lol... naw silly Dabblings are much deeper than babblings,, Your Soul is deeper and filled with so much more than babblings....

thank you

wanted to read some of the last ones again...really like them kev

David

All of your writes are absolutely beautiful

awwww thank you very much...though i am not too sure about the word "all"

<------- runs in kicks dirt and here I thought you had posted more thoughts and ponders that fill your heart,,,, Kicks dirt again

I am, I love poetry, I can't write it but, I love to read it.

I am humbled, having just gotten through reading all your musings. A great collection of work would be an understatement. I can remember when you first started on this site, you always saying you weren't a poet...always critical of your work. I say be proud of all you've created, a moving, thoughtful, smart, beautiful, poignant collection of life situations, dreams...longing. Your soul shines clearly and I love what you've decided to share with us. Talented is only one small word to describe this work. I am awed.

On Words


They say
The pen is mightier than the sword
But if you take the sword
And cut of the arms
That control the pen
Just how useful is the pen

Then

Yeah give me the sword
Or better yet
A tank
Now there is might

So if you come to a tank fight with a sword

I suggest you lay down your weapon and call for help. If anyone comes to your aid then you just may prove that a voice is more powerful than the pen or the sword


Words...

Here are two

Togetherness, kindness…

Don’t be fooled by words that end in “ness”
because they are just one letter away from
Less
And if less is more
What the fucc is more

And why do I seem to get
Less of it
Than anything

Give me more
And keep your
Less
For someone else

I guess when it comes to words it is all a matter of
Perspective

Can you
See, sea or c
And do we even need “c”

We already have “k” so why
Do we need both (and trust me I am partial to them)
Wouldn’t it be easier to spell school…skool

That would be kool
And make sense or is that
Cents I mean scents…

Who knows
Who made these rules when it comes to words?
Could it have "been" a guy named
Ben

Did he name the moment before sunrise
After his wife
Or did it just
Dawn on him one day

People can be scared of words
Especially those “THREE little WORDS”
And we’ve all been told it is better to show it than to say it

So do we even need words

After all…
Actions speak louder
Don’t they

Now by this
Action, is mightier than the sword
Volume is too

So I guess if you yell
Your words really
Mean something more than ones that come from soft spoken people

So much for the theory on the meek…

But, if words can
Change the world
Then the castle walls
I would adorn
With all the things I’ve
Known of love
And peace
And hope

Kings and Queens and guillotines
Would disappear into the ocean
Of a new world
The cannons
I would
Melt
And use the molten
Steel to build
Bridges
Between people
Of different
Places
Faces
And races

Oh wait…

What am I saying?

We are all of one race
Human

There’s a word
We should use
More often

Wow

What would
Hienrich Himmler
Think of this
And how would he have fared
in the
Octoroon parlors
Of the southern Babylon
Known as
New Orleans…

Hummm I can hear
The words
Of his boss now…

But words are just
Words
And only words
So they can’t really change
Anything

Can they ?



kc08

Good Morning

I fight your urging to open my eyes

In the hopes last night might never end

As feather light fingers trail up and down my spine

Invisible chills follow

Your whispers daring me to lay lifeless

I can’t keep my smile from showing you

There is no place I’d rather be

Your warm body pressing against me

Photo flash images rifle through my mind

Fanning the left over embers of a red hot seduction

Weeks in the making

Entwined in the morning light

I can almost pull the meaning of life out of your eyes

You are the embodiment of spring

With all its promises

Washing the cold grey of a life of winters from my weary soul

And I am more awake than I have been in years



Kc08

Midnight Blue


You draw your world differently
These days
With colors I don’t understand

In my mind I see the canvas you are working on

I am Toneless
My Monochrome state has no place in the Spectrum of your ever changing
emotion
This Hue of emptiness,
leaves me numb
Yet, I feel each pass of your hand
The breeze takes me back,
to a time when I was your favorite instrument; when we drew with reckless abandon

And oh, how we did draw…

Red skies
And fireflies
Passionate scenes
On sidewalk dreams

Life was beautiful then…
Filled with blossoming love in endless variety
And it’s only now that you see I was not the source of your unhappiness
It lies within you
Deep
No matter how many times you try to wash it away
With your white wine
Or the green tint of the apple martinis’
It always comes back
Crystal clear
An effect, not even you could master

No, not in your charcoal sketch dreams
Or the watercolor reality of lonely nights
When my tears fall
No longer innocent
From my cheek
Forming a puddle around me
Leaving me floating
Like an island

Don’t worry
I am not fool enough to believe
You could swim
In my pleas and ever be touched
By their meaning
So for now,
Forever
Pacify this empty easel
As time takes its toll
Staining the very fabric
And color my heart at
Midnight
Blue

kc08

Safety

There’s a touch
Of sun
In a moonbeam
And a hint
Of truth
In the
Lie
Everything’s
Real in
The mirror
Just
Backwards
And frozen
In time
A white flag
Waves in
The background
Caught in
The corner
Of your
Eye
And you
Can’t
Escape the
Nightmare
Like a shotgun
Wedding
Surprise
You just want
Someone
To notice
You just want
Someone
To care
The past is there to
Show us
The present is
Already here
No one
Attended
The premier
Of the
Summer
Release of
Your life
You turn away
From the
Mirror
Not sure if
You’re really
Alive
As you
Look out of
The window
A teardrop
Draws the
Blinds
You retreat
By cover
Of darkness
And your
Front door
Becomes your
Disguise
You just need
Someone
To notice
You just need
Someone
To care
The past
The present
The future
Locked safely
Inside
Your
Despair

kc08

The Passing of Season

A hundred times I have dreamt of your arrival
But a thousand awakenings is more than I need of truth
All I need of my reality…

When I was five
They told me
You were out there
One day you would be mine and the world would never be the same

At sixteen I was assured that I was still too young
And had plenty of time

Then twenty five
Came and passed
Again I was led to believe
Believe that we all get happy endings
Believe that when it happens
I would just…know

But these are the same people who tricked me into believing in a jolly old man whose sole purpose is to deliver toys to all the good little boys and girls of the world

How cruel a thing to do to children

How harsh a seed to plant into the heart of abundant hope

I understand it is the spirit of the season
Not the red suit
So I have waited

Each departing year as cold as the one before…
Tonight the moon looked close enough to touch
The air was a little different this week
The squirrels a little busier
Soon, even the leaves will explode with a colorful voice

Only to fall in a violent
Silent protest

In vain

Oh god,
I can’t take another winter here


kc08

Her Veil

he’s moving
away
from his castle
free to go on
with his
life

shuts the door
on his children
who pull
on his tassels
then
sped away
from his
wife

next week
at his daughters
recital
friends and
neighbors
will all
be alarmed
but,
he’ll act
like he’s been
recycled
by the younger
smile
on his arm

and forgiveness
is a bast*rd
karma
a b*tch
of her own
one you
control
the other
you grow
in the fields
of the life
that you
farm

kate
she is a
beauty
with the finest
porcelain skin
if you look closely
you’ll see
the cracks
that won’t bleed
but, wonder
if they’ll
ever
mend

tomorrow
is the recital
in her first
public light
she’ll keep
her head
high
even
when they
walk by
and to show them
she’s doing
alright,

she’ll smile
as if
she’s never been
broken
laugh
like a stranger
to pain
keep any
and all things
hidden
in the
umbrella
she carries
for rain

forgiveness is
her master
karma an
unseen
foe
one she
will learn
on the others
return
as time
moves her
along

it’s not fair
her new found
position
but,
you’ll never
catch her
complain
he gets
to play
weekend
sunshine
while she
gets to
deal with
the rain…

still, she
smiles
as if
she’s never
been
broken
and laughs
like
a stranger
to pain


kc08

Ember


most people probably didn’t notice

but, i did

the way her hair outlines
her face
the way it brushes so lightly across her cheek
when she turns

it’s a prelude to the tenderness of her soul
a glimpse into a delicate world where
she is known
and i am but, a stranger
a loyal subject from afar
never to presume
her interest
or favor
i am caught between
distance and reserve,
recognition and an invisible fire
that burns in me
with great promise

oh yes, they see her pretty
but, fail to see
her
not me no,
i see her
and i feel her
down to the marrow

i felt time stop
when she entered the room
it delivered to me a moment
of clarity
i shall not soon forget

she is
a princess
and would be queen
and i am not
of her caste

the animation
in those eyes
the way her dimples and
tiny laugh lines
frame that
most beautiful
most imperfect smile

imperfect for the entire world to see
though so few do

no one noticed
the way our eye’s met
like flint to stone
a spark
settling on
my soul

smoldering

being kept
alive
by the
sweet memory
of the
breeze of her
passing

that she should
come to me
in the latest of night
and lay
with me the kindling
of love
we roar with
a heat of
passion

i have never know

and i pledge
my lips
silent
by the light of day
yet with each
new dusk

not knowing
boundaries
of fence or field
a single ember
floats
to loves
call

untouched


kc08

Air, air, air, gulp, good stuff. I never even realize I stop breathing when I'm reading your stuff until the lightheaded sensation kicks in and then well duhhh, I breathe..........

Humble giver of gifts
Thank you

Sweet one Breathe,, Your lookin a bit Blue

as if it wasnt already a great collection. the last few sure fit in well.

S

Reluctant voyeur

Live Oak
Reaching out
Far and wide
High and low

Out passed what seems practical
Beyond simple physics
Stretching ever away
Testing its strength
Showing its patients
Cutting the sunlight
Into slivers
Distorting the rays as it sees fit

Cast a crooked shadow
Tracking along the clapboard siding
Slicing a sunbeam
At mid window
Lengthened silhouette
Of early morning sun
Through the glass
Passed the drawn curtains
Warped once more
By the foot of your bed
Climbing to find your feet
Inaudible whispers
In segmented shade
I am here…


Kc08