A healer of wounds or point to maim,
cupids draw’s reluctant of aim.
Bow’s untied but the bind pains,
the arrow pulled but the blood remains.
~
I close my eyes and the future’s blurred.
I call her name but none is heard.
I feel her touch when I’m alone.
A smile returned no longer shown.
~
My head still turns tho now a twist.
My heart still beats tho now half missed.
And this Valentines I wish not to start,
for a hole filled makes not a whole heart.
~*~
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A Nervous System
A pain in the neck
can be caused stepping on toes
of another’s heel
~
More Parties
The only answer
to this two party system
is to party more
~
Symptomatic
A system failure
is when a failing system
is systemic
~*~
sck111117
Only Reflection
Depression is when
the fog passes and the dark
is only more clear
*
What’s Right
When optimism writ
Pessimism can be erased
Realism then left
*
Libra-tions
Balance achieved when
heavy hearts and weighty souls
meet a mind on point
~*~
sck041017
The air is cold and the sky is gray.
It’s time again for Valentine’s Day.
Lips are warm and soon to be kissed.
It’s a winter’s day not to be missed.
~
Flowers found to make the day bright.
Candy presented to each share a bight.
Hands are held and everything’s fine.
Happy Valentines, will you be mine.
~*~
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Valentine’s Day is coming,
it’s time to make a plan.
Get those wheels turning,
show her you’re her man.
~
Perhaps a romantic dinner,
the dishes then are done.
Then take her dancing,
you’re sure to have some fun.
~
Don’t forget the flowers,
some candy and a card.
Leave yourself a note,
it shouldn’t be that hard.
~
Treat her extra special,
stare into her eyes.
Tell her you’re the luckiest,
and she’s the grand prize.
~
Tell her that you love her,
show her in every way.
Make her your Valentines,
each and every day!
~*~
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Much surprised by the calendar today.
Valentines’ is less than a month away.
I’ve thoughts to think and things to buy.
There’s flowers and candy, gladly no pie.
~
I should be ready; it comes every year.
A showing of love to make things clear.
A poem’s expected and that means stress.
My pencil’s dull and my mind’s a mess.
~
The time is short, and my list is long.
I’ve much to do and can’t be wrong.
I love to write but when I choose.
When I’m forced I get the blues.
~
That’s much like life, at least for me.
I’m at my best when I’m free,
sharing a life with my best friend.
We’ll laugh and love until the end.
~
She makes my life a joy to live.
So something special I’ll need to give.
These next few weeks won’t be much fun.
Then again, I might be done.
~*~
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The groundhog’s soon to wake, but I don’t really care.
I’m always warm and cozy any time of year.
Winters always pass and spring will always follow.
Summers heat the flesh, autumn the vibrancy we all know.
~
Nights share their endless stars, days our lives are bright.
Time’s just the space between. The universe knows what’s right.
Friends and family fill our needs, puts our minds at ease.
A special someone shares it all and all that we please.
~
Mine’s lovely in the morning and more beautiful by noon.
Evenings’ she’s truly stunning beneath the glowing moon.
She’s innocent when sleeping, a little naughty when she’s not.
And I am overjoyed with this special love we’ve got.
~*~
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~
A shadow we share,
people stand frozen to stare.
But groundhogs don’t care.
~*~
sck020216
I woke today – weatherman lied.
I rolled over and I sighed.
Couldn’t sleep, eyes open wide.
It’s too cold to go outside.
~
There’ll be no swing set or slide.
There’ll be no walk or bike ride.
There’ll be no kites to be flied.
It’s too cold to go outside.
~
Today we have to play inside.
We’ll think of things never tried.
Stocking feet on floors we’ll glide.
It’s too cold to go outside.
~
We’ll build a fort for us to hide.
We’ll play dress up – you be bride.
Explore jungles – I’ll be guide.
It’s too cold to go outside.
~
Time to dig a path that’s wide.
Getting dressed, boot laces tied.
Wind so stingy I almost cried.
It’s too cold to go outside.
~
All’s warm, coats hung to be dried.
Find crayons, colors I’ve eyed.
Draw pictures for the fridge with pride.
It’s too cold to go outside.
~
Icy world all is gray sky-ed.
Plants droopy, looks like they died.
Bay frozen we’ll see no tide.
It’s too cold to go outside.
~
Now sleep, teddies at my side.
Cold nights end, take it in stride.
Spring soon then winter we’ll chide.
When not too cold to go outside.
~*~
sck092414
Punch the clock, kiss time away
Let’s all have a common sensical day
We’ll strive to attain the white picket fence
From this thing called common sense
~
Though no more than society’s rigidity
Saying that everyone had better agree
And if you don’t than you must be lacking
But hey – screw them! You don’t need their backing
~
Give it your all, do your best then see who’s slacking
Now get off the fence it’s time to get cracking
And when someone says you lack common sense
Say thanks, I’d rather be uncommon than dense
~
Sck012015
Letters we’ve sent, letters we don’t,
some we regret and some we won’t.
Some we forget, some we obsess,
some move forward, others regress.
~
The future will tell what we choose,
what we keep and the things we lose.
We’re in charge but not always sure,
some will quit while others endure.
~
Love it seems a double edged sword,
piercing the heart where life is stored.
Push too hard and the feelings gone,
though properly placed in we’re drawn.
~
Staying sharp we all can agree;
brings out the best in you and me.
Sharpen your pencils, grab your pad,
connect the dots and you’ll be glad.
~*~
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Rings True
.
Mutually daring
Quintessentially caring
Lovingly sharing
~
.
Howling
.
Up before sunrise
Down by noon, dreading blue skies
Awaiting the moon
~
.
Dimensionally Stable
.
Having thought outside
The box for so long, I’ve now
Become Tripolar
~*~
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Tis the wind that taps my glass.
I close my eyes with hope to pass.
Tis the wind beats on my door.
I cower and cover till no more.
~
Tis the wind that haunts my home.
Forever it lurks where I roam.
Tis the wind that rattles my brain.
Run do I, none to gain.
~
Tis the wind wherever I go.
Till ash am I then it to follow.
Tis this wind shall set me free.
Scattered safely I shall be.
~*~
Sck091815
Loopy –
The more time is spent
In the mirror, the more time
Reflection’s needed
~
Focus –
Poets see the world
Through a fish-eye and themselves
Through two-way mirrors
~
Good Luck –
Broken mirror shards
Though unfortunate leaves much
To reflect upon
~*~
Sck060215
Too Little Rhyme ~
Life is Poetry
Some is good and some is bad
Most we’ll never see
*
Forever’s Never Last ~
Our writing is the
Exercise that forces us
To live fitfully
*
Con-Tent ~
Home’s where our stuff’s stored
A store is where our stuff’s bought
Bought’s where our heart’s sold
~*~
Sck060115
Speaking Volume
.
Writing in peace is
When screams are muffled by the
Voices in your head
~
Cell-less Cell
.
Lonely is having
An imaginary friend
That won’t return calls
~
Chewed not Deterred
.
To write is using
Skeletons in your closet
To appease the wolves
~*~
sck061615
I’m too old to paint in tempera, takes too long to dry.
I’m too young to sculpt a headstone, since I won’t soon die.
I’m too old to swim the channel, don’t like being cold and wet.
I’m too young to drown in sorrow with so little to regret.
I’m too old to chase maidens through spring fields anew.
Though now the times just right to share all I have with you.
~
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There was once three men,
took a trip on a boat.
The little ship sank.
No one could float.
~
The greedy man drowned,
weighed down by his gold.
The vain man prayed,
for the soul he had sold.
~
The poet swam.
What else could he do.
‘Twas just another day,
awash in blue.
~*~
sck060715
Here’s just another long ass poem,
where pencils wander and minds roam
Wrongly writing a writers spoof,
pretending to act ambivalent and aloof.
Scribbles scribed with thoughts adrift,
begrudging the irony of a weighty gift
A gift when open can amaze and surprise,
when amiss all’s left to despise
Ego and insecurity blend on the page.
The shadows measure, shades gage.
Jumbled words of love, sorrow and joy,
of friendships made or to destroy
Dreams dreamt with eyes shut tight,
while dreams are had in the light.
Time in reflection thoughts bounce then fade.
Intensity’s the source of all that’s made.
Whether hobby, craft, art or obsession,
or a statistically nil reliable profession.
There’s no substitution as far as I can tell,
There’s no on or off switch, no warning bell.
With a drizzle of drudgery and a smatter of haste,
the ink dries anyway, useful or a waste.
When the wining, waling and whimpers wane,
recall and record so something’s to gain.
Just the right words are all that’s required.
Write day and night and be always tired.
And this; not a sonnet or magnificent tome,
but at least it’s another long ass poem.
~*~
sck120615
No earth. No trees.
No trees. No pulp.
No pulp. No paper –
for poets to sculpt.
No earth. No home.
Nowhere to roam.
No time left to moan and groan.
No one wants to die alone.
No one wants this to be.
This to be the world’s last poem.
~*~
Sck062415
There once was a once upon a time.
Actually there’s many and some do rhyme.
So here it goes another like the rest.
It might not be the worst but won’t be the best.
~
Once upon a time there was;
bees in a garden sharing a buzz.
They flutter high and they flutter low,
they flit where they need to go.
~
They all know each other, each by name.
But humans think they’re all the same.
Unwittingly perhaps, speciesists are we,
but they don’t need us as we need the bee.
~
They grow our food and sweeten our tea,
an absolute necessity, don’t you agree?
So next time you see one, share their buzz.
Cos without them our once will be was.
~*~
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My Love
A look, touch – A kiss
Hands, bodies – Tactile bliss
Love – Nothing’s amiss
~
My Friend
Heart strings stroked feel heat
Neck caressed long and sweet
Rhythm head to feet
~
Begin’d
How humans learned
They died for knowledge yearned
Trial and error’d
~*~
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