Category: Poetry

Dreams That Speak Into, But Wake (villanelle poetry)

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(This poem is in “villanelle” style – I wrote it when someone bet me that I couldn’t do one… I won.  Enjoy. )

Dreams that speak into, but wake
With their somewhat arms surround
And hold me tightly, though I quake

They are of frightenings, which now ache
In this night time I have found
Dreams that speak into, but wake

Holding close the dew in flake
I wish it now to touch the ground
And hold me tightly, though I quake

Dream on, dream on, to end’s forsake
I’ll run wildly ‘til I’ve found
Dreams that speak into, but wake

At last, I reach the born daybreak
And grasp at last, through hollow sound
And hold me tightly, though I quake

I stop to rest; I pause and take
A final breath, which tightly wound
Dreams that speak into, but wake
And hold me tightly, though I quake.

(Great explanation of “villanelle” here: http://www.uni.edu/~gotera/CraftOfPoetry/villanelle.html

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Electric Fences and Your Tongue (poetry)

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Some things go together
And some things don’t:

Creamed corn and tennis shoes?
Applesauce and mayonnaise?
Chocolate pudding and lima beans?
Rabbit fur and axle grease?
Turtles and tire tracks?
Piano keys and my friend?
Leather and thumb tacks?
Green beans and light bulbs?
Brains and my cousin?
Splinters and teeth?
Cow manure and bare feet?
Chuck and up?
Sandpaper and bottoms?
Tartar sauce and jelly?
Root beer and refried beans?
Lemonade and sauerkraut?
Greasy hair and a hot date?
Electric fences and your tongue?
Marshmallows and microwave ovens?

Like I said,
Some things go together,
And some things don’t.

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Booger Pie (poetry)

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Booger pie
Wouldn’t be so bad
If it weren’t so salty.

A sprinkle of this,
A dash of that,
And all of it goes together.

Serve it warm
Or serve it cold
Still neither one is better

Maybe sugar
Is the trick
To balancing out the flavor.

Or could it be
That boogers are meant
For eating from your fingers?

Which would you pick?

…P.S. – My son says “crunchy ones” are better.

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Death Hordes Upon the Town (poetry)

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Into the ways of evil walk
The men from all abroad
They sample fare from here and there
With none so fair as all.

And with the wispy wind does blow
A lifeless cast of death
They beat upon the chests their own
And cringe no more, beset

They’ve come to maim, to cut, to kill
And wreck all goodness here
The hordes have set upon the town
To end all lifeblood dear.

From North, from West, from East, from South,
The deadly droves are brought
To do the bidding of the one
Who sends against the sought.

The day of peril has come on
It seems to know no end
But we shall see by morning’s light
If life will come again.

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A Glance Across the Room (poetry)

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1.
A glance, a smile
Across the room
Coffee shop fades away

Into the mind
A story goes
And brightens up her day

She had been lost
No hope could see
No lover’s arms surround

In a moment
All could change
A love twinge may be found.

2.
Now in the room
Sits perfect chance
To start with hope anew

To find with luck
His smile as well
If only could be true

She looks but sees
He has removed
Himself from place across

Her heart now falls
In broken mess
Upon the floor in loss

3.
Dreams are dashed
She will return
To evenings all alone

Sit and wonder
What comes next
To anguish and bemoan

She starts to leave
And looks outside
At day now without care

Then some words
Do greet her ears
“I did not want to stare”

4.
She turns and sees
To her delight
Her hoped-for standing near

“I thought you’d gone”
Is her reply
It leaves her mouth so dear

His grins release
His love inside
“You had me with your smile.”

Now, years have pass’d
But love still flows
“I do” well past the aisle.

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Would Be Sweet (poetry)

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Grey clouds sit
On demons’ wings
And fight
with my mind nigh

They cause in all
The wakeless dream
And fight
with thoughts aside

If rustle roused
And caused to me
Dearest
Heart to beat

The end would not
Sit by and wait
Dearest
Would be sweet

But, alas
‘Tis not the way
Of all
For me to taste

But love still waits
Withholds and tight
Of all
Will give no haste

Is peppered here
Within my mind
The dulled
And muted clang

Of rounded reach
To nothing touch
The dulled
Bell hardly rang

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Fickle Words (poem)

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Some words I claim I’ll write
Stay often day and night
They wander through my mind
But “EXIT” they don’t find.

I wish they’d come to front
Stand up or pull a stunt
But to the back they go
And toss me to and fro.

Then when they’ve grown to tire
Of things down in the mire
They stand as is if say
“We’ve changed our names, today.”

Ah, phooey!
I think I’ll be a plumber!

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Love You’ll Find (poem)

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Life has meted out for us
Joys and even still
Ways to see abounding love
Reckoned of free will

It meets us with a blinding light
It meets us in the dark
Yet every time it meets us still
Adventures will embark

People come and people go
Sharing lives entwin’d
Even with the heartaches there
Love is what you’ll find

Allow the universe to speak
To tell you what it knows
Allow it movement in your heart
And love you find will grow

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To Freedom Leap (poem)

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The maze we walk
In muted tones
Tries to keep us bound

Inside our minds
So we don’t see
All the freedom found

Outside the walls
Is noon day sun
Ever shining bright

It clears the head
And frees the soul
With angelic light

Why stay to tread
Infernal halls
Making hearts to weep?

It’s climb o’er top
To taste fresh air
And to freedom leap.

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In Glory’s Light (poem)

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Delight’d by thoughts
That joy withholds
Nothing in sight
Of mind’s eye’s gold.

It fends instead
Off wiles and woes
That take the shape
Of garden rows.

We stand and breathe
In glory’s light
And hold the helm
That makes it right.

To seek the sought
And make it known
Will car’y me well
To my home.

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