Tag: poetry

Occasionally

How do you paint me
When I’m not in the room
It’s demeaning to think
You want to believe
That you can be there
For me like old friends who
Pick up the phone or
Answer the call in a
Time of need but too often
I have trouble reaching out
When I call and you have to
Go to take a lunch call
Or go because someone
Is on their way home or go
Because you’re watching
A show or go
Because dinner preparation
Requires it so…
Go, go, GO!
Be there for the one you love
No harm is done
No harm is done
Just know that when you say
I’m here for you
You really can’t be
Because you’re already here
For the person you’ve
Committed to be
I’m just the pal you recall
From a fun time ago
Packed with memories
Full of a time spent as kids
I’m happy to share what a show!
That history with you
And accept what that means
To be the person you can only
Touch base with occasionally is me

© GÄ

Avowal

I wanted freedom and validation
She gave me both of those
Even with the kiss of goodbye
To a boy who would have been
Lucky enough to receive one
At all but she gave me that
And freedom and validation
Through all of that she gave me
Peace and confidence when
I had nothing to hold onto
Even if it was temporary or
Just a blip in time she shared
That part of what it means
To embrace myself and the
Worth of a thousand horses
Running wild treasuring
Their hooves of independence
On the earth like sunlit mirth
On their backs I can see myself
I can hear myself and feel
What it is to be inside myself
Again for the first time
In a long time again

© GÄ

Piggy Bank

Spray champagne everywhere
Celebrate how fat the pig can get
What’s in your bank is what
Greed gets and for what I
Cannot as of yet comprehend
La tirelire is full for moments
Fake friends and compliments
And then it’s gone again this
Is an earthly thing that we all
Place permanence on more
More more give me more
What’s it going to add up to
In the end how much do we
Really get for when the money
Goes you’re left only with
What the core, the soul the
Body of who you are standing
In the abyss amounts to
And the house is just a
Pile of bricks but the experience
Of what your hands and feet did
Is what was left in the legacy of
Your path the aftermath of
But what is then the song
That you have sung when
All of this and money is gone
No matter how fat the pig can get

© GÄ

Heart Syndrome

It’s all a sham
You say you live with a healer
But somehow you both have
Missed my broken heart syndrome
Signals like doppler rings
In the obvious air
Running round and round
No response because
You’re wrapped up in
A television that doesn’t care
In events that have you laughing
Wrapped up in the wine and in
Yourselves which is an
Okay place to be wrapped up
You have one another and
That is what matters in the end
I have finally figured out
What makes it so difficult
To feel important as a friend
Simple, because I’m not
Like a do-over again
Your priorities are aligned
With one another
You both help lift each other
Up and this is the answer
The hope to the prayer
My work is done here
Amen

© GÄ

Fall Down

Not so much a sycophant
Not to be rude or confused
With cretinous disregard
A little bit of a sword of truth
One that will surely cut you
Even if to fondly bring you
Deep under wing in the guise
Of future nurturing but still
Maybe not when the gavel
Strikes and the air of night
Leaves you contemplatively
Alone in the darkness and
Momentary shutouts you
Could say, you could feel
You, might want to appeal
The ruling of the supreme feeling
Meant for bettering other
Beings has somehow
Left you out but still
Under the guise of the
Wing of the future
Doorbell ringing when the
Knock at the door comes
And your heart is sore from
Not knowing if there was
Ever enough room
Money was not the object
Gifts were not the object
Minutes were also freely given
Lest more room to become
Taken would surely disrupt
The mountain and we all fall down

© GÄ

The Blanks

I don’t want to just
Fill in the blanks
Swimming around
In a bowl like a
Goldfish only
Being fed to keep
The blanks full
I feel worthless
When I just
Fill in the blanks
For you because
Our friendship
Was built on much
More than that
Sometimes we end up
In different camps
Sometimes the tent
Can collapse
But the music
Makes for such
Good memories
An escort to a
Better life and the
World opens up a
Whole new chapter
One that only offers
Part time positions
Like filling in the blanks
My heart is racing
For the space that
Offers full access
To the friendship
We once had

© GÄ

White Panther

Can’t matter that much
If the blood of Kings
Runs through your veins
When you’re left with
Nothing but sunglasses
On a piece of cardboard
That you can sell on the beach
To put dinner on the table
Later tonight
I closed my eyes and saw
A white panther cross
Behind my eyelids
I wasn’t sure if this was
A trick of the light
Or the actual sight of
Something I saw from before
That I forgot or indeed
A slow motion effect and
There was actually a cat
Sitting in front of me
Listening to my heaving heart
More than the shape of a cloud
More than an imaginary shroud
I found myself uplifted
With exactly what I had

© GÄ

Not Tomorrow

Hesitate
Procure the existence
Animal instinct
I’m no second rate
Half-smile mistake
A little distaste
Mostly requiring a getaway
Tuscany or Brisighella
Perhaps Breiðdalsvík first
Working hard again
Hungry for love
A distant kiss
A solo trip
But not tomorrow

© GÄ

No Strings

You have to be stronger
Than the illness itself especially
If it’s yours but even more so
If it’s someone else’s
Beleaguered or not
You can’t make everybody
That surrounds you happy
But you can feel good about
Knowing you did all that you could
To extend a full heart
Genuine intent pure gold
And then the love goes on
All of the love that has been
Had for you still exists
That love goes on
Without those that love you
Whom you no longer have contact with

You will still have that love for them
And they for you memory energy
Whether you continue on
The same path or take different turns
That love will always exist
Purposefully maintaining its continuity
To always return to that love
Without any requirement to ever do so
As complex as love is
It is also simple
It is in our hearts
And in our own powers
To receive it or to let it be

© GÄ