Their Turn

Do you
remember
not being able
to describe
just how special
it felt to hold
each of them
for the very first time

I do,
they were
simply breathtaking

Do you
remember
the noise
the laughter
and how they interrupted
our quiet Saturday mornings
with beautiful life

I do,
they were
honestly amazing

Do you
remember
some time
past midnight
being awakened
by one of their bad dreams
and then have them
jump in bed with us
so we could protect them
from the monsters in the closet and under the bed

Yeah
I remember those special times
and how wonderful they were
but you know
those moments mislead me
because the more I�m around their teenage years
the more I realize that those moments were an evil plot
to throw my senses off track
to confuse me as I struggle everyday not to . . . one of them
damn it and other words can�t explain
how much I�m looking forward
to when it�s their turn

I love this

Enough said!!!! Love this one G

Oooo this is sexy yet something else, hmm, how to describe it? I know, genuine!! Love this one

Far Away

There was a rush of nervous excitement
as the plane began its descent
a bit of turbulence
minor though
interrupted my thoughts
as the clouds dissipated
and life came into focus

I stared out the window
watching the hustle and bustle of the airport crew
readying the next flight out
loading luggage
refueling
until the sudden jolt of the plane touching down
I couldn�t contain the smile in my heart

The overhead voice
reminded everyone to remain seated
as well as a few other instructions like
layover information
luggage
and other stuff
to be honest though
I missed most of what was being said

The plane finally stopped taxing across the runway
and nearly everyone sprang up ready to exit
stretching
chattering
as one by one
down the narrow aisle
the plane slowly emptied

As I approached the door a member of the flight crew thanked me
I nodded
smiled
and continued up the corridor
after being far and away from home
life was starting feel a bit strange
almost new
and then the noise came in a wave
cheers
applause
slap on the shoulder
as my name stretched across a banner
along with the words �Welcome Home�

Thanks G . . . I have to tell you that honestly I have no idea where my words come from. I just sit down and write whenever a poem hits me.

Absolution

As the night falls
my thoughts compose the dreams
that define me now
an abstract soul
burdened by the complicated pain
of a lover�s words . . .
unsure love
�maybe�
�I don�t know anymore�
unknowns
that give me what I see
when I am blinded by closed eyes
nothing

The clock gathers momentum
yet it does not move
as I find myself in the sheltered comforts of the color of nothing
immersed
deeper
and deeper
until I am befriended
by this empty shade of darkness
I open my eyes
and see
the perfect solace for what I feel

There is no sliver of light
in this loneliness
no hues
to paint my wounded heart
a symbolic color of beautiful
just the struggle of me drowning
in a sea of motionless rhythm
as wave
after wave
fall from my eyes

I know tomorrow will come
at some point in time
maybe like a hidden treasure
to give my heart absolution
maybe the sun shall breathe light upon earth�s crest
and maybe
I will be me
again

Just Being Silly


Baby Come back
�cause I really miss you
Brandy

Don�t Give Up On Us
you know
I Can�t Get Enough of Your Love
and I can�t help but think about
The Way We Were
you have to know that
I Honestly Love You

I don�t want to
Kiss and Say Goodbye
just
Give Me the Night
because
If You Leave Me Now
If I Can�t Have You
if I�m
Alone Again
it would be a
Tragedy
so baby
Don�t Leave Me This Way

Marriage 101

I once
knew a lady
who settled for the man
who wouldn�t
drive her crazy
said it was better
to marry sane
than to love
insanity

Maybe but . . .

Anyway
he always knew
he was her
number two
and nothing
not even time
could change that reality
but she tried
sculpting
and molding
his personality
and he tried
doing this
then doing that
hoping she would one day see
that he was the one
who made her happy
yet day after day
he was who he was
and so was she
and well
obviously
the arguments they seem to always have
you know the one
�why does he constantly�
and �can�t she just . . .�
where simple things
like changing the channel
on the TV
are much deeper
than what the eyes can see
because with matters of the heart
sometimes
loving sane
is actually insanity

Speechless . . . except that I love this!!

This is smooth . . . kind of like a Shirazz, yeah

The Alarm

It was quiet
until
the sound torture
turned my nightmare
into something real

Buzz
Damn!
Buzz
Damn it!
Buzz
Eff You See Kay!
Buzz
and the sudden sound
of the crash against the wall
YAY!
Not really
still time
to get up
Eff You See Kay!

Monday
it’s still dark out
but the alarm
even resting against the wall
continues to shout
get upppppp!

The Intermittent Flow

The wind
is so cold
as it pushes the shadows
to and fro
as if life’s struggles
is the toss and turn
of the howling rhythm
of words
that hold the secrets
that could make me cry

I don’t want to feel
its cold breath against my soul
I don’t want to feel
it pierce the uneven beats of my heart
I don’t want to feel
the intermittent flow
of darkness and sunlight
as the clouds draws patterns
of memories
against the blue sky
the face of someone
who loved me
the stranger
who holds me

Maybe a coat
made of untrusting fear could protect me
maybe then I would not have feel
how much I want you

This poem says it all

your work is always so teasingly perfect

tommy I really like this

Wow golden I think you just wrote one of the best poems I've read in quite some time

Special Seasoning


I never knew
she never knew
where our next one
would come from
I just thought
that she prepared
each one
as if she wanted it to be
the best one

She knew
I never knew
that as she stood
above the stove
and pulled out
her treasure trove
of seasonings and secrets
that a dash of this
and a dash of that
was only a prayer
to feed us

And as things
slowly simmered
and the house had
this wonderful smell
called dinner
she knew
that I knew
it was never
what’s on the plate
but rather
what you appreciate

bas, penny, ainjel, and everyone . . . wow, I feel so much love for my work.