You took a vow, a pinky swear, a promise you made to her.
Then your words...
like stinging swords cut through the veins of love.
Love bled in that senseless moment,
a moment all about you.
Your fingers now are red with disloyalty
and trust lies dying at your hand ...
and trust lies dying at your hand
but we're just fuckin
in full blown love?
i am not there
adore and breasts eating handfulls
like honey and flowers
i the poetry on her skin
written under sky
in red
her tummy and lower
my face implanted
swinging the tiger by the tail
her husband out of town
play time holding hands in private moaning ceilings
lock the blinds close the doors
swing the tiger by the tail
and we can paint the badroom blue
the bathroom area clouds and as soft
towels come home back down from sunbeam climbing
and as warmth to her body
bare and cleaned
i would have enjoyed being the water that cleansed her filthy body
smeared now in fragrant oils and creams
sunflowers and femininity growing spurting springs out of thin air
and brushy wilerness so excited a brand newday opening
You took a vow, a pinky swear, a promise you made to her.
Then your words...
like stinging swords cut through the veins of love.
Love bled in that senseless moment,
a moment all about you.
Your fingers now are red with disloyalty
and trust lies dying at your hand ...
and trust lies dying at your hand
but we're just fuckin
in full blown love?
i am not there
adore and breasts eating handfulls
like honey and flowers
i the poetry on her skin
written under sky
in red
her tummy and lower
my face implanted
swinging the tiger by the tail
her husband out of town
play time holding hands in private moaning ceilings
lock the blinds close the doors
swing the tiger by the tail
and we can paint the badroom blue
the bathroom area clouds and as soft
towels come home back down from sunbeam climbing
and as warmth to her body
bare and cleaned
i would have enjoyed being the water that cleansed her filthy body
smeared now in fragrant oils and creams
sunflowers and femininity growing spurting springs out of thin air
and brushy wilerness so excited a brand newday opening
You took a vow, a pinky swear, a promise you made to her.
Then your words...
like stinging swords cut through the veins of love.
Love bled in that senseless moment,
a moment all about you.
Your fingers now are red with disloyalty
and trust lies dying at your hand ...
and trust lies dying at your hand
but we're just fuckin
in full blown love?
i am not there
adore and breasts eating handfulls
like honey and flowers
i the poetry on her skin
written under sky
in red
her tummy and lower
my face implanted
swinging the tiger by the tail
her husband out of town
play time holding hands in private moaning ceilings
lock the blinds close the doors
swing the tiger by the tail
and we can paint the badroom blue
the bathroom area clouds and as soft
towels come home back down from sunbeam climbing
and as warmth to her body
bare and cleaned
i would have enjoyed being the water that cleansed her filthy body
smeared now in fragrant oils and creams
sunflowers and femininity growing spurting springs out of thin air
and brushy wilerness so excited a brand newday opening
bump
:twisted: nice poem, chadwick
do you have a split personality chad??? you know quoting yourself is just a tad crazy.
hear my name
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
Silently we sit, I in my thoughts, jotting a few down.
Now and then I look over, just to watch you read.
Engrossed dark brown eyes moving quickly over the page.
Beautiful hands.
I smile ...
I know ...
first your eyes will get a little heavy, just a little.
You'll fight it and win for a time.
I imagine the words losing the story
and in that last nod you will make your own ...
a deep breath and you are peaceful in a dream.
This simple moment wraps love around me
hugs me hard
feeling the memory ...
Through my mind run pictures,
unexpected moments, deer sightings, on a hike or a twilight drive.
Like the time walking in a thick, dark, moss covered woods.
Coming upon a family of deer laying under a circle of trees.
Appearing almost placed, picture perfect and
remaining so until we quietly passed.
We a guest in their home.
Amazed I was.
Or the time we took a moment of rest on a rock at the top
of a very large hill high above a wildflower meadow.
Hearing growing hoofbeats, rumbling from behind,
a young deer sprints by, running faster than I have ever seen,
his white tail a bobbing blur through lavender.
A picture I have kept in my head for over 30 years.
Countless memories of the majestic silhouettes,
peacefully feeding,
in the clearings of the campground chosen for that weekend.
Countless memories of inquisitive looks from soft brown eyes,
twitching ears at the sound of my voice saying
'hi! how are you!'
Memories that stir happy moments, a bond between myself and nature.
As important to me as anything here in this world.
God's world.
Now the City Deer.
A four corner busy intersection, two baby fawns feeding on tall grass,
no Mama in sight, middle of the day.
An 8 point buck, on a four lane highway, stopping traffic
under the scorching summer sun.
At the office, middle of an industrial park, lunchtime,
a lovely doe walks casually back to a small woods that has been spared,
allowed to remain untouched by human hand.
A tiny bit of God's world that is home to my new friend,
just outside the window.
From my heart pours a sadness,
new memories that will ache,
pictures that will run with tears
for the City Deer.
They are trapped here with me as God's world disappears.
Sitting in my office ...
I hear her giggle at something out front ...
giggle ... she just makes that word for me.
Her laugh sounds small once again ...
my little one sitting indian style
inches from the TV screen
dressed in flannel footy Pajamas
she rolls over backwards, sprawling,
laughing harder now
till I laugh too ...
the memory brings a smile and a tear.
Then I hear her voice, asking dad a question ...
her voice sounds small once again ...
My baby, in her car seat, in the way back
of the minivan...
she's telling her pooh bear a story
it has a moral she adds
making sure Pooh gets the intended message,
even then a determined woman in the making ...
the memory brings a smile and a tear.
I stand slowly walk around the corner,
her face smiling at the sight of me ...
"Hey Mom... you're so quiet in there,
I didn't even know you were there!"
her smile broadens ...
Her smile she is small once again ...
my precious, patiently drawing a picture
careful to outline each stroke with a new color,
purposely and proudly creating a masterpiece
she magnets to the frig
then turns to me at the sink smiles and says
"see what I drew!" ...
the memory brings a smile and a tear.
She stands and comes my way ...
"Mom you ok are you crying?"
her concern on her lovely heart shaped face ...
her face now grown I can see myself in her
I see my eyes in hers
I hear my laugh in hers
'no hun you bring a smile and a tear is all' ...
"oh Mom"... she hugs me.
We feel the love we share ...
that will forever bring a smile and a tear.
If you wound a heart,
will it feel more or less?
If you blind some one with light,
will they see more or less?
Gentle is as gentle does.
Let me touch you so you might feel with me.
Turn low the light so I might see with you.
Gentle is as gentle does
Blindfold removed
heart wide open
trusting as we go
stronger than before
because
Gentle Is As Gentle Goes ....
this is beautiful
Mamas eyes glistened in the holiday fire
she whispered, I don't care
I waited choosing words I had heard before
"people are incredibly disappointing"
in the firelight I saw a hint of smile
her smile
I'm missing already, always
she whispers back
thanks I needed that
her hand reaches for mine
its just a bit cooler than it was before
That what you fear the most could meet you halfway
Sniff the evening breeze that's carried on the miles.
Once more to hear you,
your breathing echo mine,
my little shadow, so quiet behind me,
always there, always there,
once more.
Once more to feel the tiny heartbeat lay in my arms,
hear the sigh,
share our peace.
My little piece of heaven.
Once more to live a memory,
laugh a moment.
Once more to be young,
young together.... again.
Once more to not be alone.
Once more to be with you.
2 years today I said goodbye to my Charlie. He was a gift to me, 13 and half years of pure love.
I pray for once more someday. This poem is how I feel, I keep it close like Charlie.
That what you fear the most could meet you halfway
i awoke this morning to a lovely shadow on the wall
intricate branches of a tree outside
with a few lasting leaves fluttering in a breeze
i could not feel i could not hear
i lay mesmerized watching the shadow in fleeting moments
we had a short time together
i raised my hand to see it small amongst the leaves
i moved it with the breeze
that i could not feel that i could not hear
i felt separate yet apart changing yet the same fleeting yet lasting
in a moment in forever i am a reflection in a shadow
how do you take how do you see
a moment this way
each day
something simple turned
something magic learned
how do you take how do you see
all of it for me
That what you fear the most could meet you halfway
"...Dimitri...He talks to me...'.."The Ghost of Greece..".
"..That's One Happy Fuckin Ghost.."
“..That came up on the Pillow Case...This is for the Greek, With Our Apologies.....”
When I was school age
we didn't go back to school til the day after Labor Day.
So many of my memories of this day
are filled with anticipation of the new school year......
Memories of the anticipation....
Last week Friday I would have walked up to my grade school
to look at the long white sheets of paper
scotch taped to the windows
that tell each of us who our new teacher is for the year.
There are excited happy squeals
from those who got the preferred cool teachers.
And boy could you tell who didn't.
The disgusted, disappointed looks on the faces of those
who got the mean teachers.
I think this our first taste of politics. The unfairness of life.
If you were the latter you were filled with the anticipation
of a not so good 9 months to come. Damn.
Anticipation of probably no cool field trips,
no awesome special snack time,
no unique projects and style of teaching that made learning fun.
Now your world was looking rather bleak,
it helped though to have good friends along to share in the torment.
So who's name was listed with yours could make
or break even the greatest or worst of news.
It could also make or break the best friendships too,
being separated for the school year.
All my new folders would have been carefully color chosen
and pre-doodled on, daisies, peace signs, initials of wanton love.
A small pencil bag is filled with pencils
and erasers of different colors and shapes.
A small box of crayons too.
There are no book bags yet, that would come much later.
Books are stacked and carried,
if you were a girl on your forearm against your chest,
a boy, stacked under hand, carried macho style, against your hip.
New school shoes peek from under the bed, super shiny and stiff,
destined to cause some blisters before the first day is out.
Better remember the bandaids, add them to the pencil bag,
best not to visit the school nurse the very first day.
My favorite back to school outfit lays on the chair,
wool skirt, sweater, knee highs,
even in Wisconsin this fall outfit premature for the last of the summer heat.
But suffer we will to look good, that starts early on.
The biggest part of Labor Day I remember
was trying to fall asleep in the still light, warm summer evening.
Laying there long after the sun set and the crickets started their song.
My bed positioned by the window to feel the evening breeze
and see the moon cast light across the backyard.
There I would lay wondering what the new school year would bring.
Anticipating new fun with old friends.
The anticipation of making new friends
and maybe new love at the tender age of ten.
Love, even then, the greatest anticipation in life.
Wow this takes me back. Oh yeah to be a kid again, geez 11 years old.
where have all the years gone? almost 48 of them.Another Wow.
Well it was just a few years later and the rest is history. Its been a fine life for me,
I wouldn't change a thing. I like the loopback, I like the view, I got a corny rhyme for that too.
That what you fear the most could meet you halfway
Comments
leave me leave me leave
there are places to be
i can see
tomorrow
holding me
million miles away
infinity
prays
past lives lay
disguise a new day
dream
in hand
move me
where i stand
hoping as sleep falls
i will hear your calls
calling ...
dancing through the day
charmed
lighted by attraction
feeling eyes upon me
tempting
green calm hypnotize
caress my heart
and captivate
trapped within a spell bound
fascination hold
bewitching and enchanted
influenced by the moment
uplifted and entrancing
induce this lasting smile
oh those eyes
bedazzle
thrilling me to the core
just like a looking glass
the window to your soul
This Home
lying on the fresh mowed grass looking up into my bit of sky
this home
here my stars change with the seasons and the sun rises and sets casting shadows
shadows I know well
here the rain falls making familiar puddles
the breeze moves the chimes and the trees
from first bud to last seed
the evening fireflies and first morning calls
for over a decade and a half
this home
the children grew here and left
cherished memories were made
holidays spent
company welcomed
injuries overcome
hearts healed
mistakes made mistakes forgiven
lessons learned
this home
a lifetime for our beloved best friend
now laid to rest under the dogwood tree
still close
through all the losses and even more joys
this home
our time is nearing it's end
bittersweet will be the goodbye as our path moves us on
"Home is where the heart is" and where this home will stay
Touch
You took a vow, a pinky swear, a promise you made to her.
Then your words...
like stinging swords cut through the veins of love.
Love bled in that senseless moment,
a moment all about you.
Your fingers now are red with disloyalty
and trust lies dying at your hand ...
and trust lies dying at your hand
wish it was imagination in this case ... darkness is all around
just to add on a lighter note...
all we can do is shed some light ... spread some light
in full blown love?
i am not there
adore and breasts eating handfulls
like honey and flowers
i the poetry on her skin
written under sky
in red
her tummy and lower
my face implanted
swinging the tiger by the tail
her husband out of town
play time holding hands in private moaning ceilings
lock the blinds close the doors
swing the tiger by the tail
and we can paint the badroom blue
the bathroom area clouds and as soft
towels come home back down from sunbeam climbing
and as warmth to her body
bare and cleaned
i would have enjoyed being the water that cleansed her filthy body
smeared now in fragrant oils and creams
sunflowers and femininity growing spurting springs out of thin air
and brushy wilerness so excited a brand newday opening
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
Forgive me for what I have done
For what I have not done
I don't know the whys
maybe one day
I don't know if you know what I do
maybe one day
I only know we share this life though love hides away ...
I love you ...
:twisted: nice poem, chadwick
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
do you have a split personality chad??? you know quoting yourself is just a tad crazy.
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
but mostly i love, adore, cherish, and wanna touch a women's body six ways from sunday.
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
Silently we sit, I in my thoughts, jotting a few down.
Now and then I look over, just to watch you read.
Engrossed dark brown eyes moving quickly over the page.
Beautiful hands.
I smile ...
I know ...
first your eyes will get a little heavy, just a little.
You'll fight it and win for a time.
I imagine the words losing the story
and in that last nod you will make your own ...
a deep breath and you are peaceful in a dream.
This simple moment wraps love around me
hugs me hard
feeling the memory ...
this is you reading, napping
next to me.
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
I applied it to my sweetheart, but thinking this is moreso about a little one.
Either way, tenderness.
his heart very sweet.
It is our mortality plus 33 years together
there is much vulnerability and also resignation.
Thanks for your words!
To see a deer in the wild, magical.
Through my mind run pictures,
unexpected moments, deer sightings, on a hike or a twilight drive.
Like the time walking in a thick, dark, moss covered woods.
Coming upon a family of deer laying under a circle of trees.
Appearing almost placed, picture perfect and
remaining so until we quietly passed.
We a guest in their home.
Amazed I was.
Or the time we took a moment of rest on a rock at the top
of a very large hill high above a wildflower meadow.
Hearing growing hoofbeats, rumbling from behind,
a young deer sprints by, running faster than I have ever seen,
his white tail a bobbing blur through lavender.
A picture I have kept in my head for over 30 years.
Countless memories of the majestic silhouettes,
peacefully feeding,
in the clearings of the campground chosen for that weekend.
Countless memories of inquisitive looks from soft brown eyes,
twitching ears at the sound of my voice saying
'hi! how are you!'
Memories that stir happy moments, a bond between myself and nature.
As important to me as anything here in this world.
God's world.
Now the City Deer.
A four corner busy intersection, two baby fawns feeding on tall grass,
no Mama in sight, middle of the day.
An 8 point buck, on a four lane highway, stopping traffic
under the scorching summer sun.
At the office, middle of an industrial park, lunchtime,
a lovely doe walks casually back to a small woods that has been spared,
allowed to remain untouched by human hand.
A tiny bit of God's world that is home to my new friend,
just outside the window.
From my heart pours a sadness,
new memories that will ache,
pictures that will run with tears
for the City Deer.
They are trapped here with me as God's world disappears.
This man of mine, his heart
it's in the little things.
New baby bunny,
tennis ball with ears,
lives under the deck.
We have been enjoying him from the kitchen table,
he sneaks out early evening
has his dinner there where we can see.
My man mowed the back lawn yesterday...
I said ... you missed a little spot
he said ... no that is the bunny acre
I saved it for his dinner...
this man of mine
it's these little things
in his heart.
Sitting in my office ...
I hear her giggle at something out front ...
giggle ... she just makes that word for me.
Her laugh sounds small once again ...
my little one sitting indian style
inches from the TV screen
dressed in flannel footy Pajamas
she rolls over backwards, sprawling,
laughing harder now
till I laugh too ...
the memory brings a smile and a tear.
Then I hear her voice, asking dad a question ...
her voice sounds small once again ...
My baby, in her car seat, in the way back
of the minivan...
she's telling her pooh bear a story
it has a moral she adds
making sure Pooh gets the intended message,
even then a determined woman in the making ...
the memory brings a smile and a tear.
I stand slowly walk around the corner,
her face smiling at the sight of me ...
"Hey Mom... you're so quiet in there,
I didn't even know you were there!"
her smile broadens ...
Her smile she is small once again ...
my precious, patiently drawing a picture
careful to outline each stroke with a new color,
purposely and proudly creating a masterpiece
she magnets to the frig
then turns to me at the sink smiles and says
"see what I drew!" ...
the memory brings a smile and a tear.
She stands and comes my way ...
"Mom you ok are you crying?"
her concern on her lovely heart shaped face ...
her face now grown I can see myself in her
I see my eyes in hers
I hear my laugh in hers
'no hun you bring a smile and a tear is all' ...
"oh Mom"... she hugs me.
We feel the love we share ...
that will forever bring a smile and a tear.
Cloud On My Ceiling
Trying times of late brought me weary
back to bed
though the day had barely started.
Curled quietly next to my lady dogs
reaching out for them now and then to feel their warmth
my hands my feet my nose cold.
I rolled over to watch the tall trees in the side yard sway
bordering on violent
a constant rushing sound through closed patio doors.
I thought of the people that would be effected by the storm.
I felt fortunate and sad and more weary for them.
Just then my eye caught a bit of reflected light on my bedroom wall.
It resembled a little cloud the size of my palm
dancing rocking jumping about.
I stared
mesmerized
watching it change shape to suit my desire.
I thought of the phenomenon that brought it to me.
The place that all light comes from and returns to.
Many minutes passed till it magically met the ceiling
Ha!
a cloud on my ceiling
trapped there just for me.
Then slowly slowly it began to get smaller smaller
and then it was gone
poof
disappeared.
In that moment the thought
'out of the darkness comes light'
whispered from my lips.
I look for it now each day around that time
it has not yet returned.
It seems it was a special light
a special time
more special than I knew.
You write so beautifully.I can relate to this and Time has come today.
Mamas eyes glistened in the holiday fire
she whispered, I don't care
I waited choosing words I had heard before
"people are incredibly disappointing"
in the firelight I saw a hint of smile
her smile
I'm missing already, always
she whispers back
thanks I needed that
her hand reaches for mine
its just a bit cooler than it was before
2 years today I said goodbye to my Charlie. He was a gift to me, 13 and half years of pure love.
I pray for once more someday. This poem is how I feel, I keep it close like Charlie.
You amaze me.
This is what I got http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vRWqf4Ksa2E
The devil doesn't get all the glory.
how do you take how do you see
a moment this way
each day
something simple turned
something magic learned
how do you take how do you see
all of it for me
I'm old now we are both old ...
I'd rather think weathered
I'd rather think aged
I'd rather think well broke in.
We laughed at that
me and my best old friend.
So many miles we've traveled
good and bad
I always could depend on her.
She'd get me through she'd take me there
loyal til the end my best old friend.
The times they don't get better
still bumping through the years
we're parked here on the porch now
me and my best old friend."
"..That's One Happy Fuckin Ghost.."
“..That came up on the Pillow Case...This is for the Greek, With Our Apologies.....”
Like pieces from a puzzle
Scattered about
Send my credentials to the house of detention
Ships come and go
No matter
Don't ask and I won't tell
(Man)
Send my credentials to the house of detention
where have all the years gone? almost 48 of them.Another Wow.
Well it was just a few years later and the rest is history. Its been a fine life for me,
I wouldn't change a thing. I like the loopback, I like the view, I got a corny rhyme for that too.