She left me

It wasn't like she was beautiful

and neither was she plain

She wasn't tall or skinny

and she could really be a pain

but there was something 'bout her

something in her touch

that set my heart aglow

and I couldn't get enough

We weren't together long

just fifteen years or so

and one day she just left me

but I haven't let her go

I threw away or gave away

almost all of her old stuff

without her it meant nothing

just cotton candy fluff

She left a dog behind her

I never liked that mutt

he whined and shat and demanded food

and wiggled his cute butt

I walked him, and I cared for him

knowing she wouldn't return

and I wondered what we two

might possibly could learn

Not long ago the dog passed 'way

and I miss the stupid mutt

the way he would get underfoot

and wiggle his cute butt

and all that's left is me alone

with no forevermore together

and no space within my soul

for any kind of tether

And yeah, I can smile

and share a little time

with some woman that I met

with some ridiculous line

and have a little fun

faking a smile with my mind

but my heart feels hard as stone

some petrified white lime

I miss her even now

though it was years ago

when she turned her back upon me

and decided she should go

I had her body burned

put the ashes in a vase

and I had the hardest time

crying

Baubbles

It isn't much, this heart of mine
Just one in several billion
I shared it over Christmas time
just a bauble you did piss in

Foolishly I followed
Disbelieving my poor eyes
As you ground it in the dirt
And shat on it besides

And as you skipped away
Singing your happy song
I picked it up and cleaned it up
For when another comes along

My heart is tougher than you know
Forged in the fiercest fire
Stronger than the hardest steel
Touched by God's own desire

My heart is clean, my heart is whole
Just one in several billion
Were you to try again though
I have to be a mor-yon :-)

Yeah, that last line is hokey, but, I like it.  And yes, I mis-spelled baubbles.  It is a pun, but, no one will ever get it and I ain't telling. 

Writing Poetry

I can't believe
     I could write poetry
Versification
     is way beyond me
My syllablization would be a catastrophe
I just can't write poetry

Imagine
     thinking up words that rhyme
That would take
      way to much time
I'd go crazy trying to write the next line
I just can't write poetry

Sestet, Sestina, Sijo, Hiku
Why can't I just write about you?
this poetry thing isn't something I have to do
I just can't write poetry

How do these guys singing rap
rhyme so easily, tit after tat
I can't rhyme if even on them I sat
I just can't write poetry

Of course not all poetry rhymes
some just keeps a kind of a time
a rhythm sounding pleasing in the mind
I just can't write poetry


There are a million verses to this one, it is something I start repeating to myself when I am writing a poem and can't come up with anything so I make up new verses to this one.

Edgar

This man whose sorrow could not awaken
A man who loved, yet, loved alone
Whose women had hearts that had been taken
Thus turned the poets heart to stone
From pen flowed words more eloquent
Ink flowing through his veins as blood
These women whose hearts were diffident
And understood not how the poet loved
Inspired in prose a beauty beyond
The earthly beauty of aspect or eyes
When falsely compared as lovingly fond
As poor Edgar was of serenest skies

For one of my favorite authors, Edgar Allen Poe

Billy

I touched the cheek of death of one day

As he dawdled along his way

Hunting someone to embrace

In faux bravery I sought his face

In pride I laughed, n'er more alive

Standing on edge, arms open wide

Death smiled at me, an old wise grin

In foolishness was I taken in

So many times I'd beaten him

Survived his sardonic, mirthless grin

Each time I shouted to the wind

I'm alive old fool, you've lost again

My adversary came late one night

Passing, to me a nameless fright

to wake me screaming in my bed

Thoughts of my son burned in my head

You monster, think I, this is not his fight

An answered laugh fades with the light

Dawn once sweet finds a broken man

Shouting to winds, he can not stand

Hidden tears in a river flow

Hidden face, so apropos

Whispered cry, how could I know

caring not, Death's howl doth blow

anguish and apples

It wasn't what I thought it was
when I looked in to your eyes
it wasn't 'till you broke up with me
that I began to realize
All the things you told me
about who we were together
just a limerick wove from heart strings
for your demented pleasure

It wasn't what I thought it was
playing with your hair
it was being with a woman
who wasn't really there
just a wasteland dream, mirage
created in the sorrow of my mind
a pretended grand adventure
born in anguish, lost in time

To this day I savor apples
slightly sour, green and round
they remind me of those months
you turned my insides upside down
The taste lingers on my tongue
like raindrops in a storm
reality a burning fire
that keeps me safe and warm

Where it is, that time takes me
I guess I'll never know
I hope it always takes me
far from where ever it is you go
It isn't that the sight of you
would bother me at all
I just wouldn't want to pleasure you
by reminding you of my fall

A shadow in the light

It could have been a hundred years

Maybe just a day

I fell in love with a shadow

That stole my dreams away

A shadow appears only in light

and vanishes with the dark of night

This shadow, my world, it did eclipse

my soul, from my breast, away it stripped

They were not much

These dreams of mine

Green grass, high tides

and endless sunshine

and in that sunshine

there was this shadow

I let eclipse my day

and take away my tomorrow