Courtney

This is a poem I have written for you
I had hoped that it would express my love so true
Please don’t reject or take offense
I just figured I would avoid the usual nonsense
Like a comparison to your beauty and a flower
Or the womanhood that my manhood could empower
Or some such poesy and pretty metaphor desire
To say that you make me flush like a fire
I wished to know you better than before
But now you are gone and I want you all the more.

Black Metal

Mirror reflection on the

Smooth shape flowing

A wave of black metal

Framing chrome curling

Around each passer by

Moving in his or her own stride

Hot image rising

Over feminine form hazing

Mirage of dark steel

Shimmering on pavement

friend forever

Sometimes in life,

you find a special friend;

Someone who changes your life

just by being part of it.

Someone who makes you laugh

until you can't stop;

Someone who makes you believe

that there really is good in the world.

Someone who convinces you

that there really is an unlocked door

just waiting for you to open it.

This is Forever Friendship.

When you're down,

and the world seems dark and empty,

Your forever friend lifts you up in spirit

and makes that dark and empty world

suddenly seem bright and full.

Your forever friend gets you through

the hard times, the sad times,

and the confused times.

If you turn and walk away,

your forever friend follows.

If you lose your way,

your forever friend guides you

and cheers you on.

Your forever friend holds your hand

and tells you that

everything is going to be okay.

And if you find such a friend,

you feel happy and complete,

because you need not worry.

You have a forever friend for life,

and forever has no end.

A part of you has grown in me,

together forever we shall be,

never apart,

maybe in distance,

but not in heart"

I love you

Evening Falls on Another Day

Evening falls on another day

He’s slowly slipping from my world

Moving on to the next

I take his hand, it’s cool and doesn’t try to hold my own

His gaze rests on me until I smile, then he turns away.

I search for words

In the small time that’s left

I want it to be meaningful

Something that will explain why

But there is only time

to say goodbye.

I find only tears

A dim reflection of what is in my heart

What would I, could I say

I wish I had known you longer,

That there were more good times

I wish we had laughed some more

Stayed in the park in Paris

Along the river’s quiet shore.

If I could I would assure you

That your smile will always remain

Your eyes afire in the sunlight.

A brighter star in the long night

When the breeze moves the wind chimes

I will hear you calling me

My angel.

I find I have shut my eyes

And as I open them your hand

Grows colder in my grasp

And then like the self same whisper

You leave me one last time.

Epitaph

Epitaph

I would have been known like J.R.R.

But lost my path in the boroughs of a forgotten shire.

The words came, except that they flowed only reluctantly

An inconsistent stream of ideas and dialogues

Of unfinished characters and meandering plots.

I died without knowing love save for those quick passions

That fills youth like bottle rockets shooting into the night sky.

I did not find out what the lasting embrace was

Nor the familiar touch.

The meaning now gone as lost relationships that end

In messy fights and tearful disagreements.

I die with no resentments for its loss or the apparent

Lack of its mystery.

I still wish I had but a drop of bittersweet drought of the

Unripened nectar all the same.

I taught in vain.

Who will remember me?

Save for the fact that I once drove a vehicle the same as my name?

And was obnoxious enough to deserve the grudging respect

Of the younger generations I had wished to help mold.

Now the grayness of the uncertain voyage draws nigh

And the fear of parting this life beats my heart to a stop and I look

To the only familiar friend I have known to visit me soon.

Dreams to come

Dreaming

Astral skies filled with bright fiery orbs

Glowing gold against the night sky

Pleasure and Fantasy as the mind dreams

of passion for sleep.

The abyss gapes in her vacant dreams

span the silence of the empty night

Sound like thunder, the lightning screams

over a world beyond sight.

In these dreams we will meet

In the ecstasy of fading sleep

In separate beds and separate sheets

Together in the darkness deep.

My dream reaches out to you

A memory of you in my head

Are you a shadow or some other illusion

Of my own desires?

Mirage

Mirage

Okay, you are walking alone in the desert.

The sun beats down and sweat runs into your eyes

Then out of the heat this woman comes running at you

And you can’t believe it,

Because nothing like this ever happens to you.

Anyway she comes jogging along, her long legs pumping.

And her breasts sway from the left to the right

And your eyes are driven left to the right

And your heart beats in time with her small petite feet.

Her hair is long and blonde and floats out around her head

Her eyes are wide and her lips are lush

Her tee shirt floats up to reveal her tanned navel and down

To her short, short, shorts revealing curvaceous skin

You look left, you look right

And sigh, no one is going to believe this,

Because nothing like this ever happens to you.

She runs all the way up to you and with a smile

She slugs you in the face and yells something like sexist!

And you plunge to the sand, your tongue sticks to your teeth

And she runs away into the haze and shimmering heat.

Dazed and shocked you lie on the hot ground

You look left, you look right

And you know that you aren’t going to believe this

Because this never happens to you.