by Ryan Lee King
The following collection of poems capture my thoughts, my dreams and random life events that occurred throughout 2009. 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 3, 2009
Friends in the Hourglass
Time hasn’t been so kind
To many of my old friends,
From the outside there’s
More broken than mends,
It seemed like there were
No limitations to our dreams,
But looking at the present
They fell apart at the seams,
I don’t think anyone’s dreams
Came out quite as they planned,
Some dreams found success
Much more simply got canned,
In the end some of my friends
Came out no worse for wear,
For the rest- their lives
Would make for a horror scare,
Back then the goal was to be
Popular, smart and wealthy,
Now I wish they were just
All safe, happy and healthy.
January 10, 2009
Today it seems the words just wish to flow,
Like molten lava- hot and powerful as they carve,
No destination or method for which they go,
At this rate won’t my creativity exhaust and starve?
For I know not the cause of this word eruption,
But they continue to spit, spew and flare,
One thing is for sure it’s causing quite a disruption,
There are things to do not word related I swear!
To stand in its way is pure suicide I tell you true,
I fear all I can do is obey and work it till the end,
For hot lava does exactly and only what it wants to do,
Because simply put there are words to be penned.
January 14, 2009
Face to Face
Face to face and touch to touch,
Moments like these I love to clutch,
Special are moments I spend with you,
No matter where we are or what we do,
When you are near, it’s like a dream is before me,
You are my fantasy, my love, my hope, don’t you see?
Have you any idea what to me you mean?
You mean more than anything ever done or seen,
I am yours, my dear, in every way it seems,
You, who walk among the elegant moonbeams.
January 17, 2009
How the hell did I just turn 29?
That was supposed to be years down the line,
So much has happened in the last decade,
Looking back the memories just cascade,
I found a wife, had a child and purchased a home,
Achieved a real job and around the world, I've gotten to roam,
I managed to write lots of poetry and a book,
I've matured and gained a new outlook,
I've lost and made new friends,
With old ties, I've even been able to make amends,
There have been bumps along the way,
But where there's tomorrow there's a new day,
Some goals were easy other required sweat and tears,
But I think I've been rather successful in the last ten years,
People say from this point life goes downhill,
But just yet I don't think it will.
January 24, 2009
Fat White Boy
I was called fat white boy today,
Accurate, but an insensitive thing to say,
I know I've got a lot of weight to lose,
But comments like that only tend to bruise,
To my recall, we've never even met,
So, the derogatory statements I don't get,
You merely passed in my direction,
And I did nothing wrong in reflection,
Unprovoked, you took words and begun to stab,
I ignored you and your prejudiced gab,
Was it my girth or my white skin?
What meanness you have deep within,
What made you up and spout off like that?
To tell a perfect stranger, they're fat?
Were you not raised better than this?
Your manners, sir, are in complete remiss!
Perhaps this is how you get your thrill,
Even so, I hold toward you no ill will,
Perhaps one day you'll learn respect,
And learn to keep your words checked.
January 31, 2009
A Sea Of M&P
Lost in a sea,
A sea of M&P,
Pages of paper set afloat,
Me, without preserver, paddle or boat,
No land in sight,
Passing days blend with the night,
Italics, underline, and bold,
Like the waters, the words are ice cold,
Nothing about this place is uplifting,
I've forgotten how long I've been drifting,
Documents, folders and paper clips,
Sail by me like passing ships,
Rescue is looking grim,
I'm not sure how long I can continue to swim,
I'm taking on water and beginning to drown,
The weight of the sea trying to pull me down.
February 7, 2009
Yuck. I don’t feel so good,
Throw up? Yeah, I think I could,
Uh-oh. My stomach has started to churn and swirl,
Ugh. I think I’m going to hurl,
Well. I’d swear I was fine a few hours ago,
Now? Unholy chunks I’m about to blow,
First. I felt the initial stage of “ick,”
Then. I felt a little queasy and sick,
Surprise! In the back of my throat a little bile,
Help. I’m trying hard not to toss on the bathroom tile,
Ack. I feel sick whether I stand, or I sit,
Gross. I just threw up a little bit,
Oh boy. I think I might just go and lie down,
I better do it quickly before I moisten everything around,
February 14, 2009
Flesh of Mind
For I passionately yearn for her touch,
But rejects me, for she wishes not such,
For all else is coveted but me,
Faint but fleeting desire I am I see,
At a whisper’s notice, I go to her to please,
Otherwise, I am but as a silent breeze,
I brush against her skin only to be swatted away,
Yet that be her wish, I, for the occasional play,
Physical intimacy and romantic mind,
I begin to wonder if that I cannot find,
Love only in the mind, no pleasure by flesh,
For I desire them both in a passionate mesh,
But alas she rebukes and rejects me,
Does this always have to be?
February 18, 2009
I love her more deeply than anyone could dare,
No matter the weather, poor or fair,
I love her as my lady and my friend,
And every moment with her I’ll defend,
I give her my hunger with open arms,
I give her my love without harms,
I give her my love full of trust,
I give her my loyalty as love demands I must,
I give her my obedience with complete care,
I give her my trust without despair,
I know happiness is not a legend but real,
I know because of the way she and I feel,
She is an absolute dream
More magical than any moonbeam,
I love her complete and true,
She keeps my sky the brightest of blue.
February 21, 2009
Fragrance of flowers and vanilla, in your fire brown hair,
Ever loving, giving, and filled with care,
Soft lightly tanned skin with a natural hue of gold,
Your heartfelt gaze of amber eyes takes me into hold,
Humor, acidic yet tastefully done,
Heart as impressive as the rising sun,
Sweetest laugh that makes me grin,
Mind focused on you 24-7, could that be a sin?
Light crimson lips where a voice of heaven comes,
Slightly reddened cheeks hold the loveliest hums,
Oh, the lady who is of my life an important part.
Oh, the lady who regards my heart,
February 28, 2009
Work is a merry-go-round that I can’t get off,
My balance is gone, and no air can I quaff,
Round and round, I continue to spin,
That’s the way lately it’s been,
If I keep trying to focus, I get sick,
It feels like it’s going around awfully quick,
I want things to slow down, if only for a bit,
Sometimes I want so badly just to quit,
But then I remember why I do what I do,
And that it’s something I must suffer through,
I want so badly to close my eyes and wish it all away,
To just escape the workload from day to day,
When all is spinning out of control,
It’s hard to meet the deadline’s goal,
On the corporate ladder, there’s no room to climb,
Cause there’s too much work due in so little time,
I can’t let go of the bars to fight,
Because I’m getting hammered left and right,
Alas, work keeps spinning like it or not,
And I'm lodged in the most uncomfortable spot,
Holding on to the handlebars till it slows,
Beaten, bruised and a bloody nose.
March 7, 2009
The game is on,
Excuses be gone!
An end move is within sight,
Now is the time to fight!
Moves I must carefully choose,
To ensure this game, I won’t lose,
Moves forward I must make,
Can’t afford another mistake,
Of the future, I take claim,
It’s time to rule this game,
Dreams are on the line,
This game is mine!
March 14, 2009
Feelings of loneliness seem to lurk,
For writing is truly solitary work,
It's felt when we look up from the page,
The extent is quite hard to gauge,
Sometimes we yearn to frolic outside,
But between the pages is where we hide,
Sometimes we desire to be with friends,
But we must see how that chapter ends,
Sometimes we wish to open up and share,
But many times, we wouldn't even dare,
For writing is truly solitary work,
Feelings of loneliness seem to lurk,
March 18, 2009
My Own Worst Enemy
Why am I fighting myself getting this done?
It’s like fight or flight but write or run.
My behavior isn’t making much sense to me.
I’m just not wanting to let the words free.
I keep going back and asking myself why.
And my answer is a giant shrug and sigh.
I’ve yelled and tried to sweet talk them out.
That didn’t work and certainly not the shout.
It’s as if I don’t want to write and yet I do.
I’m a dichotomy, but that’s really nothing new.
I only wish I could figure out what’s my deal.
I hate fighting against my own stubborn will.
March 21, 2009
The Airline Lost My Bag
The airline lost my bag,
Man, what a drag,
Not once but twice,
Yes, not so nice,
The first time wasn’t so bad,
The second time I got mad,
How can they screw up so much?
How do they get away with service as such?
The first time the bag was quickly found,
The second time the bag was nowhere around,
I went to the lost and found to open a claim,
I wasn’t sure which airline was to blame,
Several calls to follow-up ensued,
All of which put me in a foul mood,
After 5 long days went by,
I pretty much told my bag goodbye,
At this point, I had given up all hope,
And told myself to suck it up and cope,
Without warning, I get a call from my spouse,
My bag showed up at our house!
My airline experience was a real shame,
Now flying will never be quite the same.
March 28, 2009
Oh, sometimes how it strikes me with fear,
To know how deeply I hold you dear,
If love had weight, then I wouldn’t be able to move,
My love for you I try, but I might not always prove,
Your happiness is very dear to little me,
As it always has and will constantly be,
How deep in my heart are you nestled there?
Far in my heart with the most absolute of care,
I crown you queen of my loyal heart,
Of me, you have and rule every single part,
My sweet, I love you with all soul, flesh, and emotion,
Just small words from you can put my heart into motion,
Oh, sometimes how it strikes me with fear,
To know how deeply I hold you dear.
April 4, 2009
Is there no such thing as peace?
Because the things to do never cease,
There’s never free time in which to bask,
Because there’s always some must-do task,
It drives me crazy beyond belief,
That I can’t catch a spare moment of relief,
I might get an inch here or an inch there,
But a real span of free time is rare,
I dream of a day where all I need to do is what I want,
Where errands are replaced by the occasional carefree jaunt,
I dream of a day where work doesn’t make my head throb,
Where I’m the boss and sole judge of my job,
I dream of a day where all my stress can have release,
Where finally I can get some semblance of lasting peace.
April 11, 2009
Her Foul Mood
In rapid succession,
Her tone becomes caustic and rude,
The yelling and fussing only underlines her mood,
All she does is bark and yell,
Like this, she’s a living hell,
I hate when she acts this way,
I’m glad she’s not like this every day,
She strikes without cause and without care,
Frustration and anger roll off her tongue, razor dipped,
Must all her commentary be acid lipped?
With the things she tends to say,
Does she not know she drives me away?
Once this mood has tragically begun,
All I want to do is run and run.
April 18, 2009
Go or Stay
Do you want me to go or do you want me to stay?
Things just cannot stay this way,
One minute you need me the next you need space,
How can a relationship like this keep face?
I can’t take much more of this push and pull,
I’d imagine this is like riding a broncing bull,
The heart is fragile and can’t take the abuse,
Either keep me or let me loose!
I won’t lie when I say I deeply care,
But what you’re putting me through isn’t fair,
Please search your heart for what you want to do,
If our relationship is to be this way I can’t stay with you,
My patience and heart are beginning to fray,
Do you want me to go or do you want me to stay?
April 22, 2009
I’ve given her my heart,
In hopes that we never part,
I’ve given her my trust,
In faith, I must,
I’ve given her all I’ve got,
By any means, that’s a lot.
April 25, 2009
In work up to my eyeballs,
With back to back phone calls,
It went from bad to worse,
You probably heard me curse,
I thought I was busy before,
Yet somehow, I ended up with more,
I’m not certain that I can do it all,
But I can’t afford to drop the ball,
Trying not to let it stress,
But surprise due dates press,
Buried alive with no reprieve,
Under more work than I can believe,
There's no feasible escape route,
How will I work my way out?
May 2, 2009
Riding to work, stopping at every step and station,
Dreading what awaits me for I have no motivation,
It isn’t the same company I applied for long ago,
Some days it’s hard not to be a no-show,
Our leadership doesn’t see beyond their greed,
Much less toward what our customers may need,
How can I work for this empty shell?
It was so much better when it was a Bell,
So now I’m forced to drag myself in,
To hide how I feel and put on a false grin,
Working here makes me feel empty inside,
There’s no job satisfaction, loyalty or company pride,
Pep talks only make me want to gag,
Causing my motivation to continue to lag,
Words mean nothing if their actions don’t match,
A good day at work always seems to have a catch,
When I get caught up and can hold my own,
I get bombarded causing a good day to be blown,
This place has forced away every ounce of drive,
There’s no more ambition to succeed and strive,
And yet, with all this, I still manage to care,
And I think that’s the root of this despair.
May 9, 2009
Damn! I've got another pimple,
You'd think skin care would be simple,
Ugg- Why is it always on my nose?
Geez- This freaking blows!
I try to keep my face oil free,
But those pimples won't leave me be!
I think they appear out of spite,
Seriously- I think they just might,
I get these things in scores,
I have that many clogged pores?
Scrubs and soap get the same result,
Why am I cursed with acne as an adult?
May 16, 2009
The paper is blank,
Apparently, there are no words left in the tank,
Just swirling vapors and bits,
Did I empty the tank in my last creative blitz?
Good gracious I hope not!
But in the word department, I've got squat,
Is there nothing more my soul can spew?
Why is it so hard to write something new?
Do the tubes just need a little grease?
It's taking what's left just to write this piece,
Oh, this is not a good sign,
Because I've got other writing projects waiting in line,
I'm not sure how I can create from what doesn't exist,
But if I can't, I'm going to be pissed,
Writing can't always be games and fun,
Sometimes it just must get done.
May 20, 2009
Future to Be Born Yesterday
Across the fields of yesterday,
I think back almost every day,
Of life, of love, of friendship past,
So many things that did not last,
Why is life so ad interim and small?
Somehow, it’s a breeze or a big brawl,
Things fall into place,
Or you slip and lose face,
No matter, we should look ahead,
Despair? No! Bright-eyed instead!
The future is what we make it,
Don’t forsake it,
May 23, 2009
Curled into a knot,
Heartache in my chest.
May 30, 2009
She wants her southern candy,
She really wants her Andy,
He delights in bringing her a rose,
He's already ready to propose,
Hours upon hours they love to talk,
Hand in hand they like to walk,
Her cheeks blush as she giggles,
They kid around by giving tickles,
They're always thinking of each other,
It's obvious they care about one another,
Who knows what the future will be,
One way or another we'll see,
June 6, 2009
Ah, so this is North Carolina I see,
Beautiful scenery such as the dogwood tree,
The fern wisps and ruffles in the gentle breeze,
Cardinals and blue jays jump and sway through the trees,
Squirrels chatter and pick the acorn,
Long fields of tobacco, cotton, and corn,
Apple orchards blossoming and making cider and butter,
Rolling hills, breathtaking mountains and blue beaches to make a heart flutter,
Peaceful, serene, elegant landscape and more,
Eagle, hawk, raccoon and wild boar,
Dashing buildings, remarkable landmarks,
The wildlife preserves, the green forests, and parks,
Sand dunes and salty sea air,
Mountain lion, fox, fish, and bear,
Splashing waves, swaying sea grass,
Green marshlands and the beautiful mountain pass,
Many come to visit; proudly it is home to me,
Ah, so this is North Carolina I see.
June 13, 2009
For time and my heart are in an endless fight,
Why you ask, it is because of the word, “Goodnight,”
True that it's only a word, yet something I dare not chant,
To say goodnight to you- I simply can’t,
Its meanings are not at all few,
Especially in my heart and thoughts of you,
Time is the enemy, and I must go it seems,
I love you and bid you sweet dreams,
Remember its meaning whenever it must be said,
To say it brings pain and a heart weighed down with lead,
Never forget that I always think of you,
Sunrise through sunset and even my dreams too,
With love and a kiss, “Goodnight.”
June 20, 2009
Mesh of Days
The days extend and mesh,
Taking toll on the spirit and the flesh,
As if were one excruciating long day,
For its ultimate end, I kneel and pray,
I stay so busy, and that’s why they blend,
Seriously this weeklong day needs to end!
Logically, this stretch of time can’t go on forever,
But right now, it feels the end will come never,
I daydream of easier days and lighter loads,
All the while they get harder, and the work explodes,
The piles of responsibility and work are far too steep,
Even so, I need to take more breaks and get more sleep,
If I don’t, I feel like I could easily burn out,
And I’d rather not go that route.
June 24, 2009
When it comes to M&P,
Why is it that none can agree?
Everyone wants it their own way,
Everyone always has something to say,
I just don’t get all the bickering about,
At all of them, I just want to shout!
Is a common consensus too much to ask?
Is this really such an insurmountable task?
From the looks of things, it is,
Don’t tell me it’s the nature of the biz,
There are too many egos trying to assert,
All the while treating each other like dirt,
I’m quite sick of it all if you ask me,
Why can’t we make one decision and let it be?
Huffing and barking isn’t going to resolve,
Why can’t these people just evolve?
Opinions are important that I’ll agree,
But people shouldn’t lay them out in royal decree,
Gail force attitudes aren’t something I want to weather,
So, for a change, can we just work together?
All this arguing is quite counterproductive,
Let’s all instead do something constructive.
June 27, 2009
Gift and Forgiveness
One act of the future brings my forgiveness to bare,
My forgiveness, I now whole fully declare,
You are forgiven for your hurt and misery you caused,
You are forgiven the dagger you left in my heart paused,
You are forgiven of the blood my soul dripped,
You are forgiven of the goblet of pain that I have sipped,
You are forgiven of the collar you left upon me,
You are forgiven of the horrible lonely tear-filled sea,
Your memory will be honored at the last,
All because of a gift that you held out from the past.
July 4, 2009
I'm almost out of my tea,
How can that possibly be?
Should I ask for a little more?
Or finish and be out the door?
Well, that does it, the tea is gone,
I'll feel guilty if I don't move on,
I'm sure it's probably time to run,
But the crux is that I'm not done,
Arrg! If I get another, I can stay,
But the unused might get thrown away,
I only like to order what I know I'll drink,
This perplexing conundrum makes me think,
If I stay, I'm hoarding a much-needed seat,
Then again, I could always get a snack to eat,
To quote a song that everyone should know,
Should I stay or should I go?
July 11, 2009
Critiquing old work,
Teenage love poems are shit,
There’s no style or wit.
July 15, 2009
Gorgeous, how can you say you're not?
Whenever I tell the truth of it, you deny it on the spot!
Come now, truly you cannot believe I am wrong,
Yet you say I am, but this feeling about you is strong,
Don’t you dare deny it my dear sweet,
So, on this debate, you might as well accept defeat,
Ugly you’re not! Ordinary you’re not! Pretty you are!
If you believe otherwise from the truth, you are sure far,
Believe it or not but the fact remains true,
When I think of beautiful and gorgeous, I think of you,
So, you’d better not deny; it’s you through and through,
If you accuse me of lying know that my heart will bleed,
So, if you think I’m lying to you, you’re wrong indeed.
July 18, 2009
Is it true or false?
Technology is our friend,
Backstabber, I think.
July 25, 2009
Upon My Lips
With her legs spread wanting and wide,
I couldn’t help but bury my tongue deep inside,
Maybe it was the heat from her moist thighs,
Maybe it was the grip of her pleased sighs,
But at the very first taste,
I knew never a drop would go to waste,
Upon tasting her folds, I was intoxicated by her scent,
With abandon, I went at her with greater intent,
Her head tilted back savoring the bliss,
While to her sex I continued to lick and kiss,
Such a feeling to have her flesh upon my lips,
Her juices down my chin, my hands upon her hips,
Overload to the five senses was taking its toll,
Before I knew it, I had lost all control,
Down to me, she smiled,
Knowing full well how she’d driven me wild.
August 1, 2009
The practice of writing is ultimately a solitary task,
Yet loneliness isn't something in which to bask,
We seek camaraderie and moral support,
Be it in the form of a group or a single cohort,
I'm pretty sure none of us choose to be alone,
Save for when we're in the zone,
Sometimes we don't have the support we need,
Despite how much to the universe, we might plead,
If there's a chance to commune with our kind,
You better bet the time we'll try to find,
Many of us write different genres and lengths,
But we can share in our weaknesses and strengths,
That allows us to improve and power through,
To reach our goals and whatever else we do,
I can't say if writing friends are a need or a desire,
But I could probably say both without being a liar,
August 8, 2009
My precious little bookworm
You still capture my heart,
But I can’t say very much for
It’s been that way from the start,
I see you reading your
Books quietly in our bed,
Through the years there’s no
Telling how many you’ve read,
But when I lay there and
Simply watch and stare,
I giggle because it makes
You want to pull out your hair,
If I didn’t love you
Then I wouldn’t tease,
So, pardon me if I continue
To watch and stare- if you please?
August 15, 2009
Every single step you make,
Every single walk you take,
I’ll be right there for you,
Every single breath you take,
Every single danger you stake,
I’ll be right there for you,
Every single pain you bear,
Every single story you want to share,
I’ll be right there for you,
Every single care you offer,
Every single time you share your heart’s coffer,
I’ll be right there for you,
Every single secret you express,
Every single problem that may distress,
I’ll be right there for you.
August 19, 2009
Feel This Way
Her lips are more delicious than the sweetest cherry,
When kissing her, I am forced to delightfully tarry,
When it comes to my lady, no one could compare,
My life I believe no one except her I could with share,
It’s difficult to recall my life before her,
It wasn’t as great then as it is now, I’m sure,
The glimmer in her eyes can water my dry mouth,
I just smirk at her accent with a pinch of south,
Amazing that I could fall so deeply in love,
Sometimes I can aim for the moon and fly as a soaring dove,
Of course, I’ve been that puddle on the quiet street,
It always happens with her smile when we meet,
When I hear her voice, dreams awaken and reality runs away,
What is it about her that makes me feel this way?
August 22, 2009
Got to Be You
You’ve got to me, that part is certainly true,
But how it happened still leaves me without a clue,
It must be the wind that shuffles your hair around,
Because when you’re near, my heart likes to rapidly pound,
No, it must be your eyes that bewitch and seize me,
Because when I look into your eyes from them, I need not see,
No, it must be your smile that makes me happy when sad,
Because when I see you smile things aren’t so bad,
No, it must be your passionate, tender touch,
Because believe me nothing could be better than such,
No, it must be the voice that makes me dance happily along,
Because I love your voice and your intoxicating song,
No, it must be intellectual wit that grabbed me at the first,
Because when I think about it, you quench every poetic thirst,
No, it must be your romantic nature that holds me close,
Because when I’m with you, I love every single loving dose,
No, it must be your smirk that has me on the edge of my seat,
Because when I try to figure it out, I get tricked or beat,
No, it must be that undeniable sweetness you possess,
Because when you’re with me, I feel it in your caress,
No, no, I know what it is honest and true,
Because it most definitely must be just you.
August 29, 2009
She's not the most sexual creature out there,
But sometimes she does let down her hair,
She’s truly devoted to reading her romance book,
But for me not so much as a hungry look,
Against her books, I come up dead last,
I shouldn't be surprised given actions past,
On rare occasion, she comes to me to feed,
With a wonderful animalistic need,
But those times are far and few between,
As our time together has certainly seen,
I guess books are more pleasurable than I,
Evidence wise it's kind of hard to deny,
I'm jealous of this literary affair,
It’s all about the books- there is no share,
A pinch-full of attention is all I get,
It’s hard to keep from getting upset,
She always has books nearby or in her hand,
Her addiction I'll never really understand,
I wish there was an answer to this riddle,
But to her books, I'll always be second fiddle.
September 5, 2009
Finishing a Project
Finishing a project really feels good,
Especially when you thought you never would,
Of course, we always plan and hope to finish,
Somewhere in the middle hope starts to diminish,
And more ambitious the plan seems to be,
Bumps in the road isn’t something we foresee,
Life and creative flow aren’t always in sync,
Sometimes I just look at the paper and think,
Can I really do this? Am I really a writer?
Only near the end does the outlook look brighter,
Writing does not always want to flow,
But it doesn’t matter; I still must give it a go,
To finish sometimes, you must push through,
It can be one of the hardest things writers do,
The only thing stopping you from finishing is you,
So, are you going to quit or do what you got to do?
Me, I chose to stick to it and fight it out,
Even though I had serious self-doubt,
I am what I am- a writer writes,
Writing mornings, afternoons and nights,
Writing is pretty much a guarantee,
If I get money, great, but I’ll still be writing it for me,
Finishing a project has almost a sexual feel,
The relief and release are just indescribably unreal,
I’m never sure I want to experience the journey again,
But when one project is done a new one is set to begin,
September 12, 2009
What will I write about next?
The blank page and I are both perplexed,
With my previous piece, I just got done,
At the time, it was hard work but looking back it was fun,
I’ve taken my little breather of a break,
But for my next writing project, I’ve begun to ache,
The question is, what will it be?
I’ll probably coax it out over some good music and hot tea,
Should I restart an old project that’s been collecting dust?
Or submit to fresh ideas and their wanderlust?
Should I bask in old characters with their familiar faces?
Or explore the lives of new characters and unfamiliar places?
It’s such a trivial plight,
But what in the world will I write?
September 16, 2009
Out of nowhere a fit of sneezes!
Was it allergen tainted breezes?
I’d think not since I was inside,
How many sneezes can my body provide?
One after another it seems like rapid fire,
Did my immune system suddenly backfire?
I was fine merely moments ago,
Now I’m sneezing with all-out gusto,
What the heck is going on with my nose!
All this non-stop sneezing blows!
How long can this sneezing fit really extend?
For goodness sake, when will it end?!
September 19, 2009
There’s always something that must be done,
From midnight to well past the setting sun,
A never-ending cycle of tasks to complete,
Always a dragon for the hero to defeat,
In hindsight, much of it was by choice,
But frustration still gets a voice,
The tasks seem to endlessly repeat,
That repetition causes my patience to deplete,
My willpower to complete them begins to diminish,
The longer that it takes me to finish,
I wish there was a way to hurry things along,
For my patience is only so strong,
My motivation to keep going is unsteady,
For all that is holy, can’t I be done already?
September 26, 2009
Sometimes it’s better to just leave her be,
There are times she just doesn’t want me,
Mostly due to my needless critiques,
It’s never my opinion that she seeks,
Still, I can be there for her but no,
So instead I drop the issue and just go,
I retreat away to let her silently heal,
Until once again she gets to an even keel,
It’s hard to see her this way but alas,
It’s better not to tread on broken glass.
October 3, 2009
It was then that I saw her,
My little sexy saboteur,
Distracting me from my toil,
Sending my lust to a boil,
Only wearing a mischievous smile,
She teased and flaunted her guile,
On my lap, she sat face to face,
Her silhouette I began to trace,
Of what I was doing I lost all track,
My thoughts and ideas went black,
This was an opportunity not to waste,
My wife’s lips I wanted to taste,
I pulled her in and held her tight,
Kisses followed and a playful bite,
It was most certainly time for bed,
There were hungers that needed to be fed,
October 10, 2009
There’s nothing I
Wouldn't do to see you
Smile just this one time my sweet one.
October 17, 2009
This I’ve noticed below the sunlit skies,
The waves of beautiful blue in your eyes,
Waves from the seas of thought,
Through the eyes, unspeakable lies can be caught,
I can see and almost feel your emotion,
Especially, when I gaze into your eyes in motion,
Whenever you’re upset and silent,
The waves are crashing and violent,
When you’re content or happy, I can tell by your look,
For I can read your eyes like an engaging book,
The waves of beautiful blue in your eyes,
I can even see them under the moonlit skies.
October 21, 2009
Part of The Process
Writing is a process, that much is for sure,
There’s a lot a writer must weather and endure,
But having to plot and plan,
Let me be the first to say I’m not a fan,
I want to throw caution to the wind and just write,
But if I don’t plan, edits will be a nasty fight,
People have this romantic view of putting words to page,
They don’t see the work that goes into each stage,
I respect the effort authors put into their books,
It’s certainly harder to do than it looks,
I love writing with all my heart,
All but that whole plan and plot part,
I don’t have to love it to know it’s got to be done,
Writing is a lot of work but chock full of fun.
October 24, 2009
To Have Yet Never Have
This is the perfect bed,
Without you, its warmth is dead,
A thirst I can never quench,
A hunger I can never bench,
Not one kiss on my lips,
Nor caressing of your hips,
I beg to make love!
It is returned by an emphatic no and a shove,
How can you be in my bed,
And never desire to have the hunger fed?
Sent away like a scolded child,
When all I wanted was to make love, god forbid wild!
It seems to make love is more dream than real,
I know we make love and yet this is how I feel,
I beg for a mere taste,
To be waist to waist,
But NO! I am to lay and wait,
All for not it seems as late,
To look upon hunger's hope and whim,
And yet to know such hope to be honestly dim,
Confusion, hurt, and dismay,
How do I encounter this every day?
October 31, 2009
All alone in the night,
For my life, I fight,
Teeth bearing down,
On my back and upside down,
The beast above me,
I can’t see,
Its breath rotten and hot,
Upon my face, it’s dripping snot,
Can’t fend off its attack,
Its eyes soulless and black,
I can’t seem to yell,
Damned demon dog from hell!
November 7, 2009
Sensuous and warm is your smile,
That I’d walk any path or withstand any trial,
Seductive and alluring at mere sight,
That I’d follow you even into the darkest night,
Tender as your tears is your kiss,
So sweet I’d do anything not to miss,
Thirst quenching as nothing before,
There is no one like you now or evermore,
Golden embers in your glistening hair,
Every moment with you, I wish to share,
Breathless, attractive, all and more,
Always winning no matter the score.
November 14, 2009
How can it be this hard to lose weight?
I know it took years to get in this state,
So, it goes to reason it'll take time to lose,
That and some work with my walking shoes,
But that's how that cookie crumbles really,
To think it will melt off is just plain silly,
If I don't apply myself, it won't come to pass,
I've got to get off the brake and hit the gas,
Reason wise, I’m there but action I’m not,
It’s like I have some strange motivation rot,
Surely, I can’t be as lazy as I likely appear?
For goodness sake, the goal is clear,
I just need to get off my ass and stick to it,
I don’t have the luxury to sit back and quit.
November 18, 2009
Why is there so much work to be done?
I don't want any of it- I want some fun,
Have you seen the work that's begun to stack?
I really need to get a serious plan of attack,
I swear for every bit done more appears,
It’s almost got me in uncontrollable tears,
I wish I knew of a way to offload this junk,
Or lock it away for good in a forgotten trunk,
At least this mess isn’t the slightest bit boring,
Trust me my stress level is really soaring,
Sadly, for work to be done, there’s no drought,
I’ve got to buckle down and knock it out,
November 21, 2009
So Very Tired
Holy crap I’m so tired,
I’d prefer to be a tad bit wired,
My eyelids weigh a ton,
Not good when you’re under the gun,
No chance for sleep to renew,
My eyes will have to settle for tape and glue,
Across the face, I could use a slap,
Or behind me an ear-piercing clap,
My brain is enveloped by a cloud,
Entombed in a thoughtless shroud,
Oh, for goodness sake,
I must stay awake!
November 25, 2009
Hitting the road for our normal holiday travel,
The traffic is enough to make anyone unravel,
There are lines of cars as far as the eye can see,
All trying to go the same direction as me,
It’s almost an annual tradition these days,
To get up with the first signs of the sun’s rays,
To hit the happy highway to see our beloved kin,
It’s as if we’re all some modern-day caravan of Bedouin,
I don’t recall when this tradition truly began,
When I married, had a kid or used my first moving van?
Sure, I wish the holiday travel I could skip,
But I still do it because, in the end, it’s worth the trip,
November 28, 2009
Tore up bedding,
Empty bottle of wine,
Do not disturb sign,
Locked hotel door,
Clothes on the floor,
Breath still fresh,
Flesh against flesh,
Nails and biting,
Moans and screams,
My vivid dreams.
December 5, 2009
Moments of passion never thought before,
Between two friends and now much more,
Never even considered before, feeling that I now admit,
Hopes and dreams I glimpse upon, spirit’s candle now lit,
Soft fingertips do I with reach,
For our future, our only guide is love; it will teach.
December 12, 2009
Not feeling all that inspired,
That and I'm a little tired,
Must force myself into the chair,
To bleed words without care,
I don't relish days like this,
My work could be hit or miss,
But I don't have any choice,
The soul must have a voice,
December 16, 2009
One thing goes absolutely right,
Then all else wants to FIGHT!
When something should go so smooth,
It ends up stopping at every little grove!
Black is black is black,
Except when you turn your back!
With so many wishes and suggestions,
Why do we only have questions?
December 19, 2009
Forty steps below.
I am unworthy of you,
My little goddess.
December 26, 2009
We've Got This
Okay, I'm pretty sure we've got this,
We'll either hit the mark, or we'll miss,
But I'm not planning on the miss part,
I'd rather us win this from the start,
Our head down but eyes on the prize,
Flexible and ready for any surprise,
Not sure what could await us ahead,
But there's really no reason to dread,
There's no storm that we can't weather,
And we'll do it hand in hand together,