.
Sea sounds when none to see
Densely fogged, distant bells attract
Creaky planks bow to me
Rising tides, spray exploiting cracks
~
Wave’s crash, limits defined
Soaking shell, soul’s to cleanse
The depth of eve haunts a mind
Yet this pier never ends
~*~
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Nearing the pit of the pendulums’ path
Forces of nature care not of their wrath
The weight of the world pivots within
Knows not when to stop or where to begin
~
The highs never reaching a stable peak
These highs too high to which I seek
Delves of darkness seem never to end
Rises resisted rapidly descend
~
Familiar patterns now drawn in time
Thus manifested in delusional rhyme
With feathered hand to soar and blind
To my ravenous return in stillness of mind
~*~
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It must be love when
passions can’t be expressed in
haiku’s of amore
~
It must be love when
our hearts beat faster by a
footstep at the door
~
It must be love when
broken hearts are aching yet
we love all the more
~
It must be love when
burning hearts blaze hotter than
science can measure
~
It must be love when
our hearts are left shattered yet
chests still hold treasure
~
It must be love when
all life appears inspired
and our hearts feel pure
`
It must be love when
only a greater failure
seems to reassure
`
It must be love when
our hurting hearts are healed with
love – the only cure
~
It must be love when
hearts and minds know not, but it
Must Be Love – for sure
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Sck010315
Valentine’s day is tomorrow, what am I to do?
Candy’s getting old and it’s to cold for the zoo.
Flowers too soon wilt and never will surprise.
Dinner’s always nice, but no burger, shake and fries.
~
Jewelry’s too expensive and ends up in a drawer.
Lingerie’s always fun when it ends up on the floor.
Romance will be expected, so don’t forget the card.
Valentine’s day is tomorrow, it shouldn’t be so hard.
~*~
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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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~
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
~
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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.
~*~
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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
~*~
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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
~*~
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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.
~*~
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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.
~*~
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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.
~*~
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Sowing a hideous seed, nourished with gas dug from our past.
Shoot first ask questions last. But hurry they’re going fast.
Guns, gods and greed
Suckled breast corporate laced, plastic faces our world graced.
We share with all what we waste from our piles made of haste.
Winner takes all, just make the call. Man is big the earth small.
Enemies don’t grieve, faith does not deceive.
Much to achieve, just believe.
Guns, gods and greed
The seed grown, seeds of their own, on the wind they’ll be blown.
Or from our hands they’ll be thrown all to cast the final stone.
Spreading death, division and despair – when thrice comes to bear.
The end may be near, a warning shot we’ll never hear.
But never fear.
Guns, gods and greed
Raise our arms to the skies, pop goes the fireflies.
Screams drown out the cries.
Close your eyes daylight dies, truth within, outside lies.
We laugh at others strife. Define who’s to be a wife.
Skewer the peace with our knife.
But soon we’ll all be saved – from life.
Guns, gods and greed
The End
Steve Kittell 2014
Sticky rails, dewy morn
Subway faces look forlorn
Feet beating on the street
Odors rising in the heat
~
September day the city way
Some are sad, some are gay
Rusty bells bang classes start
Painted faces, not quite art
~
Weary eyes survey the new
Innocent hearts there are few
Minds awash in filth and hate
Darkened souls to be their fate
~
Though light shines through on some
Dreaming of times yet to come
When hearts, souls and minds align
Looking beyond billboards for a sign
~
On threadbare tight-rope they do run
Chasing demons just for fun
Where falls expected, ends are not
Where wars are fought on empty lot
~
Fears hidden behind the fists
Fighting for first to be kissed
Truths that smack tender young faces
Their belted thighs can win no races
~
Barrels boxed beneath their capes
Leaving ghostly chalky shapes
Surviving a life that’s never lied
Steely limbs loiter temping outside
~
Oaken doors barred welcome the flesh
Roots of common seeds for minds fresh
Packing more and more withering giants all
Broken floors, chairs too few and small
~
Sown in these asphalt fields un-green
Awaiting sunny nurture seldom seen
To savor and sow or pluck premature
To die in a vase or billow pure
~
Forgotten beauties, shades of greed
Learning can grow our common seed
Our schools this village that I speak
Where betwixt the slabs blossoms peek
~
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~
A page from my book of dreams;
a tale of love, or so it seems.
I wake each day the dream doesn’t end.
Will she ever love me or shall I just pretend?
.
Technicolor visions and her scent in the air
Awaken from this dream I could never dare.
Her touch always welcome on my trembling skin.
When she says she loves me, my life will then begin.
.
Encounters of the flesh, too few to ever last.
Music of her voice now echoes of the past.
Sunlit voids surround were daylight once was bright.
Now only darkness brightens our rendezvouses of night.
~*~
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