What He NoticedHe noticed that her hair was as blonde as the sun,
perfectly brushed, hanging loosely about her shoulders.
He noticed that her lips were as red as crimson,
curled slightly up, in an everlasting smile.
He noticed that her wedding ring glistened in the light,
a band of gold, a reminder of good times past.
He noticed that her eyes were closed as if asleep,
those beautiful blues, the windows to her soul.
But what he noticed most of all was a heart no longer beating,
a chest no longer rising and falling with breath.
"This deafening silence; O to hear her laugh once again!"
As she lay there now in her eternal bedchamber,
her lifeless body as still as the hands of a broken timepiece,
he couldn't help notice, no, he couldn't help but notice...
That his life would never be the same.
Yours, my loveYou are the light that still shines on meYours, my love3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
FOr you I will pine eternally
YoU were the one who did set me free
YouR love will always my comfort be
RoseS smell sweetest, my fragrant plea
SouL unto soul and heart unto heart
FoOlish is one who would tear this apart
EVery love has hardhips right from the start
Eternity's for those who choose ne'er to part
How Do You Say Goodbye?When he's only fifteen and his life has just begunHow Do You Say Goodbye?2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and he's barely spent six thousand days under the sun
... how do you say goodbye?
When he'd just got his temps and had eyes on a 'vette
and could sprint half a mile without breaking a sweat
... how do you say goodbye?
When the world keeps on spinning but your heart barely beats
and you're no longer serving up his favorite treats
... how do you say goodbye?
When the sun keeps on shining and the sky's azure blue
and you realize he's not here sharing this day with you
... how do you say goodbye?
When life keeps on living but inside you're dead
and you can't keep his image from haunting your head
... how do you say goodbye?
When a mother loses her son to an untimely death
and his picture and trophies are all she has left
... how do you say goodbye?
"Please someone tell me... how do I say goodbye?"
On Bended KneeOn bended knee he knelt, and asked her for her hand.On Bended Knee2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She shed a little tear, together they would stand.
They'd build a life as one, he'd love her through the years.
She'd gladly bear his son, he'd help her with her fears.
The years went by so fast, gray hairs and weathered skin.
Yet still their love held fast, they stayed through thick and thin.
Children came and children went, now grand-babes on the way.
They couldn't wait to hold them, nor could they wait to play.
Then one cold winter night, he caught a fevered chill.
She doctored him with love, he took her little pills.
His fever never left, the days grew cold and hard.
She dreamt of days gone by, him working in the yard.
When it seemed that all was lost, and he was near the end,
she got on bended knee, knelt down beside her friend.
She looked up to the heavens, and prayed with all her might.
If only He would hear, then things would be alright.
As she looked into the night, the moon cast such a glow!
The stars were shining bright
The Little BoyThe Little Boy2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The little boy prayed that perhaps one day,
his mommy and daddy would stay and play.
Mom's always caught up in some messy fray,
dad is never home to play anyway.
He prayed this way...
"Dear Father in heaven I love you so,
hear these words from Tommy down here below.
I promise to be good, and this I know,
your love is like a river, it ever flows."
He went to bed and dreamt the night away,
playful dreams and happy thoughts did hold sway.
When he rose he hoped today would be the day,
that mommy and daddy with him would stay.
But as he looked around, he knew they'd gone,
off to live their lives leaving him alone.
The nanny made him toast, gave the dog a bone,
nothing really changes here in this home.
But as he slept that night, a voice so calm,
said: "Listen to me son, my little Tom.
Your prayer to me was like a pleasant Psalm,
your words to me felt like a soothing balm."
The very next day as he awoke from sleep,
his mom and dad were there, it made him weep.
The promises they
What's in a name?What's in a name?2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When a child is born no one can see,
what sort of person he'll turn out to be.
Is his future set in stone by past history,
can it be determined by the family tree?
When a child is born he's given a name,
a name that when new is free from all blame.
But when he gets older will he still be the same,
or will he cause his parents much suffering and shame?
When a child is born the parents rejoice,
to create a new life is clearly a choice.
But when he grows up will he raise up his voice
against hatred and war and bias with poise?
When a child is born nobody can know,
just what's in store, how the future will go.
But if he is cherished so his spirit can grow,
his name may then honor those who love him so.
LegacyI despise that by design I am destined to dieLegacy3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I’m desperate to find any way I can to defy
It’s simple to see life offers no sequel
And no opportunity is created equal
Life is flawed, full of indelible kinks and crinkles
No matter how hard you press iron steam to wrinkle
Let it be; instead of reveling in damning hate
I plan to paint my fate by hand
And carve my own identity as destiny dictates
I’ll invent my own recipe
And give the world the best of me
Let the rest of me sink in obscure seas of time
Lend my heart to art, breathe in life with each line
Exhale excellence and seize what’s rightfully mine
One-half man submerged in human history
One-half idea to live in fame or infamy
For centuries existing beyond my mortal misery
With these words of wizardry and different sensibilities
Some intellect, introspective thoughts and humane empathy
Maturity, courage, a strong sense of humility
Talent, support, a showcase of my abilities
And honestly, a lot of luck in the f
Masquerade at Windsor HallMasquerade at Windsor Hall2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Gallant sirs and debutantes arriving at the ball.
A masquerade on friday night, down at Windsor Hall.
Cocktails flowing, band is playing, winner takes it all!
By the time the party's done it's on the floor they'll crawl.
Silk-laced gowns and three-piece suits and faces that are masked.
Homely Archduke's daughter's there (surprised that she was asked!).
Woodford twins arrived at ten (weren't asked and so they crashed!).
Gals of Downton also came, in adulation basked.
Truth be told, behind the masks and costumes made of wool,
are rotten chaps and spoiled debs who suffer not a fool.
And if you think these words of mine are harsh or mean or cruel,
reflect that if they had the chance they'd drown you in the pool!
Fly Me To The MoonFly Me To The Moon2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Fly me to the moon and I'll sing a lullaby
we'll make our dreams come true, we'll soar high 'bove the sky.
With moondust in our hair and starlight in our eyes,
we'll wish the world away, hear no more plaintive cries.
Sail with me to Eire and we'll sing a bonnie tune,
we'll frolic on the shore, we'll run along the dunes.
No one there will harm us or cause us e're to fear,
we'll only see the good, shed only happy tears.
Run with me to Eden and we'll play amongst the trees,
we'll taste each juicy fruit, suck nectar with the bees.
We'll run with pure abandon and sleep with pleasant dreams,
we'll navigate the landscape, bathe in crystal streams.
Ride with me to Avalon on horseback in the rain,
we'll stop at every town, we'll race with every train.
With no one here to stop us we'll leave this awful place;
let us go in haste, leave this town without a trace.
Fly me to the moon and we'll never have to die,
the universe is ours, we'll sail through endless sky.
With a rainbow as our guide and
Have you ever?Have you ever loved so much it hurt?Have you ever?2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Have you ever lost and loved again?
Have you ever felt as low as dirt?
Have you ever found then lost a friend?
Have you ever hugged a baby close?
Have you ever held a tiny hand?
Have you ever kissed cheeks like a rose?
Have you ever had fun in the sand?
Have you ever wished for something more?
Have you ever jumped the gravy train?
Have you ever helped someone who's poor?
Have you ever felt another's pain?
Have you ever lost someone in death?
Have you ever felt the sharpened blade?
Have you ever seen the last drawn breath?
Have you ever wished you just had stayed?
Have you ever praised the One above?
Have you ever knelt down on your knees?
Have you ever cried just like a dove?
Have you ever begged the One who sees?
Have you ever sailed into the sky?
Have you ever walked upon the moon?
Have you ever scaled a mountain high?
Have you ever rode the big balloon?
Have you ever dwelt upon the past?
Have you ever prayed for once again?
Have you ever wishe
News BluesThis is an exercise in reading between the lines.News Blues2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Separate fiction from fact;
stand right here and form a pact
to never disregard tact.
When the headlines feed
I sit down and read
Let's pull the roots of rumors;
operate on these tumors
then revel in good humors.
When arguments brew
I welcome the true
Please try not to act the fool;
you may become one more tool
in the elite's game of pool.
When the network news
I take up the blues
Don't lose track of the wording;
is all that I'm forwarding.
Werewolves, vampires, and ghostsWerewolves, vampires, and ghosts, oh my!Werewolves, vampires, and ghosts3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And here I was sure they were friends.
Bela, one night, for my neck did try,
till his cape got caught on the fence!
Werewolves, vampires, and ghosts, good gawd!
Am I dreaming or is it all true?
When Lon grew a beard I found it quite odd,
was it real or he used super glue?
Werewolves, vampires, and ghosts, good lord!
Am I in Transylvania or what?
Casper came callin' one night, I was bored,
and then green-slimed me right 'cross the gut!
Werewolves, vampires, and ghosts, oh please!
I say enough is enough is enough!
I wish to gawd these wackos would cease,
before I grow fangs, turn into a wolf!
Werewolves, vampires, and ghosts, all gone!
In reality, they never were there.
But thank you for coming along on the con,
truth took to flight on a wing and a prayer!
The best in meSoft lines freshly written slandered all over the paperThe best in me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fresh words in the atrocious handwriting of its creator
Drops of ink besmirch this once so lovely wooden table
As sunlight falls on it on a warm day in April
Tapping of one’s fingers to the rhythm of these very lines
Pondering if this truly is what it defines
As the pen scratches over that sheet of paper
Until the rhyme is finally to the liking of its shaper
And when asked why he wrote that simple little piece
If he thought about writing it or if it was just a simple caprice
He smiles as he gives an answer to which everybody will agree
’’I do it simply because it brings out the best in me.’’
Through an Angel's EyeThrough an Angel's Eye2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Some see the world through rose-colored glasses,
some see it only as bad.
Some see man split into one of three classes,
some see it only as sad.
They say that the eye to the soul is a window,
some feel such notions are lame.
Still others may prefer to focus on shadow,
some seek out fortune and fame.
To see the world softly through colors sublime,
requires a heart that is pure.
Yes, to see the world as an angelic rhyme,
the eye must be steady and sure.
Through the eyes of angels she captures our world,
the wonder of God in her lens.
By virtue of her work beauty's unfurled,
earning her many a friend.
Dream(e)scapeI close my eyes and disappearDream(e)scape2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
beyond the winding paths of my subconsciousness
There are so many shiny objects there
waiting to be picked up and remembered
Dreams hiding away from the light of day
dreamt again in the darkness of night
Unfolding as I delve into them
I open doors I had forgotten I had closed
peering inside the dusty chambers of my secrets
Long forgotten memories resurfacing in new shapes
I jump into a magic suitcase
following the subway through morphing landscapes
Colourful people wearing colourful masks
are getting ready for their performance on the stage
I walk amongst them like a silent ghost
Just a spectator watching the show
A puppet master dictating the moves
I am the playwright writing the script for my dreams
I fold my hands and watch as it unfolds
until I wake up from my dream(e)scape.
Bagpipes are for lasses (A Scottish tale)The dawn is just a breakin',Bagpipes are for lasses (A Scottish tale)3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
across this ol' hilly land.
Me heart is sorely achin',
o'er the lass who'd held me hand.
As I glanced 'cross the gloamin',
the sunrise' castin' shadows.
I'd hoped to see her roamin',
toward that familiar meadow.
'Twas there that we shared our love,
one so soft and sweet and true.
'Twas there the clouds swirled above,
in a sky so ever blue.
Alas, one October mornin',
when the skies had turned to grey,
and the rain began a pourin',
the lass upped and walked away.
So each morn I face the east,
and I play these bloody pipes.
This poor lad's plea will ne'er cease,
'til his lass comes home for keeps!
The Fragility of LifeA little girl was born on a beautiful summer day,The Fragility of Life2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
by the time that she was two she'd learned to talk and play.
The next thing mommy knew she was now a child of ten,
playing with her Barbie dolls and sometimes with her Ken.
Then came sweet sixteen, with a car and a boyfriend too,
to her the world was kind and good with each day born anew.
On her graduation day her mom and pop were there,
the thought of sending her to Yale was more than they could bear.
Top of the class was she, now her future's on it's way,
but a baby came that year, she gave the child away.
When she'd finally made the grade her parents were so proud,
the crowds would come to see her, her name they'd shout out loud.
The doctor said the cancer had returned to haunt again,
her husband by her side was a gambler and has-been.
Her world was falling down, there was nothing she could do,
she thought about that baby girl she'd left at twenty-two.
Then one day when she was blue a knock came at her door,
the little girl
Just Because...June was the month I first met my love,Just Because...3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Upon first sight, a gift from above!
Soft was her voice like that of a dove,
Twas God on our hearts a tapestry wove.
Before a year passed our lives were one,
Ever so many nights we had fun!
Children were planned, before it was done,
Angels were born, two girls and a son.
Ups and downs and soon they were gone,
So here we are, our work is now done;
End of a chapter, and yet we sail on!
Secret WoodI am lost in the verdant green,Secret Wood2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a jungle of star-shaped leaves
that travel among the seas
and linger in my eyes.
And I am soaring high...
With the tranquil evening air,
the whispers of my prayers
that flicker everywhere
into the magical fusion.
This is my summer illusion...
To behold the very sight
of a youthful fairy's night.
She's Mine NowI'm taking herShe's Mine Now2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm claiming her
nothing you do will stop me
from loving her
you mistreated her you never loved her
Always late, always forgetting important days, and full of excuses
but no more
She's mine now
stop trying to find her
just back down
I will fight you for her
because you are nothing
and she's everything
she's truly happy now
so leaver her alone
Her Song.She holds on to your memory.Her Song.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Keeps your picture near at all times.
Dark curls and green eyes.
Perfect white teeth.
A sharp chin.
When she sits down at the keyboard to play;
She'll hear the words in her ears:
The sound of love.
'I love it when you smile..'
Her fingertips grace the keys, black and white.
Turning pink and red.
'You ARE beautiful'.
The sound of countless sunsets fills the dusty room.
Your arm flits around her shoulders, it is but a memory.
Just a memory.
You are a ghost that listens to her talk to herself.
You are the air against her lips.
You're nothing but a memory.
The sound of picnics in the park graces your ears.
She never would have done this without him.
A helping voice in her ears;
'B flat. No, no baby, B flat.'
The sound of heartbreak fills the room.
She has to stop the song.
You won't come back.
She went, all dressed in black.
A single rose.
And a tissue under her nose
Golden SoulGolden SoulGolden Soul2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
A man by the name of Robert Frost said that “Nothing gold can stay,”
Because it is “nature’s hardest hue to hold,”
But with that, I have a rebuttal that may keep the fading, away
And while every single thing on this Earth will eventually become old,
It doesn’t mean they will become grey,
And just because the exterior may lose its color, it doesn’t mean the soul won’t stay gold
Because if you live a good life and bring happiness to others, how will those memories ever fade?
While the exterior is the hardest to maintain, memories stored within will never grow old
Because while we look at the exterior and think of many different ways to keep it shipshape,
The exterior is the thing that will always fade, but one can be immortal if he has a golden soul
The feelings I can't expressTimes like this when I can’t find the rights words.The feelings I can't express2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Times like this when I find myself crying.
As I have no way to express.
But this pencil twirling in my hand.
Sometimes I’ll make art, and proudly show it.
Sometimes I’ll make shit, and quickly destroy it.
With either I find they both seem to end in the same way.
With a simple message, strewed through long and tedious words.
That could be said much simpler, and probably has.
But still I say it, for it’s all I have.
The Color of Your EyesThe Color of Your Eyes2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I remember the day we met, a chilly one but fair.
Your hand eased gently into mine, birdsong was in the air.
We walked for what seemed like miles, you whispered to me your name.
I really loved the way you laughed; life was to you, a game.
We spoke intellectually about life, hope, and love.
I wondered if you were an angel, sent down from above.
The sun was brightly shining, with puffy white clouds on high.
But what really got to me that day, was the color of your eyes.
Decades now have passed us by, good times as well as bad.
Many of those days were happy, some of the nights were sad.
Children have come and gone for good, empty nesters we are.
Since then we've spent many a night, naming all the stars.
One thing, though, has never changed, and of this you can be sure.
I wouldn't trade a single day, my love's complete and pure.
And though I've witnessed many laughs, as well as many cries,
Those gentle orbs still get to me, yes... the color of your eyes!