Miscellaneous
A few poems I wrote (Frame of mind, not known, in most cases...credit these to teenage years, and late nights at college!) Believe it or not, most of these were published in high school magazines, college publications, and even one of the following was published nationally...can you guess which? I'm not going to tell!!
The silence of the telephone,
it kills me.
The emptiness of the mailbox,
it hurts me.
The closing of the door,
it frightens me.
A crucifix above the bed
A lacey teddy of red.
A dark hotel room.
A new bride and groom.
Confusion breeds in the souls of the weak at heart. It tears every fiber of certainty from its sturdy walls.
Confusion pains the weak and willing heart. It rips at every last emotion that the heart holds.
Confusion reaps the sad feeling guilt. Its knowledge of right or wrong is clouded with its dreaded tears.
Confusion enters a life through the mind. It spreads like the common cold through the soul and heart, until weakness is throughout.
The Search is Over
The search is over,
for I fear,
I have lost my ear!
Perhaps it's under the cover.
Or did I send it in the mail
to ole Van Gogh?
Either way I'm sure to go insane.
Quite possibly I fell
and lost it on my way.
What else can I say?
The search is over,
for I fear
my ear is not far or near!
You've Got Me
You've got me loving again
crying those tears again
and filling my heart up
with the pain you bring
You've got me telling lies again
making up so many alibies
to cover all here where's and why's
You've got me feeling the pain
of cheating on my darlin'
I really wonder if I'm worthy
of the golden ring
that I carry on my finger
And you've got me in your arms
every free minute I can spare
she doesn't realize what's going on
Sometimes I want to cry out
and let her know everything
I've done wrong
but you've got me wrapped around your little finger
and she doesn't deserve the pain it would bring
Life is white.
It sounds like laughter.
It smells like fresh apples.
It tastes like cold water.
Life feels like a soft
down quilt.
Personal Essence
I am a rottweiler with a loving grasp.
My boxed face opens up
To show a Picasso painting,
But when angered I have the sting
Of a poisonous asp.
I am a baby blue sky
Threatened by a rolling navy.
Grey soldiers march around the firth,
Shooting their loud guns toward the earth.
Then I start to cry.
I am a weeping willow tree
With long thin branches.
My burdened leaves hang down low;
But when I hear the wind blow,
I rise and am set free.
I am a tear that's shed in grief,
Running down someone's cheek;
But I am a tear that's shed in love
When a friend is called above
And when truth crashes a belief.
I am a delicate blue rose,
Unique and all my own.
Handle me rough and you may bleed.
By my anger I will feed,
But nobody ever knows.
I am a sleek '59 Cadillac
With leather seat covers.
My rag top is put down,
And I race all over town,
All dressed in black.
Above all, I am a mirror;
Glossy and shiny on the outside,
With an ever-changing reflection,
Sometimes facing the wrong direction,
Bringing objects nearer.
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