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The Cure

You used to say, "I am not
an alcoholic." But I can tell
by the looks of that glass, you were
definitely searching for something.

Something I guess you couldn't find
being a husband to mom. Something
not in the joys of fatherhood. And nothing
found, after your tenth can of beer.

Did you ever stop to think, you
should have left the search with God?
Get up out of the Thunderbird, and
get down on your knees to pray.

A Pensive Platform

Here I sit
Stilted again
Weathered and worn bag
Still heavy in hand

The seat that I sit on
Is comfortably stiff
Many before me have
Sat here, I guess

The view from this seat
Is misty with rain
Through the grey paddocks
My eyes constantly scan

Distance is short
Lived from afar
Oh, now I'm listening hard.
Just as I thought
Here comes the train.

Compromised Travel

There's a bag I hold dearly
Heavy in hand
Weathered and trampled

I've made this bag see
The world beyond
It's deeply scarred skin

I know this bags treasure
(Perhaps not all meant for me)

Loosening the grip
I should let this bag free

How is this done?
When the bag is content
And I, the holder, be filled with lament
That the bag may drop, at best be unhinged
Or may be broken & laid out to rest

Now picture this... I communed with chaos and conjured up an ancient conquistador by the name of Quetzalcoatl. He called me a chickenshit coward before grabbing me by my cranial consciousness container; and with a chiropractic crack, just like that, my chakras connected and I channeled the grizzled ghost of Ol' Ronnie Reagan. He gurgled a “Hello” and grumbled, “Just Say No” ...

Game Up

You played a game;
You thought me dumb;
You dumped your blame;
You checked my pulse;

I'm knocked down, but not out;
I'm ready, for another round;

You examined, my quieting thoughts,
You looked for signs of life;
In your face, like a rock,
I'm ready to fight, a ball of fire;

Lurking in my soul, there's a beast;
Protecting my heart, healing peace;

Dreaming Of A Beautiful Night

Am dreaming of a beautiful night
A night devoted for just you and me
A night when you will hold me tight and Kiss my lips
Am dreaming of an erotic night, a night you will romance me like crazy
Making me feel like I am created just for you and you for me
Am dreaming of a beautiful evening
When I and you will take a walk on the street of snow
Am dreaming of a beautiful night
When I will find myself fall asleep just to get awakening by a sweet kiss
Only From you

A Chair On The Porch

A chair, on the front porch, I stew;
I sat, absorbed the view;
The universe, I'm drawn into;
It's source, I quietly knew;

Birds sang, in smelting heat;
Babies fed, on mother's beak;

Life's unfairness, deprives;
Inner peace, locked inside;
My wit's end, have arrived;
Another day, another strive;

WORDS

I do whatever I can to escape them-
I run around the courts chasing a ball
Like a ravaged sweating bull, focused on the point.
Music helps, especially blasting, like Bach
In four voices so there’s no room for another;
Reading the musical notes while playing guitar
Is a good remedy, like a crossword puzzle
Of soft sweet thumps by the plucked notes.
Occasionally I have orgasms which work,
At least for that spectacular 10 seconds,
But then I go back to those damn words,
Making broken sentences in my head

Happiness Begins

Happiness begins with blessings from heavens above,
Happiness begins with all that I prayed for,
Happiness begins with what every man dreams of,
My true happiness only begins with your love...

Happiness begins with sacrificing my whole life,
Happiness begins with bidding loneliness goodbye;
Happiness begins with crying all my tears away,
My true happiness only begins with withthe next day...

The Crow's Gotta Go

Yellow roses
Sometimes turn black
When the person who loves them
Gets thrown off track

How does this happen?
The answer's unknown
One reason might be
The crow hasn't flown

Crows are smart birds
Knowing how to deceive
If they feel at home
They'll choose not to leave

As scavengers
They devour their food
With non-picky taste buds
Their habits are crude

Gardens can't bloom
If crows eat the seeds
They don't give a damn
Just think of their needs

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