by Ryan Lee King
The following collection of poems capture my thoughts, my dreams and random life events that occurred throughout 2000. Beware! A helping of bad poetry lies below. If you happened to enjoy reading them, let me know! If you really enjoyed them, why not purchase a copy?
January 1, 2000
Happy New Year
Another year gone?
How astonishing is that?
Happy New Year All!
January 5, 2000
A Wise Fool
A wise man gambles for a reason,
No matter the time or season,
No matter the hot or cool,
To know every person is but a fool,
If a wise man thought he was not,
Then he would be the fool on the spot,
Wisdom knows all is a fool,
It’s true but everlastingly cruel,
Every man and every woman are a fool,
Foolishness is in command or at the rule,
What I say is true but treason,
A wise man gambles for that reason.
January 8, 2000
Here comes trouble!
The stove is shaking,
What the hell am I making?
The pot has begun to rattle,
Its contents in explosive battle!
Lid rumbling from the steam,
What's that horrible scream?
The lid just blew off with a pop!
No! It leaped from the stove top!
Oh my god it's alive,
Will my kitchen survive?
My kitchen? What about me?
January 15, 2000
More than anything on this earth,
You give me such tender mirth,
I can love you forever and I will,
Write it in stone for that is how I feel,
It is true and absolute love I feel for you,
Moments I don’t appreciate having you are few,
You may not see it this way, but I do,
You are gift from God, and I love you,
So very special and precious you are to me,
So much, in fact, I wonder how it happened to be,
If you remember nothing, remember I love you,
My precious, I love you, just know that I do.
January 19, 2000
A camera’s picture,
Life is captured in still frame,
Life forever caught.
January 22, 2000
Is it luck or blessing that I love her?
It's more than both I’m sure,
Sweet, understanding and caring,
A southern lady with spunk and daring,
Sometimes silent, sometimes deadly,
Always there, always loving readily,
My little Marshie-poo,
Headfast no matter what we go through,
Never quite knowing what to make of her,
A sweet, kind, adorable angel for sure,
That’s my Marsha, my lady love,
Sent from heaven, from God above.
January 29, 2000
The sunset of a long day,
Leaves me with nothing else to say,
My brain has melted to glass,
All thoughts there left in masse,
I know not what more I can do,
For me, this day is pretty much through,
Oh, how I wish I had more energy at hand,
But alas the hourglass is out of sand,
My remaining faculties are an unusable mess,
And my body says I have only minutes, maybe less,
Perhaps it's time to stop while I'm ahead,
Without a doubt, it's high time for bed.
February 5, 2000
Accompanied by clamor and noise,
The once kitten sits up in royal poise,
A mess lay before her very paws,
I have little doubt of the culprit or cause,
My no so little cat anymore,
Still plays with strings on the floor,
Princess, from the alley, now rounder and fat,
That is my companion, my beloved cat.
February 9, 2000
Happiness has struck a hard blow to me,
So hard I was made blind and cannot see,
Marsha, the dancer in my daydream daze,
You lead my mind away from reality to your maze,
Like a child’s toy, I have been wound,
Playfully I have been tied and bound,
Happiness has left me with one irreversible smile,
Happiness hits me when with her even but for a while,
My precious Marsha you have a lively spirit and heart,
Happiness is being around my little sweet tart,
Oh, Marsha. I’m buckled up and ready to ride,
You’re making all my defenses lower inside,
More and more my care grows deep,
You’re in my mind during the day and while I sleep,
My head is the ball and happiness your bat,
With you, in heaven is where I am at.
February 14, 2000
Weak in the knees,
Somebody help me, please!
I can’t help but get lost in her eyes,
That fact still takes me by surprise,
We’ve been together for years,
Together through good times and tears,
Out of it all, we’re still strong,
I know the choice to marry her wasn’t wrong,
I can’t imagine my life without her,
The years have passed by in such a blur,
Some wonderful times I can recall,
But she’s been there through it all,
After all these years she still owns my heart,
Every. Single. Last. Little. Part.
February 19, 2000
Oh, My Valentine
Hot cinnamon spice and all things nice,
A kiss that can melt any amount of ice,
A heart that can lift even a chained soul,
An embrace that can make me whole,
Eyes that softly convey words unspoken,
A touch that leaves my thoughts broken,
Lips that draw me in with a single smile,
Legs that beg to be caressed a little while,
Hair that I love to run my hands through,
A cute backside that I yearn to pursue,
A neck so soft that I can’t help but kiss,
How lucky I am to have a woman like this,
February 23, 2000
Candle Lit Wonder
Silhouettes flicker against the wall,
Candlelight shadows dance upon all,
Clothes are strewn by the bedpost,
Half empty wine glasses with reminisces of a toast,
The air is still with ecstasy churning,
Two bodies of warm flesh are yearning,
Lips touching lips,
Hands grasping hips,
Moans clash against the rhythm like thunder,
Over and under their tongues plunder,
Sweaty beads of passion bubble on their skin,
Restraint of fantasies growing thin,
Internal fire roaring in their touch,
Burning flesh crying out in every clutch,
Wetness warm and hot licking the neck
Every inch is kissed more than mere peck,
Naked body climbing naked body by force,
Moans shouted out without remorse,
The pushing and pulling of flesh,
Their breath became a wet hot mesh,
Savage passion roared through the fiery two,
A long moan, a gasp of air, and silence showed through,
Two bodies quivering holding each tight,
The candle smokes; the two fall into the sleep of night.
February 26, 2000
For my mood, no music fits,
Not even the popular hits,
Nothing feels quite right,
Not even a single sound bite,
I've tried something new,
I've tried my favorites too,
Nothing has the right feel,
What on earth is my deal?
Of music, I'm not sick,
But none of it seems to click,
All I want is a good song,
So why are they all wrong?
March 4, 2000
There are thorns with every rose,
But it's this one that I chose,
A beautiful one to inhale and view,
Yet I knew what I was getting into,
The thorns can occasionally sting,
But such happiness does she bring,
For 10,000 cuts I would gladly take,
Even still she’ll never be a mistake,
She can be delicate yet wild,
Not to mention sassy and mild,
I adore my little amber rose,
It’s her that I chose.
March 11, 2000
FLASH. Smoke. Burning wick,
Solid wax glazes and drips,
Candle on the desk.
March 15, 2000
Immaturity of Youth
The immaturity of the young!
Their maturing has only just begun,
Without mercy, they tease, and they taunt,
Till they get their fill of what they want,
They make fun of those different than they,
And give no regard to what they say,
For these young possess no shame,
For everyone and everything is open game,
There is no reason for them to be brazen and rude,
Nor is there reason for their ridicule to be so crude,
Wisdom and truth accompanies age,
I hope respect replaces their unwarranted rage,
Their manners are raw and uncouth,
Age should be no excuse for these youth,
May they become respectful beyond their years,
And learn to regret their victim’s tears.
March 18, 2000
I know it's naughty, but I just want to know,
Exactly how far are you willing to go?
We've talked about our fantasies and dreams,
But we really haven't broken through the seams,
Is there something you really want to do?
Are you bored and want to try something new?
I love the feeling of you held in my arms,
I guess I'm a sucker for all your little charms,
I just want to make sure you stay happy,
If that means more kink or me being sappy,
Different positions or under the moon's glow?
I know it's naughty, but I just want to know,
March 25, 2000
Glass Half? You Choose
Smoke and mirror to my left and to my right,
Smoke and mirror to my front and behind,
NO PATH TO FIND!
Though the labyrinth of life I seek,
LOST AND WEAK!
I feel the overplayed pawn,
Darkness at my feet,
I AM BEAT!
March 29, 2000
So soft and so kissable
The nape of your neck.
April 1, 2000
Flight of the Butterflies
Burst into Butterflies,
Right there before my very eyes,
Flight and fancy flutter up from the ground,
Dancing rainbows all around,
From a still almost painted scene,
Straight from a painter's wildest dream,
Floating brush strokes all in the sky,
Some dive and dart others glide by,
A gentle breeze mixes the colors before me,
Into the wondrous mixtures that I am blessed to see,
Beams of sunlight pierce the painted sky,
To exclaim the beauty, I couldn't bear to try,
Suddenly, as quick as it began,
The sky was still, and the colors returned to the land,
April 5, 2000
VHS and DVD
A singular smell, taste, or sight,
Brings memories back like turning on a light,
Some are good, some are bad,
They can make you cry or make you glad,
Strange how the littlest thing can trigger,
Emotional fancy or emotional rigor,
Oddity of the human soul and mind,
Always intrigued by what we find,
Like a VHS or DVD, we can always replay,
I wonder why we were made this way?
April 8, 2000
A four-octave print,
Wild colors and images,
Las Vegas at night.
April 15, 2000
Country music oh how I hate thee,
How did you ever come to be?
All sappy love or sad and drunk,
I prefer heavy metal or even punk,
It’s almost on every radio channel,
Guns, hunting, beer, and flannel,
Why do I live in a southern state?
On my nerves, it's beginning to grate,
I'll admit not all country is bad,
If it went off the air, I'd be glad,
It's hard to articulate my disdain,
Country music? A bullet to the brain.
April 19, 2000
Sun warmed dandelions bathe in the spring breezes,
So warm but when I think of you, my mind freezes,
Standing there with you, my hand interlocked with yours,
The love inside of me passionately roars,
Whenever I am with you, I am filled with such mirth,
I don’t have to think to know who caused its birth,
Laughter, gladness, delight and bliss, all in your name,
The words appear different, but you and they are the same,
Your meaning to me is more than jewels and gold,
My feelings cannot be bought or sold,
So truthfully, I declare that I love you,
Our lives may be fleeting, it’s true,
But rain or shine my love for you shall abide,
And I’ll forever proudly stay at your side.
April 22, 2000
By the Lake
Silence shouts out at the placid lake holding to the shore,
Coffee acorns are tossed from branches to the forest floor,
Silence is only broken by the sounds of the surrounding world,
Smells drift in the wind like sunshine with oak softly swirled,
Sunlight warmth caresses the helpless leaves of green,
The lake’s surface shimmers at the right angle when seen,
The earth itself is but a canvas of brush strokes and paint,
When it comes to beauty nature herself has no restraint,
The sky shrouds the ground in most brilliant of blue,
As they pass, travelers called clouds, possess a grayish hue,
Nature is soft, beautiful, elegant and understands itself,
Her differences do not matter for they are on their own shelf,
Then why can’t humans do the same with one another,
Just as nature has done, we must accept each other.
April 26, 2000
Field of Dreams
Over the field, the eagle soars high and proud,
The band marches playing clear and loud,
Like a blanket, a haze covers the field,
Light shone so no path of green was concealed,
Moths flew overhead so thick a knife couldn’t cut a hole,
Fans proclaimed their pride and inner fighting soul,
The fresh drum strongly beating,
The newcomers looking for seating,
Two uniforms prepare on the field,
Neither knowing what each will yield,
Clashing of plastic and leather,
Cheerleaders jumping like a feather,
Players act out their dreams the most determined they can,
They play to show they aren’t boys but each one a real man.
May 6, 2000
Say, what’s my name?
I don’t feel quite the same,
Say, what year is it?
I don’t remember one bit,
Say, where am I?
With you but where, oh my!
Say, who are you?
Wait! I know, what is my mind turning to?
Say, what is the time?
My poetic thought doesn’t even rhyme,
Say, what is poetic thought?
I can’t remember what I ought!
Moments alone with you spin me around,
If I’m not careful, I’ll be lying on the ground!
May 10, 2000
A hello from the distant past,
A long way for a line to be cast!
Quite the surprise I must honestly say,
But I hoped to hear from them one day,
That day was today, and for that I’m glad,
I had missed the conversations we once had,
Time and distance has that effect,
It’s normal for those to cause a disconnect,
The next time we talk who knows when,
But it’s nice to discover how they’ve been,
I’m bad about keeping up with friends of old,
But sadly, that’s not something that can be controlled,
May 13, 2000
I need your control,
I yearn for it deep in my soul,
I need your grip on my hair,
I need your claws where they dare,
I need your desire, no matter how depraved,
I need to be yours - enslaved,
I need your hungry touch,
I need my will in your clutch,
I need to give you all I am,
I need your flogger's slam,
I need your sensations and sparks,
I need to showcase your bite marks,
I need to feel you in every nerve,
I need to serve.
May 17, 2000
Why are you the dream incarnate, you inquire,
Because simply it is you that does inspire,
At night I drift to sleep with on my lips your name,
If I don’t, my dreams are just not the same,
When I fall into sleep, you’re there to hold my hand,
Knowing that you’re there, I don’t mind the sleeping sand,
In the darkness, in my dreams, you are my light,
You are there with me ever past the climatic height,
When I part from my sleepy dwellings, I hear you,
You I see in my cloudiness whether in the haze or through,
In the world awake I think of you my sweet,
Wishing the dream, I somehow could repeat,
But when I see you in reality’s light,
I just know you, the dream incarnate, is in my sight.
May 20, 2000
Worst of Luck
The worst of luck is what I own,
I tell you these days are the worst I’ve known,
One of my favorite pens I lose,
An obstacle hits me at whatever I choose,
My shower is broken and my bubble’s busted,
My zipper snapped, and my computer had to be adjusted,
My watch’s dead, and my idea is shot,
My shoes are lost, and I have an unrelenting knot,
Will this bad day turned week ever cease?
Give me some good luck or at least a small piece,
I tell you it’s the worst of luck that’s happened to me,
I just wish it would leave poor little me be.
May 27, 2000
Place another bet!
Hit the slots or roll some dice,
Sorry, the house wins.
June 3, 2000
Concrete Dance Floor
TAP TAP TAP
I can feel the beat!
SNAP SNAP SNAP
Music’s got me on my feet!
CLAP CLAP CLAP
Body and music meet!
June 10, 2000
Beloved are you,
Who pieced me together with love’s glue,
I was in thousands of pieces,
You stopped my pain, of which I never thought ceases,
Never I knew that love for me could again exist,
I was wrong and didn’t know I was still on love’s list,
So truly special you certainly are to me,
How much I love you I wish you could see,
I owe you so much to you my dear,
All I can give is my heart, love but simply me, without fear,
I love you is spoken to you every night,
Because you are my only love and my hope’s light,
My loyalty is yours; my obedience is yours,
Only you and toward you shall be all my amours.
June 14, 2000
There is only so much battery one can take,
Before one will emotionally and physically break,
In this ocean of turbulence, I fear,
For life, for love, and for all I hold dear,
I feel like I’m drowning in the waves,
I feel like I’m lost in the deepest darkest caves,
With no light, no hope of finding my way out,
No vibration, no echo, no sound when I shout!
There is nothing but icy cold water and frostbitten wind,
In the back of my mind, I wait for death to descend,
I know I must keep moving to stay alive,
My mind falters, and my body limps- how do I survive?
June 17, 2000
Oh, Fiery Kiss
Oh, fiery kiss,
Giving me a feeling I simply cannot dismiss!
My mind is taken and left blank,
My memory is gone, and my resistance shrank,
What happened? Where am I? Who am I?
Is it possible to get from her drunk or high?
With any kiss like that, I’ve got to ask,
But to remember to speak is a large enough task,
Dumbfounded with her taste at the tip of my tongue,
My lips moist from her hot kiss where desire sprung,
Her kiss beyond words or explainable reason,
Her whole kiss sends my body into treason,
My knees grow weak, my desire rises, and my breath is scant,
Breathing the air that she just breathed had its own enchant,
I’m helpless, and she knows how to make me that way,
She can easily keep me on my toes night and day,
Even hours after the kiss I cannot comprehend things,
How it is hours pass, but her spell still clings?
Giving me a feeling I simply cannot dismiss!
Oh, fiery kiss!
June 21, 2000
Strange how a day’s momentary ember,
Strikes your mind and makes you remember,
A place, a phrase, or smell will send you reeling,
Bring back a memory with such clarity and feeling,
Even to times you’ve not thought about for years,
Knocking the rust from our mental gears,
To relive a single memory can be pleasure or cruel,
For memories tend to be emotional fuel,
A memory may wrench a tear or coax a sweet smile,
To recall that which we’ve not remembered for a while,
Strange how memories can return from just one little seed,
Memories long forgotten, how strange indeed!
June 24, 2000
For the complex mind, it is the foggy white morn,
That clouds yesterday’s delight and scorn,
To lay your head in peaceful slumber,
There are the pillows of green and lumber,
The lush meadows are the beds where you can lay,
The tree patches are the bedposts day after day,
The soft drizzle is there to close your eyes,
Allowing your head to view the grayish blue reddening skies,
The bedposts are whispering sweet dreams to you,
The rustling leaves’ gibberish is not one we understand true,
Nor are the hieroglyphs upon the waters’ face,
All things have a fit, but humanity seems out of place,
Creation and interaction are wondrous things,
But we destroy and yet the nightingale sings,
We call ourselves human yet have animal action and thought,
Often, we fight and later not even know why we had fought,
Oh, how small we are in the theater called earth,
Are we Earth’s nightmare, that to be rid of us would be mirth?
We must try to change the nightmare to the sweet dream fair,
Or else she may wake and destroy the terrible nightmare.
July 1, 2000
Put out on my porch drenched with rain,
Somehow because, not necessarily by me, she feels pain,
The lightning storm keeps me company and the swaying pine,
I can watch the waters run along the gutter line,
She will come for me when she wants or has need,
And I shall wait, but internally I will bleed,
It hurts but I understand I’ve been set outside,
I must wait for wants’ welcoming tide.
July 4, 2000
4th of July, our Independence Day,
So why do I not rejoice and “hooray”?
Patriotism? For this USA?
Not this day,
Our government is corrupt and spoiled,
This is what we have fought for and toiled?
Fireworks, sparklers, red, white and blue,
To celebrate our country, this is what we do,
But what we’ve turned into makes me cry,
Happy 4th of July?
Our government is just a collection of political jokes,
Is this USA just a hoax?!
July 12, 2000
That possesses my heart,
Whom makes happiness tangible,
July 15, 2000
So worried about
A friend who seeks to take her
Own life to escape.
July 22, 2000
Path of Right
Sometimes it's hard doing what's right,
It's like taking a step into the night,
We know where it is that we must go,
Yet there is no light, not even aglow,
We must travel in a black unknown,
And wrestle the icy winds that moan,
We have faith that all will turn out fine,
And that life's balances will realign,
The path of right is truly a lonely path,
And it's best not to look at the aftermath,
To do what's right often carries a price,
Much akin to trials of fire and ice,
July 26, 2000
Solitary picture possessing no frame,
Stares at me with curious blame,
A picture I have many times looked at and held,
Still, she in the picture screeches to me I have failed,
In the end, maybe I did, but the joy did not,
Our relationship was an interesting lot,
Filled with surprises, real joy, and real happiness too,
What killed us was our time was much too few,
I still look at the picture with love in my heart,
My love for her had no end, but it did have a start,
Of all my life, God gave me those times with her,
And those special times I will treasure for sure,
I really will never be quite the same,
Solitary picture, possessing no frame.
July 29, 2000
Don’t Be Lost
I know you feel lost in the fog of the everyday,
But there’s something you need to hear, and I need to say,
No matter how thick the fog, I am always with you,
And I’ll continue to do so no matter what we trudge through,
You’ll have my unwavering support whenever you need,
You’ll have my undying love wherever you lead,
You’re not lost in the great unknown,
And you’re certainly not completely alone,
If you need to be held or just have a hand to hold,
I’ll be there even when we’re frail and old,
I never doubt what you can do,
And quite frankly neither should you,
I understand you feel a little shaky at the core,
But you’re stronger than you give yourself credit for,
Even if you feel like you’ve done everything wrong,
Trust me you haven’t, so continue to be strong,
Sometimes you must take the fog ever so slow,
But I’ll stand behind you no matter where we go,
August 5, 2000
Out of Sync
Feeling out of sorts.
I can’t deduce why that is.
Nothing seems correct.
August 12, 2000
An expedition of the heart is sometimes prudent to take,
If one is not careful, they may find themselves in heartache,
How can someone tell another how they feel?
When in fact, the person may not know if that feeling is real,
True that feelings can be deceiving, especially if it is love,
Confusion of love, lust, friendship and what they consist of,
Love is endearment and the feeling that is lasting and real,
Whereas lust is endearment based on physical appeal,
Friendship is endearment based on trust and care,
One must admit each has its own distinct flair,
Friendships are great but can leave you desiring more,
If you’re not careful, lust can leave you on a desolate shore.
Love results in the balance of lust, friendship, and care,
I’ll be certain to say love and life make a perfect pair,
August 16, 2000
I’ve got this feeling inside my heart,
That’s saying I don’t want you to depart,
It's something I’d dare not stop though,
I know just how much it means to go,
I know you’ll leave here,
But I can’t promise I’ll let you leave without a tear,
But when you’re gone from this place,
Look up every night at the stars in space,
Have comfort that I’ll look there too,
Because I’ll be thinking of my sweet angel- you
August 19, 2000
Tears fall, and I know not why,
It’s curious as to why I cry,
Could it be some random thought?
No, most likely it’s not,
Perhaps a memory from the past?
But no shadows did it cast,
It came from some emotional swell,
But its origin I can’t rightly tell,
Surely, I jest!
I’m certain it doesn’t come from fears,
And yet I understand not the tears,
Ah, to be human I guess,
Would I expect anything less?
August 26, 2000
In sarcastic exclaim, I say “That’s just super!”
Somehow, I’ve forgotten my cell phone in my sleepy stupor,
It’s not the first time I’ve done this,
Normally I’m good but this time was amiss,
It’s frustrating when I do this kind of thing,
Why isn’t it so easy to remember what to bring?
If I forget now, what about when I’m old?
Will everything I do be a reminder repeatedly told?
Maybe I'm too hard on myself here,
In the mornings, I’m just not in full gear,
I get up and trudge through my morning routine,
Making sure I’m shaven, dressed and clean,
I get my things from where they lay,
And I head out to start my day,
The whole time I’m sleepy and not quite there,
Me forgetting things happens a little more than rare,
I’d like to think these are isolated cases,
Then again, I leave my stuff in different places,
Maybe with better organization and a little more thought,
I’ll remember all my things as I ought.
August 30, 2000
Sinking Chair of Mine
The incredible sinking chair,
Sit in the demon if you dare!
Click! Click! Click! Pop.
When will this unholy chair stop?!
Spinning and spinning! Round and round!
I raise it up, and it lowers itself down!
A roll to the left, a roll to the right,
Why must this chair and I always fight?!
Bop! Bang! Kick and crack!
Click! Pop! Punch and smack!
We both have our own will,
I'm sure we'll both have the pain to feel,
A stupid chair will not beat me this day!
Hell! I shall not have a chair treat me this way!
Foul and unruly chair heed my threat,
You shall rue the day we two met!
September 2, 2000
With clenched teeth and swords crossed,
We knew we'd fight until one of us lost,
Thrust, dodge, slash, swipe, and block,
All the while we verbally insult and mock,
This fight is a matter of skill and pride,
Neither one of us was going to step aside,
It was certain one of us had to lose,
But we wouldn't allow fate to easily choose,
We fought with all our skill and might,
To the very end of this amazing fight,
We're still unsure who ended with the win,
Exhaustion smacked us with a rolling pin,
September 9, 2000
You expect me to sit in THAT chair?
Yeah right! I wouldn't even dare!
Firstly, it holds me way too tight,
And getting comfy is always a fight,
The height bar I always must pump,
And that seat is hard on my rump,
The padding in that chair is total crap,
That chair should be called a death trap,
There are two wheels that are stuck,
That chair does something mightily suck,
The darn thing tends to rock and squeak,
Someone needs to get rid of that antique!
September 13, 2000
Green cast iron.
Hot water and tea leaves.
Creates the elixir of life.
September 16, 2000
Clouds, squares, circles about,
Making people, places and things,
Main ideas in focus, background out,
careless to what my imagination brings,
Somehow, I am held and cannot resist,
Once the ride starts there is no stopping,
Every night it does persist,
What a ride when rising and dropping,
Dreams are the reflections of life and real;
They do and say what we do not dare,
Some hide from them others have zeal;
Dreamers make the dream hilarious or scare.
September 23, 2000
Liquid life stomping against the windshield,
The roaring hum of rain starts to build,
Windshield wipers smear the view,
What is watery image and what is true?
Noise of the day peacefully washed away,
No music, no voice with something to say,
Just blissful silence to appease the mind,
Only a feline and two humans I wish to find,
I go home to find myself, to escape to rest,
Little contact with humankind is best,
I feel myself slowly slipping away,
Overwhelming feeling to keep humanity at bay,
I am brought back by the visions of a watery field,
Liquid life stomping against the windshield.
September 27, 2000
The path illuminates before me,
Just far enough for me to see,
That this is where I need to be,
Where the path goes is unclear,
That in itself fills me with fear,
But to the path, I must adhere,
I know not where the path ends,
Nor its bumps, peaks or bends,
But I’ll travel where it intends,
September 30, 2000
Marsha, my love, and heart,
To tell you how I love thee,
Where would I start?
Marsha, I know that troubles abound,
For that is the nature of the beast,
For you no matter what my heart shall pound,
Marsha, the word I has been replaced with we,
Sometimes to my surprise yet it’s utter joy,
Know that I want us to forever be,
Marsha, my beloved and lover,
If ever you wonder where I am no worries,
I am on cloud nine in hover,
Marsha, if ever I seem absent or mute,
You’ve done nothing wrong,
I’m just off listening to love’s flute,
Love is Marsha.
October 7, 2000
Theater of Love
The house is dark, and the seats fill,
The rumbles of all the onlookers are real,
The actors are no actors for this play,
None of them know lines or what to say,
This, the theater of love, has now a bevy,
And the time to get underway is heavy,
The curtain rises, everything is ready and done,
The lights come up, Act 1,
The actors come, the story’s just begun,
Something happens, Act 2,
The actors smile, the feeling of love is new,
Love grips them, Act 3,
Hand in hand, they knew it was meant to be,
Together at last, Act 4,
Happiness and love, they feel for each as never before,
A promise, Act 5,
A decision is made, into marriage, they dive,
Friends agree, Act 6,
Completely happy, friends say an unlikely mix,
The curtain falls, and the lights go dark on stage,
Now it’s up to them to choose the next page,
The rumble goes down as all the onlookers leave,
The seats empty, the house is dark in the eve.
October 11, 2000
A nightly whisper brushes my pillow,
Outside, I hear the rustling leaves of the willow,
My whisper of prayer then goodnight to you,
Outside is black and starry where hours ago blue,
Thoughts of you intermingle with the day,
With a smile on my lips, I think of the important role you play,
That is, in my life and in my world,
Whether willing or not, it is there you are hurled,
I speak your name every day and every night,
You are my heart’s truest delight,
In my nightly ritual, your name is always spoken,
In this ritual, I take great care to assure it won’t be broken,
Across my pillow, images of you drift by,
Sandman’s visit leaves me cloudy and high,
So, when my last whisper brushes my pillow in the morn,
I awake softly with your name and a new day is born.
October 14, 2000
Please Not Today
Today I don't feel like writing,
Every ounce of me is fighting,
Churn out a poem? I'm sure I could,
Heck, even guilt is saying I should,
But it boils down to wanting a break,
Just a short sabbatical that I can take,
I knew this day was forthcoming,
In the distance, I heard its drumming,
Writing daily has taken its toll,
That constant pulling against the soul,
Writing flows through my blood,
But I feel like I'm drowning in the flood,
I'm quickly becoming less inspired,
My muse and I are both very tired,
I don't enjoy burning out from writing,
A break really does sound inviting,
October 21, 2000
I feel the need to reconnect,
It’s not a feeling I can dissect,
I miss my friends of old,
Our friendships are now cold,
No one is singularly at fault,
But I still feel the cut with salt,
Is it possible for them to recover?
An answer I'm afraid to discover,
Too much time may have passed,
It may not be possible to be recast,
I'm not even certain I should try,
Nor do if I know if it's one I can deny,
For whatever reason, I feel the need,
Unknown, if I'll succeed.
October 25, 2000
Either do it right
Or don’t do it at all,
Else we waste our time!
October 28, 2000
The cauldron black,
Just outside the witch’s shack,
All manner of creature in communal hush,
Aromas drifting under limb and brush,
Can you smell the stew?
Use your imagination to know what’s in the brew!
Fire and logs under crackle and smoke,
Don’t breathe in too deeply you might choke,
Look to the windows beside the door,
Do you see the candlelight glow coming from the floor?
Apple cider smells float to the moon,
The midnight hour will come soon,
Go ahead and sneak to the windowsill,
Don’t move, be very still,
Look up, and smoke is seen,
Written in the sky are the words Happy Halloween!
November 4, 2000
War Drums of the Future
The ground is shaking ahead of me,
From the clouds of dust, I cannot see,
The future pounds its heavy feet toward me,
Closing on my position the future sounds,
I feel helpless as my heart pounds,
Closer and closer the loud drum sounds,
Can I be David and take on the giant,
Or will there be no room for me to be defiant,
Will I be able to defeat this towering giant?
The war drum sounds with blood in the eyes,
Gray and dark blue are coloring the skies,
The future can see the fear in my eyes,
There’s nowhere to run and nowhere to hide,
It’s coming at me even from far inside,
No other choice but to stand and fight if I can’t hide.
November 11, 2000
Somehow things don’t come out the way they should,
No matter how hard you wish they would,
Then again, the situation could be right,
There is much more wisdom in hindsight,
I used to mock my parents for their ideals,
Now that I’m older, I’ve seen much and know how it feels,
I was invisible, and all was a contest I wanted to win,
I guess invisibility grew stale between now and then,
I should have done what my parents had said,
It was all for my good, for they feared I would turn up dead,
Yet I would not have changed things, for I am who I made,
Even still, it’s wise to listen to what the elders bade,
November 15, 2000
I find myself missing you,
When you’re gone, what else am I supposed to do?
You’ll return soon I know,
But still, I wish you didn’t have to go,
But what can I say?
Gone or not, I love you every day,
All I can do is sit and wait,
With hope, you’ll arrive early,
But I’ll be here, even if it’s late,
I miss you, not having you is more than I can bear,
But just know I’ll be thinking of you with love and care.
November 18, 2000
Pulling in, pushing out,
Ah, the rhythm of my heart!
Oh, a blaze within of fire,
Crackle and pop, higher and higher,
Ah, the rhythm of my heart!
Harder, louder than the gong,
Ah, the rhythm of my heart!
Timpani of flash and screaming sound,
My heart dancing round and round,
Ah, the rhythm of my heart!
Marsha is THE music divine,
God is the composer of all time,
Oh, the key! Ah, the rhythm of my heart!
November 23, 2000
Happy Turkey Day
There's so much I could say,
But I'll simply say thanks,
And happy turkey day!
November 25, 2000
Friends and family,
Around the wooden table,
For them I give thanks.
December 2, 2000
You move too near to the open,
To the open door of my heart,
The last person left it broken,
You move too near to the open,
My hesitation is left unspoken,
I pray you won’t tear it apart,
You move too near to the open,
To the open door of my heart,
December 9, 2000
Winter weather comes,
On clouds and whispering winds,
Crystalline and white.