Mess
Get up, look back, a beautiful mess
Non better then an unmade bed
Thoughts of who took off that dress
When worries left my head
Rapt in the unkept
Room for discord
Such a joy
Extol
Love
Category: Poems – Nonet
Express
How do you say “no” instead of yes?
Tricky when she starts to undress
How do you say “touch me please”
When her mood is to tease.
Expressions express
Thoughts of the flesh
Words should rest
Desire
Yes.
Pandora
He’s an immigrant, a laborer.
Painting my house mending my fence.
Nothing in common, he paints.
Offer a coke I did.
He spoke and taught me.
Pandora’s box.
It opened.
Humbled.
Me.
Company
So often melancholy visits.
Like a dear friend unannounced,
we talk, yearning of the past.
Please leave now I must ask,
“Why” she says, “there’s more”.
It can not be.
Do you see,
There is
Life
Doors
Yearning to go back engulfs me now,
but what is back, the past, a thought,
a song, no, a point in time.
The past does not exist,
there is no back door.
Front door’s jammed.
The Living room,
there is
time.
Cookie, Book and She.
There is a child in my life, yours too.
Her path into the future’s clock,
grafted by so many hands.
Fragile beyond belief.
Cookie, book and she.
Life’s starting gate.
Get ready,
get set.
Go.
Teen
He had no thought how happy he was
With a skateboard under his feet
Friends surround keeping the beat.
I knew this time was brief
Now, more time than thought
For me more thought
See the scene
Look quick
Gone
Self
Is it a crime to lust over you?
Is it a sin to want you near?
I need a touch can you hear?
You do not know my name
But, stains tell the truth
True love I fear.
Thank you hand
Again
Bliss
Home
Sharing their pain, telling their story
The shame they felt was visible
Home is were the beatings start
but there’s no other place
Why does it go on?
And why go back?
Is he home?
Drunken
Pain
Tim
So, there she sat alone with her hat
Wondering where he might have been.
She knew not. He was with him.
She knew he craved her hat.
But he thought for him.
She kept waiting.
Time to come
for him.
Tim
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