Category Archives: Poetry

My Father’s Eyes

Forecast calls for sun. It should be sunny, but it Rains disappointment.

Mine are just like his.
His pale blue eyes.
Once so clear. So bright.
Beautiful and electric.
Now faded and dull.
Cold blue discs floating
In a bloodshot sea.
An icy ocean chummed
For sharks beneath.
Blood vessels floating
And bobbing like dead fish
On the surface.
The last time I looked
In those eyes, in that sea,
My heart froze.
And then it burned.
For there was his soul
At the very bottom.
Rock bottom.
Unable to surface.
Drowning.
Save me, it whispers
Help me.
So in I’ll dive.
And down I’ll sink.
Past the bloody surface.
Into the cold darkness
To find his soul.
I’ll hold it tight and swim.
And the sea will become clearer.
And bluer, sparkling blue.
And we’ll emerge.
His soul and mine.
Together.
And the sea,
Will be beautiful again.
His eyes as pale blue,
As a summer sky.

Winner of the Poetry Palace Perfect Poet Award Week 50. 

Not Quite Dark Enough

I could write a poem on Addiction,
But it’d never be quite dark enough,
The clichés are all true,
But they never can do,
Justice to really how rough,
That dance can be,
When that Sweet Lady,
First sweeps you off of your feet,
Before that dance is through,
She’s no doubt conquered you,
And won’t ever let you retreat,

You twirl round the floor,
Though you don’t want anymore,
Once her ugly and mean side is shown,
Your head knows it’s time,
But soon you will find,
Your body’s a mind of its own,
She’ll take control,
Of your heart and your soul,
Promise all, but deliver just fears,
Try as you sometimes might,
To put up a fight,
She can keep the dance going for years,

She’ll dance you to hell,
That much I can tell,
Cuz I’ve danced with the lady myself,
Been put through the pale,
Fought both tooth and nail,
I keep the scars in a jar on a shelf,
Only one thing to trust,
As many times as you must,
With this Lady who has brought you disgrace,
Gather love and support,
Then cut her off short,
And slap the bitch right in the face!

Funny Weather

You’re feeling quite sprightly,
Cause the sun shines so brightly.
Then the sky looks unsightly.

And the clouds begin forming.
Then without any warning,
It starts pouring and storming.

A downpour that’s so huge,
It’s almost a deluge.
There’s no shelter, no refuge.

You proceed with teeth clenched,
And discomfort entrenched,
Getting more and more drenched.

It comes down in buckets.
You couldn’t be more wet.
Then it makes a quick exit.

Thus as quickly as it came,
Someone shuts off the rain,
But your wet clothes remain.

And the punchline to this joke,
When the sun comes out to poke,
Fun at the all the sad wet folk.

Raiders of The Lost Heart

Am I glib?
Very well then, I am glib.
I am hurt, and must protect myself.
I’ve built up a maze,
Of intricate ways,
Wrapped in a blanket of nonchalance.

Each delicate riddle,
That leads to the middle,
Connects to a trap door of some kind.
In no way capricious,
It’s easy to see each is,
Formed from scars on heart and mind.

Each test there to see,
If you’re really worthy,
To find your way through to my heart.
If you’ve no stamina,
Like old Indiana,
Then  really, don’t even start.

If you spring a trap door,
You won’t see any more,
You’ll reach a point you just can’t pass,
Make the wrong choice,
Use the wrong inner voice,
You’ll just slide right out on your ass.

It’s been murmured around,
I don’t want my heart found,
Truth is though I just don’t want to fake it,
If that means I’m denied,
One who makes it inside,
That’s a chance, and I’ll just have to take it.

Shipping and Handling

My new furniture came yesterday!
From IKEA to me, hip hip hooray!
Well, actually, not right to me.
To the closest pick up place, you see,
Which is far away, or pretty far,
At least if you don’t have a car.
I could get a ride off of a friend,
But alas, it’s closed on the weekend.
It’s not a tragedy, but I’m annoyed.
This is just what I wanted to avoid.
Furniture’s here but I can’t get it.
Paid for delivery. Now I regret it.
Learn from this, folks. Having it sent,
Just way too bloody inconvenient.