| Beetles upside down...what has this world come to? |
| The Last Leg I have waited so long, I have survied this far, I am in the home stretch, almost finished with my misery and yet I know, in my heart, in my world, the next three days will be the worst. Your so close to home, your journey almost through, I can almost feel you, hear your breath, see your smile but you're still so far away. Even as I sit here, trying to express my feelings, I know words are so inadequate, it is to impossible to put this feeling, the void in my soul, into words. That void is filled, with your voice, your laughter, your love but when you are gone, the void grows. I can only hope, these final three days go quickly but I know, they will not. |
| All poems Copyright 2000 |
| Why Do I Write? Some Poets write, for the approval of readers. Some for the money they recieve. Others to change a relationship, a life. Why do I write? Not for glory or money, not for fame and fortune. For your approval, for your love...partly. For my satisfaction, to express my feelings...yes. I do this for me and if it touches you, I am happy. If you praise me, I am grateful but this, this I do for me. |
| Expression of Feeling I sit here and write, not knowing what I do, my pen flies, my mind goes blank, as I have no control over the words. Many a time, I write, only to read it for the first time, when I am through. Odd you say, odd I say, for I know not what I do. Will this form, move someone to tears, deepen a love or entice an anger, never to forgive. The words may change, to express feelings galore but one thing remains the same, control is not mine, not completely, as I relinquinsh my hands, my writing, to the ultimate, to the unknown. |
| Returning Tides You are here, there you stand, in front of me, for the first time, in an eternity. I want to run to you, have you take me into your arms and yet I hesitate because I fear, the changes in you. Do you still want me, by your side or will you push me away, like all the others? IN my heart I know, it is the latter but still I fear. Yet, suddenly my fear subsides, as you answer my questions, without a word or sound. Suddenly, I am in your arms, crying but happy and content, knowing, I never want you to go away again. |
| How Does It Feel? How does it feel, being home after so long? American soil, American air, is it familiar or foreign, now that you have been away? I hear the happiness in your voice but I wish I could see your face, to know for sure, are you longing to come home or longing to leave again? But my doubts fade with each, exuberant laugh, bark and scream. I know the truth and know you are home. |
| Safe in the Turmoil of Life We stand, silent against adversity, against those who judge, who wonder, who laugh and question. For we know the truth, the sweetness of it all, the perfect love, safest in the world, never marred by sex or wants. Pure, enduring, just beyond friends, just before lovers, we lay. Safe we will always be, I know, for I can still feel your presence, in my soul and your kiss on my forehead. |
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