The End

Winters End

They kicked Mother out

Picture

Three Scars

Tick Tock

Touched Shoulders

Twisted

Under my slumber

Voice

Vanity

Visions

Wine

Woman in a red dress

Yea, I live here

Yellow tail dreams

Victim

Foreword

This evocative work takes the reader on a journey. Emotions are submerged within, to be revealed on a personal level for each individual who reads them.

Even as the reader relates to the words or imagery you get a sense of the author’s personality and a feeling, as if, a friend was by your side along the way.

Ronda L Peterson

Preface

I’m not an author I like to write I’m not a poet I am poetic. There is a difference and I know it.

When I was finally able to embrace myself, I learned to hold on to life’s joys longer and the lessons tighter. But I am human which makes for a great poem with all the emotion of daily living. This collection was created over a couple of years. It is my thoughts, feelings, imaginative moments and memories.

In my years on this planet I have lived a life of ups and downs, of mistakes and smiles, of moments in the sun and days in the dark. The one thing I can say is that, life is one great big opportunity, so find what makes you happy. It is full of all kinds of amazing things, unfortunately, most of us just get by with the idea that survival is enough. Survival is essential but doesn’t it feel good to do more?

I want to make my world a better place. My way of doing that is a little quirky with a hint of optimism. There is definitely a serious side, because life can be rough, so you’ll get a sense of that as well.

I can not change the world but I can change myself. Maybe something that I’ve written will inspire something in your life. I truly hope so.

The Fox and I

The fox that comes to me He seems to know just what I feel But he is a fox and I am me We live in different worlds you see

No one would understand So he comes to me and I to him When the moon is full Our time is at hand

I can feel his need and he mine Neither of us knows just why When we find our interlude It is as if our souls always knew The fox and I

Art

In moments of joy I think about your face How you smile at me Then walk away Do I stay in your mind? Like you do mine It’s something I will never know For I am a painting

Stuck on a nail A canvas of oil Never able to feel What it means to see As I remain, A picture in a frame Standing in a hall Waiting for you

To come and call

Bed

Left with the dreams in my bed Sitting wondering why instead Images of places and things not said Colored thoughts not real or dead Lingering images of dread Running circles around my bed Is it only in my unclear head? Shake this thought until it’s fed Put my feverish sleep to bed For it haunts me to think I live in a dream

Best Friend

It’s hard, you see, this parenting They become your best friend Always so thoughtful and encouraging Their little bodies so sincere They go with you everywhere And hear all of your fears Questioning everything With their eyes and ears

When they grow it’s hard to let go Junior high dances and first romances Requests that don’t make sense Hiding from their friends ion that comes out of no where Tears they seem to never share Coming in late and eating the last éclair Rooms with piles of things not anywhere

Then one day they pull away Struggling with your grip Stepping on the ties that bind Telling you to go somewhere Looking you in the eye For the first time Knowing when to say goodbye Letting life be their guide

Smiling at you as if in secret One you’ve had for your whole life Locked in inside the heart and mind Of a person who knows you Like a bird will fly It’s only a matter of time When they hold their new life And hug you because they know You’ll always be their Best Friend

iration

The simple act of iration Is not a declaration

Forget not; the human nature We are not animals or creatures Our instincts are but driven We choose our undulation

We let go of our primal needs The mind takes notice of little things It is not the act of some denial Pheromones are exceedingly penile

It is we who push what we feel A thinking animal that knows the deal

And the thought could only come to man To change and act out of a plan

Our calculations and idle demands For even a small brain can feel pain

Love is not the simple act of iration To a man who makes such a declaration.

Blue Jay

Why is the Blue Jay blue, I couldn’t tell you, But when he drinks from the bird bath and squawks his bird talk, It makes me wonder why he is shaded like that; he should be red or yellow and green, loudly reflecting his personality.

Blue

Simple but true I am but a fool I never knew What to do So I am blue I’m not over you But you are not a fool Not wonderful you You already knew So you are not blue No good-bye will do For me and you Only farewell Until I see you again My lovely Boo

Boots

The smell of your skin I wanted to breathe it in You stood about 6ft 4 In your boots From the floor Blue jeans and t-shirt Is what I could see All but your beauty That beconed To me Until you turned And smiled Walking right by As our moment Departed Your boots Said good-bye

Broken Trust

What do we know of trust in people and life? With this changing world and all it’s strife.

Trust like belief comes from within From the bonds that surely begin.

Is trust in our hands held tight, or the power of a promise in our sight?

Are human hearts not treated as tokens? Can we be open to a love that shines unspoken? A person can not go through life unbroken.

Burning Breast

This burning music on my breast These fiery songs that slowly bless The symphony that is within

A pounding realization like concert drums Rhythmic tenor and vibrating hums Moving my body as if I were one

Unlike any vibration or echoing crest These musical bars etched on my chest Flowing through my veins burning my breast

Each note a chorus and verse a reflection Of a harmony not present except in emotion this music is caressing me like a potion

The horns bellowing in all their glory Cymbals ringing and rumbling auditory These sounds are felt like a romantic story

The pitch may be wrong or words nonsense But this music plays in never ending presence one beat is loud the next out of sequence

The melody like a love song in my ear drum crescendo like a bon fire on my bosom bending and burning my breast

Ago

It was a time long ago In a land not so far away She played a game of pool She lived in a house by the sea

He wandered in to the saloon With a broken heart on his sleeve She didn’t look upon his face Until he moved so close she had to see

The words he spoke lifted her face To openness she had replaced The miracle of time and space In a land of broken dreams

By Prescription

Either through religion or sans tradition The open rooms that feign Propriety Or the gatherings that lack all formality

Echoing halls or bar room brawls White robes or black shawls A person’s charity has no color at all

The path for one leads to conformity Roads for others more extraordinary Can one embrace all of humanity?

We are not always accepted by society Our choices made and our lives decided Some consumed others not tolerated

One man walks a road of darkness Another gives light with gentleness

Human blackness covered in brightness

Do we not consider a person’s worthiness? Based on the twists and turns of lives happiness Is it not by prescription we create humaneness?

Childs Blessing

I think there should be a Child’s day like Mothers or Fathers day. A day for parents to recognize the blessings their children gave.

Each and every Parent, no matter how they did, learned something about themselves when they brought a child to live.

Whether a blessing in disguise or an unexpected wonder they open up a part of you hidden deep inside.

Children teach, they demand, and if you’re paying attention they’ll show you the kinks

in your plans.

They’ll lighten up the darkest moments with questions that will shock and delight. They’ll stop you in you’re tracks when you’re going off half-blind.

The joy and the pain, in each step they take, will bring you to your knees and rock the world that you see.

With every year that es the blessings come in different ways but the beauty of it all is the love that they create.

Dad

For the Men who stay to be a Dad Little girls never feel a need to cry And little boys stand taller inside For if a Father is always close by With his head held high for his child’s eyes Then never would he leave their little sight For a man who knows how much it means To the children he brings into this world The honor and grace that the universe, Would lay upon his shoulders, and the strength Of ten men when it came to his children Never would he feel abandoned For a man who is a Father of respect Nothing but love from his friends His children will always come And his honor will always shine!

Beer

I think I’ll drink a beer today I don’t care much for it usually But a Corona sounds nice Or maybe a Coors light Not having a Beer in many years It might be good on a hot day While listening to some music Or playing an out door game A long time ago a German Pilsner Made me feel like a Chancellor But I drank too much and The room spun as I threw up So today I’ll only drink one I’m hoping it will be a tasty sud

Dance

Today is a good day to dance in the park An even better day to dance in your arms Maybe we could dance on the roof No matter where I want to dance As soon as I can with you.

Day Boxing

Boxing gloves in hand Flipping through the day Capital rose walking the lane

Tripped over a splinter While bending on a nail Pandemonium in a pail

Silly accident no reply Never today always implied

Skin peels as situations change Broke the dish just the same

Sat on a cactus and spit on a bug Bee flew near and I whacked it

Picked up a spider tossed outside

Borrowed a hat that didn’t matter

Rusted keys whizzing by Boxing gloves on me As round two proceeds

Days in white lily

Days in white lily dreams There with you I could soar Just what we came here for Who knows anymore?

But I loved you More then time implores Yes I loved you Even as days roared

Sitting with eyes wide Who can see, time abides, Just as truth collides We can’t say for who or why

But I loved you Like never before Yes I loved you

As I watched you soar

You are somewhere Looking at the evermore Shaking off daily things That we can not ignore

So I loved you Ever and more Yes I love you Oh my Love I adore

Debris of love

Carried for a while Weighted and gray Reawaking the soul Beautiful wings Butterfly colors Floating on air Memories in water Time gone by Hanging on to tight Fighting The fair fight Being polite Walking right by Peck goodnight Dinner at eight Sleep in late Forget to wait Over by four

Done before Again Done in Love debris

Dysfunction

My own personal brand of dysfunction Fixating on a person or situation Not knowing but considering The possibilities

The human nature So complicated yet so simple Compact it into just a few words Rearrange it until it sounds good

Write it down Squeeze it and shape it Until it’s understood

Throw it away Don’t bother to pray

My own personal brand of dysfunction

Getting into my own head Choosing the right road instead And not finding it

Play it out in my brain Every little detail all to be said Then forgetting everything Only to start over again

Let it out let it be done Finding my own life can be fun The human dysfunction has won.

Erratic

If I seem a little erratic, you’re right, I am When a friend isn’t a friend and rain is really acid I don’t usually jump and shout or pout and tout There are times when people can be so mean To our selves, to our friends, when in pain or lame If feelings are hurt and the joke was nearly a choke It’s not something we aspire to and I hurt myself Along the way of encouraging a stranger, just in case, The love of God or Karma’s grace is not in place Or the same as playing a game and we feel shame The ignorance of hurt feelings can be so inane Take me as I am for my love is just the same But this so called relationship that I’m in Is draining and waning all of my joy Turning and complaining into a ploy Pasteurizing the grid iron gang to little Erratic girls with mud pies and spicy lies

Falls Breath

Feel the wind of falls breath The dirt road and the trees blow Change whirling through the air Leavens scattered every where

My heart wary and ready for rest My head aches, my energy spent ing summer’s red sun set

No heat for to seek in a cover Content to cuddle and rediscover Winters whisperings to lovers

The evenings day dreaming Fall’s coolness streaming Yearning for my quiet retreat I watch the season freezing.

Fart

As he looked deep into her eyes his fingers softly touched the side of her face. He spoke of his love for her in a sexy declarative voice. Her lips moist with anticipation looked him straight in his luminous green eyes and said “I promise not to fart in front of you for the rest of my life.”

Fear

Fear it own it Release it, let it go, Own it because it’s yours Fear it for it has no boundaries

No walls to stop it No arms to hold it Nothing to say when

It all belongs to you All the stupidity All the bravery Every part lives in you

Embrace the fear Let it roll and engulf you Then wrap your arms around it And say to your self it’s ok

You fear it because it is you You own it for it is yours Release it because it’s up to you

Flattery

A sweetly covered drop of sincerity The brightly colored words of flattery Humming birds beak on a summers eve The bumble bees stop at each flowering

A compliment for each beauty Where ever the nectar will be At times the lack of honesty It feeds on ones need for security

As the flower knows the bee Sweet words make use of humanity Flattery may get you everything All and more that dies without sincerity



Is it too pertinacious to say I want to go to the Champs Elysees To spend hours strolling through the Louvre Find a bistro or café and sit eating croissant under the Eiffel Tower Then take a drive to Provence to smell the hills of Lavender and on a clear night while drinking the finest Champagne I find my self caught in a conversation with a lovely French maid

Sounds like an old black and white movie to me. Perhaps, maybe, some day

Give in to Skin

Sensitive skin delicate as wine Touching with light divine Down the cures of my spine Feel the glow from within Shaping the lines of behind

Softly moving but holding tight The body of pure delight Tingling bumps ever so slight Thunder lightening deep inside

Intense eyes find embraces Naked parts that can not hide Moments of ecstasy by a side Skin that can only give in

Grape words

It’s crushing me Why must you imply things? I didn’t do it for any one I wrote it for me.

You wanted me to write About our life I say I am a grape You’re squeezing me

The wine sours words It only makes you crazy I am a grape I explain Don’t juice me

My words are to be eaten Not sipped as you please You can’t qualify me

Thoughts are grapes Each one savored individually

Distant futures

Off I go . . . walking alone when I know there are others that like it. Why do I bother with ceremonies that are beyond the naked eye. Watched a cat fight and jumped at the sound of some distance crack. Dipped my toes into green blue slime as I found a snail up on its hind Quietly, softly, I peer around as if I’d see some unknown mammal Mysterious willow of an ancient priest speaking in tongues at three My Feet are heavy with words of expression I dare not say Whisperings of emotions captivating me pulling my strings On a trail of distant futures curving and winding up a tree

Diamonds

What do you say to a man Who has diamonds in his hands but all he can see is coal

When his goals are right before him He chooses to ignore them Visualizing and feeling but not believing in

He knows a person could console him and actions are louder then antonyms Refining diamonds can be a conundrum

So, what can you say to a man who carries diamonds in his hands but he holds his coal just the same

Groupie

Why pretend I’m not a friend Not an enemy either I’m just a groupie Looking to fit in A face in the crowd One more irer Hoping to get noticed Among the people They want a piece Of what you put out Funny as it is I couldn’t be Any more relieved To finely be done With this illusion I’m not someone Like any one

And groupie Is just Your fantasy

Horse and Carriage

If people got road rage like they do today Driving a horse and carriage down dirty mud covered lanes Piles of horse dung on hard wheels of wood and steel I can see it now as the mare pulls along side the stallion The stallion snorts at the driver as he whipes the reins and the mare falls back The carriage gets pushed to the side as the stallion drops poop in its wake The mare’s driver throw’s both arms up in a rage The next carriage ing by splatters mud in his eye

The Tree

I be a tree One as large Or small Next to the sea Trees along side Of me With apples Or pears Flowers in spring Older then time Wiser with wine Deeply rooted Blowing and Bended Leaning offended Shadows that creep Leafs that green Branches extended Quiet am I

Words not needed

Guest frog

There’s a frog in the house Don’t know how he got there He’s been living in the room Under the couch

I found him on the floor In the corner of my house He was in the kitchen Drinking coffee I wondered

I couldn’t catch him Jumping place to place Down the garbage disposal Then out to the floor Back to the dish washer His one last attempt

He jumped toward the sink I caught him in my fingers Then I ran out the door He leaped to the flowers Leaving pee in his wake

I love you I do

Where’s the evidence Where’s the proof

It’s not in what you say It’s in everything you do

You take from me I give to you

I ache for you You break me in two

I ran from you You ran too

Lunch

Today I sleep in the middle of my lunch I lay in corn chips at brunch Cover my meal in coffee and veil As my head snuggles down in sandwich town Bring in the blanket of fruited side dish Find me some dressing for my pillow of cabbage Spin me a shake or a piece of sheeted cake For last nights rest was only but a munchie Of the mid day meal taken while I nap

It’s OK

The closer we inch to “Me” A journey of what might be One that brings joy and pain Moods and tones deeply ingrained Overwhelming our hearts Filling our minds Inspiring people with energy Some gentle some intense Unknowingly impact us Embrace that feeling Let it fill you up With a heart of going slow And a burst of it’s ok with “Me”!

Jail Bait

I was only sixteen when I went for my professional head shot. I went to an Agency that did ads for Benson and Hedges called New York West. They made my head shot a black and white classic. But it is the hair cut that tells a story of a girl looking to get ahead in life. I rode the bus all the way to Fashion Island in Newport Beach in my tight black dress, high heels and colorful sweater. I walked around the Mall like I was from outer space. There were so many beautiful stores with trinkets and things.

I sat out side a Vidal Sassoon Salon waiting for my next ride. A distinguished looking man stepped from inside. He walked right up to me and asked me how I was. I politely responded. Then he asked me about my hair. At the time it was short in the front and long in the back. I told him that I had cut the front myself but I had no idea what to do next. He smiled and asked, if it was alright, he could fix it for me in three minutes flat.

I walked with him into the salon and changed into a robe as he stood there watching me and acting as if it were normal. He washed my hair and sat me in a chair then proceeded to cut. It felt as if he knew exactly what to do and my hair never looked so naturally in tune. When he was done drying and fixing me he turned me around and gave me a kiss. He told me that he was Mr. Sassoon’s right hand man and if, I’d like, could he see me again. I wasn’t sure what to say but I smiled and said ok.

I went back to change into my dress and he followed me once again. I recall the surreal feeling as we kissed in the dressing room and I found myself looking for a clock. He held my hand as he walked me out. We parted as if we had gone on an afternoon date. I didn’t pay a thing for that hair cut and it looked fantastic long after that.

He called me days later and asked me to go to Palm Springs with him. He said he could help me get ahead in life. I laughed to myself and thought “Oh what a fool I am”. I was sixteen and he was looking for jail bait.

Anything

All these feelings and emotions About love and its motions

Something, anything, or nothing

Who knows? What it’s like To say, I love you, in a greeting A request on how you’re dealing

It’s a sentiment of devotion A complicated human potion

Something, anything, or nothing

We’ve all done it to some extent Say, love you, with no intent The levels of ions regret

Moving on to another day Wondering why they say

Something, anything, or nothing

It’s a Romeo and Juliet A drama we never forget Shakespeare’s heart roulette

About love and making it Something, anything, or nothing

Let’s go out

Let’s just say I’m ageing Let’s just say I’m tired of the weight Let’s just say I’ve had enough

Can we agree it’s not worth the pain? Can we see that it’s not to blame? Is there a way we can gain?

This circle is dizzying This path is overwhelming To much of the same To many things to say Not enough room to make way

Holding on to this age Holding on to past things Holding so tight its killing

Let’s just say that we’re ok Let’s just save it for another day Please let’s just go out and play

Light

In the waking of day light In the morning of refrain Could only be as lovely As the dew in stain Trickling down a beam If seen by eyes of age The hold of mind games Played by nearly insane Bars in windows Remain invisible Cascading trails Like bath room walls Sit waiting for moments Of floor meetings in halls Not knowing the difference Between noon or night Be it little or slight Remain awake this light

Have a bad day

I’ve been blue Trying to pick me up Slapping my self around Pushing me down That crazy bitchy me Now, I’m calling out Can’t stand that pout No need to self doubt Nasty words my potty mouth

Bad day is all I’m having Like crappy weather in May It can rain on anybodies parade Move along crabby baby There’s more to do today No time for self loathing Kicking my own pain Down the toilet drain

Smiling as I belch

Little Love

A little love for The haters today I love you any way Your anger and strain For without the Hate and pain I may not know What love is today I may not understand The opposite Of your hate For it is that emotion That has caused This devotion To a little kindness That goes a long way

For the Moon

My Gosh you’re beautiful . . . wish you could talk.

I’m blind these days I’m lucky to see

But you shine . . . so bright

This is just killing me

Stop looking at me

Tell me the truth are you for real?

You’re changing the tides

and moving my sky

Bet you didn’t intend too.

So please move back

Better yet speak to me.

Tell me your tales I’ll listen

Then take your beauty

and run for the hills

Moons aren’t meant to be so close to me.

Love today

Love for today Love for now Love like a shower This feeling is power Not for an hour It lingers longer It fills your heart When it’s gone It’s like a hammer My love is some where My love is every where If my love for you Is longer then an hour What am I to do? I’ll wait for you

Love hit you

Love does not come on a whisper It runs into you like an accident Hitting you on your head Like a burst you’ll never forget

If you try to pay no mind It will come from out of the sky And drop water on your day Until you’re soaking wet

Sometimes it will stand near you Long enough to let you rest Just when you think it’s gone It’ll slap you on your ass

Sometimes love just lingers Waiting for a mood made right Bringing you to new heights

Be it sweet or a surprise

Always announced in style By speaker or friends intent But rarely in silence Once felt by the seeker

Marriage the Art

I should be talking about love and its beauty but instead I will wane poetic about the difficulty:

The years can be long if you don’t get along Your thoughts may wander for days and beyond. For this love not unlike many is a work of art We fight about the color then we ask is it done. Shall we hang our master piece on the wall? For all to see our love in shadows and lights Our goals realized, our love making sterilized, Can any one besides us see what we’ve become? We have struggled with pain and held each other up Our work of art in tears colored with sweat We have mixed life’s paint and covered our years Gray hued views of the world we create The wondrous art of life and marriage The rose colored glasses that see the laughter Can only be surmised by the strength of our hearts

Mom

The light of generations Shines through your eyes I see that light now in mine The wisdom the pain The power and strain Each life we gain Bloods DNA The memories Old and new The love I see In you

More

You make me blush Stumble and hush Those lips like cherries I want to touch Charm and grace Is not a waste When you’re near I tremble in fear Wishing you’d Say we should play But you leave me Wondering Why I came Yet Like a child I blush some more

Never leave

Never go but if you do Go with your head held high Leave with pride Say so long not Goodbye Make sure everyone is standing As you wave farewell No tears Just smiles

New Years Feet

Shuffling my feet as I proceed Each day this year moving consciously Becoming aware of what used to be Finding myself not exactly free

There is no cage around to see Nothing but choices containing me Those things I’ve taken time with The items accumulated carefully With thought of future and possibility

I step with a hesitation Each thought a reservation Choosing so many things solicitously Knowing full well what I fear and need

The year became a whirl wind but moved slowly visually

A stormy year can feel like a movie that goes on endlessly

Now

Seize the day, Look at life in a different way Open your mind to something new Find your voice in a perch or view Awake from your slumber Your mind in a daze There is more then the haze Then that which covers your brain Look through your eyes Not the same stale bias For if we are the 99% The power of perspective The moment of grace

One of those things

It was one of those things I never thought I could I knew I never would Seeing things this way Standing there I hoped for more A compliment Would have been good Not meant to be It’s been so long Things have changed Sending them away Not even a threat I know it’s not true More to me now Better then ever Only had to ask It’s just so sad

Rolling Thunder

Rolling thunder Lighting strikes Then the dog hides The heavens explaining By drops of rain On window panes Talking angry exchange Billowing clouds galore I can feel it rumbling Mid autumns cleansing Where the skies move And colors collide Against this dark night A show of natures delight Cleansing the air Of times intention Bringing the suns warm light

Poetic romantic

If hope be but a dream Then I don’t want to dream or hope again. If love be but a word Then I do not need words If chance is just a song to sing It is no longer music to me If my heart is nothing more then flesh Then I wish it would stop beating. For this all means nothing without a dream And if I never talk about my feelings Who will know just how loving I can be. So let me sing a song of my words in a melody For there are plenty of fancy dreams in me More hopes than my heart can bear And many opportunities For love to comfort me Let my dreams be my hopes and my hopes fill my dreams And never with out either shall I be.

Raise Your Glass

Raise your glass to the unexpected To the double crossing and cold hearted Salute and cheer our fears unprotected Be overjoyed by human rejection

For in that moment of desperation Comes the spirit of true believing That people are not as deceiving They can see when another is grieving

For men and women kind of heart Can be the most perceiving To offer each other most anything And never ask for your receiving

So raise your glass to accidents To the chance encounters And to losing your way

For it is unexpected That we are all here today

Real

Convinced that it’s not real Struggled with it over and again All for what could have been Some unrealistic vision in my head Quite sure it was a delusion instead Of this profound meeting or destiny Chiming deg and pantomiming Some life that my imagination wed Breaking reality in stolen day dreams Opening up to a world unseen Stepping back and really looking At the intention of life’s energy Like talking to a ghost in front of me A misty perversion of what could be Or mad scientists experiment with my sanity Turns out it was only a diversion from lonely

Renting an apartment in a bad neighbor hood

A young woman answers the door In her tight clothing and pinned up hair Her home of shabby decor and a smell in the air

“Is the unit still available?” I said She looked me up and down Her face scrunched a bit “Honey, you don’t want to live here” She exclaimed, as she invited me in.

“But I do, I need a place to live” I say “There are drug dealers and terrible things That you don’t want to see” “I’ll tell you what! I wouldn’t be here Either if it were up to me” She plopped her self down and lit a cig

I handed her my application anyway She took it as if to say; it’s your grave! As she reviewed the paper she moaned And said “I’m serious lady, find a better place”

“Well, thank you, and let me know if I can stay” As I opened the door to be on my way There, I stood, in a drunken mans shade

“Here’s my husband the superintendent He’s got three cases of sexual harassment” She quipped in amusement “Oh well, in that case, I’ll take your adviceAnd find another apartment”

River could speak

Spent a little time on the river today Under a big tree next to a cool running stream Sat quiet and listened to the rapids talk They spoke of deep thought held up by block Clear running stream about two feet deep Coming from the bottom of an age heated lake Water so refreshingly cold on a hot summer day Breeze kissing my cheek shade comforting me My eyes wondered and my mind agitated Over a fish or if a rock could speak Maybe the river will put me at ease

River of life

It was the river in the sky That kept my attention It floated by I was mesmerized

People stopped and looked To see What I was staring at They could not believe

The wondrous stream going by A liquid site unseen I felt its flow of energy Careening slowly by me

If their minds could feel it They would me As I swam in crazy the people

Ignored me

The stream of love is not In plain sight It is the grace we hold inside The river of sweet humanity Life’s unfaltering sanity

WHAT!!

Park the car To the bread and the booze The fruits and vegetables Walk by the dairy, meat and T.P. Circling aisles to find a friend Grab my cell to ask where within To the vehicle, hello, and goodbye

Return to the store Wait for a man to sanitize Blocking the door to get in Red and green catch my eye Round or leafy good for my inside Return from my trip hungry and dry

Meant to Play

Came down off the roof and noticed a cat Shook off the feeling that I was being watched No one around but that handsome cat The old man in his room and the dog out the back

Should have known better then to tempt fate I’m too old for this shit anyway Thinking I can still play Thinking there’s more then this When was the last time I really played? Wore a grin like a teenager and caution to the wind

I’ve been chasing fantasies and balls of fire Just so I can run away Tempting fate is like a burning flame Burning everything in its way

Staying down off that roof would be the best way

Can’t go there if I want to stay Is it the fear or the rule I can’t say I only know the view up there is really great

From this ground where that cat is looking at me There’s only us and we were meant to play Running up high so we can see a bird fly Guess we both know it’s just a game Even if it were more it would just fly away We can only go one way Back on the ground where we must stay

Satellite

Pretty soon we’ll all be hooked in permanently Wires attached to our heads and probes we take at bed Satellites in the sky that record what we do what we eat and said There is no place to hide no cover or blind eye Privacy, once upon a time, now knowledge from hand to mind Forget about the mark of the devil it is the view from the sky The food that we consume and the water that we drink It is all infected with chemicals that can be received Soon our thoughts will be color coded And computed categorically when we are dead

Not so Strange

Stranger things have happened; The aurora borealis in the sky Bringing colors to our eyes Moving and changing in shape and size The earth’s plates shifting ever so slight Making a neighbor a friend for life Stumbling upon a twenty dollar bill Buying a family a meal just in time

Stranger things have happened; Calling because the phone didn’t ring Knowing that you did the right thing Car breaking down in the middle of the night Having an Angel stop and fix it just right A stranger reading your mind Laughing at life in all its divine Strange but this happens to you and I

Forgiveness

Saw an old friend today Didn’t know what to say The look in her eyes Made me want to stay away Telling her nothing instead The last time we spoke She was in my face How could she feel today? So much time gone by Silly games were played Games that hurt Everyone that day But we were friends Great in some ways Today is another day So I found myself walking away She stopped me just in time Looked me in the eye

Reached out her hand Not much was said We hugged that day and went on our way

Say

I love life but not everyday I see beauty but not in every way I smell things and some I’d like to go away I touch many a thing in my day to day But without love, my day it is all a waste This is all I ever really want to say

Shapes

NO more a child no less an adult Still dealing with the same predigest The same labels but different categories If you put us in a room for a long enough time We would find ourselves asking The same questions about our lives We have troubles and fears But most of all we would find Our hearts beat at the same time

If you find you are needing to pretend Maybe you’re trying too hard to fit in You may be a circle squeezing your shape Leveling your curves to make lines But those squares don’t get you And those triangles are too harsh Forget those octagons and look inside Round motion was not meant to go straight

Why waste your time when you are great You’re never ending love and curving way

Souls of time

In this room full of souls Funny little lights a glow Some glimmer some sheen Blue, yellow and green The dark ones move slowly While the light float softly Dainty pink touches that twinkle Red pushes and holds Old souls that look on high Young ones walk right on by There is no relevance in benevolence And souls may know for all of time

Souls Touch

One touch One hand If only One man One woman One moment In time This second Our hour Intertwined For life After death Souls caress In touch On vine Be mine

Stylist

Don’t cut too much I like it long Just enough to clean it up Don’t over do the products Am I being to picky They make it feel sticky The heat on the dryer Is burning my head No; I don’t want a curl It’s fine in a bit of a furl What! That’s spray Did I not say Enough!

Sun on my face

The sun on my face and Your warm embrace Makes me think of sunny days Clear sky’s and stars in your eyes Of going out and finding some fun Walking on the sand and holding hands Hiking up a mountain to the very top Drinking a glass of wine while kicking back The smooth luster of your skin, When the sun kisses you, just as I want too Warm, sweet and loving It is all the wonder the sun has done Now go out and get you some!

The discussion

Your rational is just too much for me You say I design my world from make believe

These things, that you speak, mean everything From politics to the poor in the street To the man that carries the gun pointed at me

It is all real and true, but can’t you see, That the world is what we decide it will be

We can discuss these many tragedies Or we can begin to follow all the beauty, On the planet, we should live in harmony

Where children can play in the street Without fear, harm or freaky deeds

A place where food and care is like the air

And home is yours and mine intertwined

Have a Happy New Year

When I was a child we had a big back yard I playing with cars one day My brother and I had made a dirt town You know, the kind with houses and stores Little roads and parking spaces My Mom had a garden and clothes line In the heat of summer we’d duck into the shade Of our covered drive way There was a grape vine protecting one side We would sit and eat those grapes all the time I don’t know why I thought of that except to say That a new year always brings back memories I guess, that’s why we sing, Auld Lange Syne

The End

The lonely drive down the dirt road To a hollow home of sticks and bones She reached for something that wasn’t there In the dark of night when the owls scream No one heard her fall to the ground The sky opened as the hand of God Found her body limp and drawn The story says she died alone But I knew her mind was her own

There were little stars in the blackened night The moon sat brightly as the heavens arise A cotton blanket lay across the bed in red Black birds floating far in the sky Not a mention of the things she’d done Were laughter and beauty her prison? Seeking some higher ground she found The truth in love of a simple life

That always repeated in her watchful gaze Bringing her soul to a restful place

Winters End

The trees they change from summer to fall As if they were getting ready for a winter’s ball Bright colors of orange and sun kissed dress Preparing for a winters rest

Each leaf departs in wind blown fashion The sky reflecting each dissension With clouds big and fluffy highlighting The leafs covering the ground like confetti

Children play in the expectation of a brisk day With bare branches the event comes to a close The trees sleep through the winters end

They kicked Mother out

Starving the mother earth to feed her children While the masters of money laughs and takes There is either cake or soda to drink The sugar they give is all fake

They line the streets and shops alike Wanting and needing a home for a night Some place warm to lay one’s head A safe room to gather and rest

The street cold and dark as hells gate For if you are found in a park or a cave They come for you while saying it’s not ok People with signs and prayers for change

The Masters who run this place They kicked her out of her Mothers space No longer the gentle warmth of Mom’s lap

For it now belongs to a Mans strap

It stings and it whips and it takes From men’s backs in blood And Mother’s shame

Picture

I stood aside in the picture Of friends on an adventure Finding that I don’t fit in Again Realizing that is just who I am The look on my face is grim My hands lay flat on my skin

While other people hug Smile and say cheese Again I am looking into the breeze I could be in any other place But I’m standing here posing With this look upon my face

Three Scars

On my body I have three scars One on my foot to remind me To watch where I step The second from giving birth Reminding me that life is precious The third is on my fore head I tried to fly when I was a kid I never forget to watch where I step Or how important life is The scars of my life my body forgets But my mind still thinks I can fly

Tick Tock

Counting the minutes The hours and days Becoming months As years slip away

People’s plans Birthday wishes And gray hair patches

Critical thinking Intimidating tweaking Traveling life’s line

Stepping in time One more earned dime Living for your prime

Are you in a hurry?

For times slow worry Events in a scurry

Bygone’s reoccurring Seconds recounting Telling time good bye

Touched Shoulders

Did you know that you are brave? Did you know that you are strong?

Did you know that I was leaning on you that I waited and listened and prayed?

Did you know that I was cheered by your simplest word? Did you know that I longed for the smile on your face or that the sound of your voice rang true.

Did you know that I grew stronger and better because I had merely touched shoulders with you.

Twisted

Blood trickled down her face From her head hitting his bed The rope burns on her wrist And his arms around her neck

Struggling seemed to be futile As they fell to the floor Her back bent and twisted And her hands constricted

She could barely breathe As he pushed himself in Sweaty taste of skin Salted by his slime

He pulled her up And slapped her down She fell to the floor

With out a sound

Under my slumber

Sleep seems to be the only way I can think When my cranium is under, the words find peace. These moments of clarity and their parcels of belief elusive morsels of deeper understanding murmuring, taunting, under my slumber

Did I pay the gas bill? Did I take out the trash? Why in the world did I say all of that?

The dog is snoring, I am ignoring and blankets like gray lines are tangled and boring.

“Get up!” I say, your mind wants to play and think of a way for these notions to stay then redefine the age of time take new complications break them down into rhyme.

Like rain pouring in my brain, this liquid language is flowing, changing and growing Under my slumber Where I lay in wonder

Voice

The man had a whistle when he talked A voice with depth and a little drawl It had roughness and felt like soul Reminiscing of how a voice can call

The spring came late that year The endless nights and cool veneer Belting out the words to the song Those words were hers all along

The whistle it stuck in her head Soft low rumble and causal fall Of an echoing base ball Or a horse galloping

The spring can be enlightened Like the voice and the call Blowing in the wind

They would be together again

Vanity

A picture of me for you to see No pretense or propriety I look at my face ively Knowing of my vanity

Not a smear of color Nor a garment to cover My skin looking naked My eyes forsaken

Look a little deeper Into my peepers Find the lines Of years of time

What is this propriety? Do you really see me Actively forgetting my vanity

Visions

Spasmodic visions in my head Your ambivalence makes me sad It feels like a thing I’ve done myself And I have to say it sucks like hell

Acknowledge this; as I bash the can Throw a little dirt while I stand The spiders web of voodoo spells Incantations and looks that kill

Never more obvious then when pissed Pains me no less then words unsaid Easier then the path of ignorance No tolerance for the arrogance

Dreams of you hurting me instead All because of these visions in my head

Wine

Wine is the kind of Lover That comes on smooth Goes wonderful with food Cost a little more then booze Can feel like a warm smooch Makes you giggle and flush But don’t drink too much Or it will put you to bed Wishing you had never met

Woman in a red dress

An innocuous woman in a red dress Stood staring at the water fall Cascading and flowing to impress It was to her the ocean vast

Slipping off her shoes She slid her two feet in With the look of relief On her perfectly creamed skin

And from her toes she moved Like a knife to butter Catching only a breath Before she made her way in

There she stayed For hours it seemed Until a child screamed

As they lifted her body The red dress all wet Fell slowly to the cement

Nothing less conspicuous Then a woman In a red dress

Yea, I live here

I’m not a pilgrim Lived in these parts For well over twenty years My Daddy used to drink gin With all the old men Go to lunch with the Mayor And sponsor the high school Football team His boys all graduated And caused problems With the local cops His company built Many homes Maybe you live in one I am his wayward daughter The child he forgot Until it came to his reputation He got put on the block

Nope I’m not a pilgrim I live here, with the good ole boys But my Daddy had to run

Yellow tail dreams

Yellow tail dreams Understanding people Pretty little wings Laughing in the middle Of some Ordinary thing Missing a face While kissing The tail Walking alone Skipping in the rain Golden sun set Flowers on the vine Of life In Technicolor view Images askew Yellow smiles Of me and you

Victim

She’s a perpetual victim Always in distress Poor little thing such a mess Never her fault, an innocent victim Protect her while she steals your things Your money, your heart, your idea’s As she smiles with doe eyes Leaving you defenseless Winning another enabler for her sin Careful friend it will happen again Beauty but cunning within For she knows how to pretend The act will be played Her repeat serenade