Adorned I am
By your gaze
Proof of my existence
I am not mere memories
Convinced they still live
I am a chain reaction
Each eye met, a purpose
Each shaken hand,
A creator and a creation
An ingredient that adds
Fragrance and flavor
Another mind aching
to know the answers
Another heart seeking
Its song
A body that moves
By sight or action
Bloodlines
progressing through time
Dreams
eons in the making
Coming true
before my eyes
A pregnant bud
Poised so to burst
To feel the sun
Its role rehearsed
Within its essence
Lives the will
But leaves of green
Occlude it still
The petals push
Against their walls
Aching to spread
Destiny calls
But what comes after
Realization
All those thoughts
Cause hesitation
But if n’er she shows
Her silken suit
She’ll not have borne
The sweetest fruit
A sharing of blood between us
A sharing of cells and skin and breath
A likeness in each one of us
To each one of us
We spread like oil in water
But still end up in clumps
We are all seeking something
Even if it’s just another day
Exactly like this one
We don’t want to be beautiful
As much as treasured
We don’t want to be bold
As much as heard
We don’t need to feel free
To live
But freedom
Is one of the great things to live for
That
And love
Ground to gravel
Cut to ribbons
I unravel
Just by livin’
Hard streets pounding
through my shoes
All compounding
My constant blues
Iridescent
Sidewalk puddles
In incandescence
The stars are scuttled
The skyline looms
set to devour
Nothing blooms
at ungodly hours
Resuscitated
by a patch of grass
Incarcerated
in broken glass
Shabby tinsel
still frames the lights
So with hope and pencil
I start to write
I beckon the sunshine to crawl within
To brighten the dark and burn the sin
To bring the glow back to my skin
And warm all those I see
I beckon the wind to lift my feet
To carry those fragrances so sweet
To gust against the pain I’ll meet
And carry it from me
I beckon the rain to fall, to pour
To wash out the dirt within my core
To muddy the roads I’ve taken before
So I can change direction
I beckon the words to form my thoughts
To clear the debris and heal the rot
To tell of the treasures that can’t be bought
To find my next inception
Back in 2016 I really wanted to write a poem everyday to honor one of my favorite art forms. I actually managed to do it! I posted them on my old blog in 5 parts but I’ve decided to post them all here. You can read one per day or just binge read them all whatever you prefer and check back often for new poetry!
April 1st:
You need not vibrant lips
to speak of vibrant things
Just something in your heart
that makes it want to sing
April 2nd:
When days are dreary it’s hard to see
the joy your life can manifest
So close your eyes and listen for
The dream your heart wants to confess
April 3rd:
A face that’s lined with destinations
Past and yet to come
Lined with joy and consternation
That have and shall be done
April 4th:
Now that spring has donned her crown
And kissed our heavy brow
We shall take our steps through awakened worlds
And conquer them somehow
April 5th:
His smile somehow made the sadness disappear
and blossom with intense pain
at the same time
April 6th:
Sleep prevents my thoughts
And thoughts prevent my sleep
What a time to recollect
the secrets that I keep
April 7th:
The teeth that grit
That jaw that sets
A heart forgives
But ne’er forgets
April 8th:
A day that holds unbridled joy
An end that makes beginnings
There’s finally time to rest your mind
And celebrate your winnings
April 9th:
When you are crying for one you miss
Be sure to count your tears
Let each recall a moment of joy
You felt when they were near
April 10th:
If bending down to touch your toes
Is something you can’t fathom
At least be thankful of the fact
That you even have them
April 11th:
When taking in a wonder
Our eyes are very clever
They blink so we’re reminded
That nothing lasts forever
April 12th:
His love is bigger than my sorrow
His joy is bigger than my pain
His laughter is a voice that bellows
Love’s most perfect of its refrains
April 13th:
I don’t always find it easy
To come up with a verse
But I know if I didn’t
My life would be much worse
To see my pain on paper
Made up of all these letters
Gives lightness to the hurting
And makes me feel much better
April 14th:
When they finally see you
And the way that you shine
They’ll know of a wonder
That none can define
April 15th:
I realize this statement
Will just seem like conjecture
But I bet the fur of unicorns
Is the most sublime of textures
April 16th:
When the need to fly embraces you
When a passion burns within
Unleash it with tenacity
To scare away life’s din
April 17th:
Worries that hide in the deepest recesses
Snowballing forth with the smallest of stresses
You, their creator hath nothing to fear
For ‘tis you that accepts that the worry sleeps here
April 18th:
“I can’t stop now”
Oh yes you can
Or better still
I’ll lend a hand
April 19th:
Each day I am grateful
For those select figures
Who have crossed my horizon
And made it much bigger
April 20th:
She laughed
because she didn’t know just what else she could do
She smiled
because the pain she felt was so profoundly true
April 21st:
Your smile is in a dialect
That only you’ve created
But luckily it is the phrase
most easily translated
April 22nd:
Sometimes art flows like the seas
Destroying what the past had built
It runs you through with joy and pain
Until your heart can feel the hilt
April 23rd:
Yesterday is not worth chasing
That piece of time’s expired
Instead find what will make today
Feel equally inspired
April 24th:
What grounded the fair butterfly
No gentle breeze in spring?
Alas though winds were plentiful
She’d forgotten she had wings
April 25th:
The azure of evening
Brings comfort and cool
And the stars blink to life
In an e’re deepening pool
April 26th:
Keep skipping down the sidewalks
Keep dancing in the street
Your love for life is moving
so much more than your feet
April 27th:
My muscular memory
Recalls still the motions
Of flying in dreams
Across endless oceans
April 28th:
When one tends to vociferate
They care not which ears shatter
Alas the message they proclaim
Is akin to so much clatter
April 29th:
My eyes on the horizon
I’m sinking with the sun
but the moon comes to remind me
my day is far from done
April 30th:
Don’t forfeit your whimsy
keep singing your song
for someday the world
may be singing along
Hello everyone! First of all thank you for all of you who come and read my poems. I really appreciate every single one of you and I hope you have been enjoying the poetry I have been posting.
Since this blog began I have been posting daily though Sundays (or sometimes Saturdays) I would post an oldie. I have started a couple of projects involving writing and will let you know more when I can but this added work requires that I post less often. I’m very sorry I can’t keep up the daily posting and hope to return to it soon. I find it especially tragic that this has all converged during National Poetry month so I will be posting a collection today of all the poems I wrote another year to celebrate.
Thank You again for your support, and if you like, sign up for email alerts, Follow My Twitter or Facebook page or just check back from time to time for new stuff. The links for everything are in the header on the home page and Happy Poetry Month Everyone!
Raised on a diet of dominance
The largest steak goes to the king
He’d always been promised a prominence
and a woman demure to the ring
All his life his fist, plated in iron
With nary a doubt of his power
Those who dared challenge subject to his burn
Submission with simply a glower
Yet the world is in full metamorphosis
Many know this to always be true
Many cannot embrace an amorphousness
Unprepared for the change that ensues
So he clings to a now cobwebbed effigy
Perplexed by the stripping of titles
And the new ways push him into lethargy
‘Til he fills with an anger unbridled
His town becomes foreign and follied
Gone now is his unearned respect
He could once speak his mind and be jolly
Now he’s unsure of what to expect
A fear starts to spread through his bloodstream
And greed booms in pandering voices
His upbringing now callous and extreme
He’s lost propriety in all choices
He feels that his life’s being stolen
Or at least that he faces great peril
Slowly parted with what was beholden
His great wisdom now forced to be sterile
So he sets out to find his dominion
To find him a like-minded setting
He’s soothed by familiar opinion
He’s done with remorse or regretting
Now stands an unwavering army
Fearful they’ll be soon cast aside
That no matter how fabled or smarmy
They only will stand with their pride
No compassion will get past their guns
Only of their own freedom they’ll sing
And their conflict will never be done
For in democracy they should be king
A sliced sun rises in the forest
exhumeing monsters from the dark
Skittering and flapping from their hiding places
The wind tousles the bed of leaves surrounding me
Blowing a cool kiss to make the suns warmth
Even more cozy
My uncertain feet unearth forgotten limbs
Allowing them a brief chance to reach skyward once more
The life and death of nature is visible, undeniable
Its bones and skin crack crisply beneath my feet
My feet disappear amongst them at times to remind me
That gone is not forgotten
The small green faces rising from their husks seem to shine
With the same gleam as the sunrise
All is not lost, not yet any way
