Loving Stares

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You don’t get it

you can’t understand

and yet for my sake

you always say that you can,

         you say you do

but I know that's for me

And for this

         I’ll always pray

that you'll never see

        

Loving stares

         can reveal so much more

than a thousand words

         anesthetically poured

Loving stares

        can reveal so much more

than a thousand words

       anesthetically poured 

I’ve never cared 

no not before

It’s a shame

     but it's a pity more,

 what is, is

         in the past, it’s a-gone

and it ain't coming back                  

times change and so do we

   always wrestling with the troubles

of trying to get free

and we often say those things

      that we don't mean

hoping, praying, it was only a dream

                 And I feel blessed

to have had you there

                 I feel blessed

to have someone that cares

and for this 

I can never repay

I can only promise to 

be yours everyday

     forever yours, 

forever near

   with only love 

          and never the fear

Posted for Open Link Monday at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.  Check em' out and get your fill of some wonderful poetry.  

As for this piece, well it started off as a poem, then turned into a song.  If anyone out there has a good voice and would like to sing it, I'd love to hear it.  

A Once Young King to Be

Squinting

from apologies 

sentience sordidly

twizzled about

like cotton candy 

or perhaps taffy

is more appropriate here

In the paramount of spires

qualms barb

in ribbons and lace

Perfunctorily dancing

the evenings away

All for the salivary pleasures

of a very, very evil man…

Alice sings

about a once young

king to be

And

And

And…

For Open Link Monday at Real Toads

Dusk's Lament

Lost in the cordial of afternoon

A somber fray consumes

the lingering of mourning

Escalations build

inside the cages

of a parting sun

Ignored in the evening breeze

are the rising tones

of never-wills and what-have-beens—

Altering each chain of choice

are muddied customs

too oft denied it’s voice

A dawning breath still speaks

of laziness and idle grief

Directionless yet reacquainted

a spirit of tomorrow

For what was lacking

has been replaced

by this loss we share

Shared alongside the wonderful poetry on display over at

 Imaginary Garden With Real Toads for Open Link Monday

The Dewy Decibel System

It’s the sound of squishiness

it’s the wild wonder spelled in glass

steam, printed atop the coldly sung surfacing

of freshly coated skin

It’s the carousel of the everyday

It’s the lightning rod ever on display and

burgeoning despite the squalls

of abhorrent screams, seemingly always

attracting dismay

It’s the mystery of order

It’s the conjecture of absolute reimaging

It’s the way a pixel can represent

both a dot as is, or a dot alone without

the foundation of what one day

will be a heart, a home

Of moist collections,

wiggling atop deep green blades and

slushy puddles of childhood exuberance

that sweetly spell out the squishy sounds

posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.  

Lady I Defend

Star Spangled, Etch point eyes,

cross hair to the cranium,

from both side,

tomorrows welcome,

fore tonight I die,

A philosopher and a peasant,

sat beneath a crumbling home,

next to the spot where mail once would go,

the wisdom transferred in that hour,

devoured all the knowledge

that boy had known,

My country, I honor you amidst the showers,

I devote my every hour,

my bountiful, I sacrifice my youthful days,

blessed I am to have seen lime coloring in this life,

tonight and for forever,

in dying I survive,

Beautiful lady, I confide,

my queen of liberty, in which I cry

I do not question, yet in this final moment,

left for me to honor you, I request your ear one last time,

I am dearly scared of what shall greet me on the other side




For this week at Open Link Monday at Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads, Kerry mentioned the idea of revisiting a poem that's gone forgotten, which was one of many options to consider this week.  So, because it is Memorial Day here in the States, I thought I'd look back through the archives and see about finding a piece that hopefully fit the Soldier theme I wanted, plus did go relatively forgotten.  This piece was one I originally posted in March of 2011, about a soldier's return.  Make sure you stop on over at Real Toads, check out all the great poetry on display at Open Link Monday, and while you're there, link up a poem of your own.