poems

Breaking you gently;
The more gentle I am
The more you break.
I have crushed you with my kindness
Not understanding
Cruelty
As kindness.
I continued to squeeze until you

On a Thursday she would write poetry if she chose.
It was not specific to Thursdays but you could see her on those days

Ponder Awhile is ranked 1 in books for 2006-Poetry-Inspirational and Religious-www.bestwebbuys.com

Ponder Awhile is ranked 1 for 2006 in Poetry-Inspirational and Religious-www.bestwebbuys.com

Ponder Awhile is ranked 1 for 2006 in Poetry-Inspirational and Religious on www.bestwebbuys.com

The search, though, is futile
I know it is...

Ape behind the artist, showing fear...

- though it may not shine on me or anyone I know or love or half way care about -

Segmented / secret / static

I know these things today.
They take years to heal,
to unravel.

Most afflictions,
are a ticking clock.

As a child,
in the beginning,
he was my hero.

He could make me laugh,

poem -suggestions welcome

Why

It took me too long to understand the sharp angst
of winter; the frozen canals, the loss of life to a deep

Yes I believe in God
I believe in God the father of all
I believe in the Ten Commandments
God handed to Moses
A better set of rules to live your life by
Does not exist

How do you get a sweet little old lady?
To say rude lingo?
Just get another sweet little old lady
To shout out BINGO!

Somebody actually complimented me
On my driving today you see.
Now I don’t like to gloat
But they left a little note
On the windscreen of mine,
It simply said 'Parking Fine.'

A very early effort to deride or despise,
or even better - patronise. I think this is the second poem I ever wrote. The first is in a lead-lined container under the Thames. One word edit June 4 2010

The coats aren’t signal red now
- or even khaki brown.
It’s called disruptive pattern
and blends with the background.
Except for one day every year
in desert, arid lands;

A Twitter of Harps

Birds harpsinging can't call him
all their notes are airborn trills to vacant sunlight
he has been taken to the chill
of ocean deeps
by our Nannie with her cutty sark

You will not wake her with a mortal kiss