Living the Poetry

I went for a walk today

in search of poetry.

A little inspiration

in something I might see.

 

It wasn't a particularly beautiful day, 

Cloudy and a bit cold.

 

But from time to time 

the clouds would part 

and wash the world in gold.

 

It wasn't quite mesmerizing 

still no poetry came to me.

 

So I decided to take a load off,

and parked myself beneath a tree.

 

I just sat there for a while 

to see what I could see.

 

And what struck me most 

was that there was no one,

not a soul around but me.

 

Well, that's not exactly true.

There were a couple birds up in this tree,

but they were busy doing bird things,

not at all concerned with me.

 

And a squirrel up on a power line, 

also without a care,

as far as I could see.

 

And in that very moment 

a poem came to me.

 

But I did not write it down,

I just enjoyed my time under that tree.

 

I'll save the poem for later,

because I'm living the poetry.

No Words Needed

 

In the midnight silence they embrace. 

Cheek to cheek and face to face.

Two brave souls join as one, 

no words spoken.
Conversations of silence,

stories in sighs.

Everything is written 

in the depths of their eyes. 

Hearts beating together, 

not in unison,

but one for the other.

In the rhythm of love, 

not the tension of lovers.

The warmth of embrace, 

cheek to cheek face to face. 

A moment shared, 

a feeling, a believing.
In loves light they stand,

Cheek to cheek, face to face,

hand in hand.

Two souls join as one, 

no words spoken.

No words are needed.

Four kisses

 

One for yesterday, 

One for today,

One for tomorrow, 

And one for forever.

Yesterday's kiss is long and sweet, 

covering all the times we miss.

Today's kiss is full of fire, 

searing with passion, 

it has no time to reminisce.

Tomorrow's kiss is a promise 

of all the Kisses yet to come.

And finally forever's kiss 

is the softest and gentlest kiss.

It is the kiss that makes us whole.

Given beyond the physical, 

beyond worlds, 

given from the depths of our soul.

All my kisses are for you,

and I pray for yours in return.

for they are the first, last, and only kisses 

I ever hope to earn.

Whisky and Poetry

 

Browsing the shelves 

seeing what there is to see

a little high on rye,

a vision comes to me.

 

The look in your eyes,

smoldering erotic,

begs a good time.

 

Gorgeous, Exotic.

 

A bold and beautiful 

Celtic Lass.

 

Emerald eyes 

and auburn hair 

make this Irish heart 

beat fast.

 

I wish to kiss 

her ruby red lips,

caress that creamy skin,

with my calloused fingertips. 

 

So stunning is She

My eyes drink her in.

 

A vision of innocence 

a temptation of sin.

 

A paperback novel

a bookstore harlequin.

 

A 35 mm dream girl 

posed to please,

fluffed, brushed, and filtered 

not reality.

 

But in my mind she's mine,

as long as I want her to be.

 

Under the veil of

Whisky, and Poetry.

Perspective

 

In his arrogance he promised her the World.

In his defeat all he could afford her was his heart.

In reality his heart is all she ever wanted.

It meant the World to her.

My Love

 

My love is not dependent on return,

My love never needed to be learned.

Nuances have been molded,

sculpted, and refined.

But the love,

My Love.

The very core of it,

Is blind.

Desert Moon

 

As the sun sets 

And the moon

 climbs high

Into the night,

Casting a

 translucent sapphire

 glow across the land.

I warm my bones

 beside the fire.

The solitude speaking 

to my very soul.

A child of the night 

howls to its lover moon,

I howl back, 

and for a moment

two lone wolves 

are united 

In song.

I drink my coffee

And listen to 

His cries I share

His pain.

But do not howl back.

I leave him to his

Mourning.

For just this night

In reflection of fire

and moonlight.

I am at peace with 

the world.