Free-form Poetry

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Waiting for the Sunrise

Everybody wants to fly
But there is no room in the sky
The sky is filled, no room for a single star
And I sit here beneath my tree
Waiting for a sunrise
That will never come.

Inspired Haiku

Decided to kill --
Weakness my inspiration --
His body went "boink."

Deconstructionist Love Poem #8

there is all of you, to
...or has the one source...
is, for i sit;
for
that
will
come.

I Want

Please
   you say
And I am helpless
   or you whisper my name
   with a french accent

Feathers on my cheek
Fingers in my hair
  God smiles on me today

Citrus sugar sweet, your scent
I feel warm
Tell me again how I make you glow
I can taste you
I can feel you
I can see you
   But you're not here.

Dreams and desires
Your fantasy in a poem
How I match
How I want to match
How I want;

    I want.

Give me your secrecy
Share your obsession
I offer up my heart in awe
and humble supplication
   Knowing that you're at a loss
  to take it.

Tigers
    (and manta rays, squirrels and ferrets)
dance around me
to your command

What do I have I can give you?
I want to give you something
I want you to remember
I want to

I want.

I stroke your hair
  sexy in spanish
   and tell you of lost loves
You listen, fascinated
   to desirous whimpers

Day long kings in squeaky beds
(No quiero perderte)
   And everywhere around
  lies beauty

Toreador's bane
Toreador's blessing
I want what you have
I want to give what I've got
I want to merge

I want.

(Please?)

Lost Poem

If found,
please drop in the nearest mailbox.

Learning to Live with Love

Here, now,
I lament my unfulfilled desires.
There are so many of you,
Part of me wants you all.
But I have you,
In a sense.

What I have, I enjoy.
What I don't, I desire.
It is a means unto an end.

I think I'm learning
To love more freely.
Soon, now, I'll realize
That what I have
Is enough.

For now.

Bubble Serenade

A hard day has past
The work is done
I go to celebrate the day's bountiful harvest
It has been a long time since I have done this
The days have gotten too full
Too hectic
Tonight, as the twilight glimmers
I can relax
Forget the stresses of the past three months
I go, like an ancient Celt
Clad in furs and the fruit of the hunt
To give thanks to the mother for a new day

I pull the large pink jug out
A gallon of bubble solution
And call a few friends
"Want to blow bubbles?"
We circle in the dusk, waving our wands madly
Wildly
Abandonedly
Forgetting the way we look,
The way people see us
What people think of us
It feels good to throw off
The involuntary rules of society
And just enjoy the lavender sky
And cloud of bubbles
They swirl around me, floating in a sea of yesterday
I blow, and an army appears, rushing off to face the enemy
I spin, and I am the center of a galaxy
I wave, and the apples fall ripe from the bough
I pause for breath, my arms tired and dizzy
A single bubble caught on the wind
Returns to throw itself at my feet
"I know I shall die, and what greater bliss
Than to die at the foot of my maker?"

Weary now,
I return inside
Leaving the bubble jug on the porch
Just in case.

What am I to Do?

What am I to do?
How can I say what I feel?
Though you may feel that I don't care
Or that we've been apart too long
I have always held a place for you
Within the gallery of my soul

What am I to think?
After so long, when I see you again,
To learn of your tragic fate?
Although we've not been close
I still remember our first love.
And though we've drifted slow apart,
I still admire and respect you.

How am I to feel?
When she told me what you're enduring
What other emotion can I have?
And yet I know, what I can't say
To try to offer you comfort.
I know what you might think,
That I strive to be your friend
Only to lighten the load of your burden.

What am I to say?
How to assure my intent?
Although I wish to ease your pain,
It's also for fear of you leaving my life
Without having known what you've meant to me.
But I fear that you will not believe my professions,
And without knowing how to convey my sincerity,
I ask: What am I to do?

The Forgotten Child

My son turns to me
He places his hand in mine
And asks me to play a while with him
I set aside my papers
And follow him into the yard
We laugh and play and fall and fly
And I feel my love bonds grow

Then the sun goes down
And darkness falls
And the dream fades
I wake to an empty house
Alone, as I always have been.

Convergence

It doesn't seem real.

This refuse that I dig through,
So devoid of meaning,
Has no impact on me.
It cannot have held any value
To anyone ever before.

Why am I wasting my time?
There can’t be anything here
That anyone would want.

The present is disassociated
From the past.
I tell myself, “This used to be something!”
But I just can’t seem to believe it.

No sense of impending reality
Pervades my futile search.
No connection exists with what went before.

I know it’s true, but it still doesn't seem real.
My mind won’t accept that this mountain of rubble
Used to be somebody’s house.
As I throw aside a piece of a wall,
My mind rejects the truth: that somebody used to live here.

And then I find the couch.

Velvet Regret

How can I regret?

     John John says you should never regret
     Past relations

Even though there'll always be that one...

                    Never mind her, she's not important now.

The question is still:

How can I regret

          ?

How can I NOT regret?

     Oh, why did I do it?
     How could I have been so stupid?

          Well, there was--
                    Never mind him, he's gone, he's past
                    I'll never see him again
                    He doesn't matter anymore.
It's her!
Her! Not him!

Didn't I...
Wasn't it...
I thought...
Didn't I...

   ...love her?

               But if I did then,
          Why don't I now?

Nothing really matters.
Anyone can—
Nothing really matters.
It's obvious that—
Nothing really matters
Anymore.
                                                                                                         Forevermore.
          Never Again.
                                                                                               Eternal.
                    Mortal.
                                                                           Always.
                                   It's over!
                                                       Undying.
Can't I undo it?
          Maybe if I ignore it, it'll
               all go away
          Maybe if I deny
               pretend it didn't happen
          Maybe if I-
               -forget...

But I've forgotten most already.

          Really.

All I remember is...

                         ...those velvet sheets.

Sunder

The path divides in two.
The branches loom before me.
A harsh and cruel indignation
Glares balefully at me from the fork.
Do I go left?
(What do I leave behind?)
Do I go right?
(What sacrifices do I make?)
One path leads me to my dreams,
The other carries me to family.
What right have I to choose?
What right has anyone to ask it?
Why must I give the one
To hold the other?
The paths lie out before me,
The branches wending away,
And I must choose.
Though I travel the road to my dreams,
My heart shall not sunder in two.
I will forestall the rending of my heart.
I will carry the light of Avalon
Unto the ending of my days.

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