Welcome to my original poetry. I write about a variety of subjects, in a variety of styles. I hope you enjoy reading my writings; if you'd like to use one, please ask me. I currently have well over 100 pieces, so will periodically change the poems here, for your enjoyment.

I'm still adding here...it's not finished yet!

MY DADDY

 I sit here in the lonely dark
remembering the past,
so many changes, all of us,
some did, some didn't last.

I learned a few short weeks ago
my dad, his battle is losing;
the cancer is not abating, instead,
it carelessly goes cruising.

It wanders through his tired body,
destroying all he is...
and though I pray til forever,
prayers don't always make the wish.

I wish that things were different,
I wish of things that could have been;
I pray that he won't suffer,
Prayers awash with grief not seen.

The last time that I saw him,
the white hair quite a shock...
so hard to see or understand
my daddy, soon with me won't walk.

He wasn't the model of fatherhood,
he made the mistakes, all of them...
but he is still my father,
for that, I can't condemn.

His life was often troubled,
love, he couldn't much show...
though I know in my heart, my daddy
loved me, and my siblings, so.

He would talk of my sisters and brother,
so proud of them he would say,
and to them he would talk of me and my son,
now he barely can talk today.

My heart feels oh, so flooded
with emotions from deep, wrenching pain,
to feelings of pity and helplessness,
and the downpour of cold, icy rain.

He stood tall, once in life, my daddy...
I remember those moments as snippets in time;
he wasn't sentimental in youth,
but has become, as time unwinds.

Now the hourglass waits as the sand go through,
our lives merely ebb and flow;
I sure hope my dad knows that I love him,
I've often told him so.

He did teach me many a thing in life,
even though he was not much of a 'dad'...
as a man in this world, he was great in ways
so many don't see, and that's sad.

I think of the things that could have been,
how he could have known love so much sweeter;
if only he'd known how to let go in return,
and if only he'd met someone who'd need him.

He deserved so much more in this chaotic, cold world,
than a harsh word, and all of the blame...
he deserved happiness, and love, and joy,
he deserved more sunshine than rain.

My heart is not going to take all of this,
it empties itself in my tears.
In torment, my heart cries out for him,
my daddy of so many years.

I cannot fathom, or make any sense
of anything else anymore....
I only know that death is waiting again,
to abruptly shut the door.

Damn you, death! You steal everyone...
my sister, my father, my friend;
damn you to eternity!
Your hold on us never ends!

You take the sweetness, you take the bitter,
you don't play sides, I know;
you force us to engage in the race
to that person, our love to show.

In earnestness, we try to cover
the years that should have been ours...
a last ditch effort to ammend the hurt
and encourage love to flower.

Daddy, I love you, and need you here!
I can't be strong right now...
I know that soon you will be gone,
and the regrets will teach me how.

I learned the lessons you did teach me,
of nature, that you know...
you taught me my love of animals,
and showed me the sunrise's glow.

You taught me how not to go through life,
keeping everything inside;
in my eyes, you are a great man, in your way,
my love for you I can't hide.

Daddy, I love you, and need your hugs
though sparse they were, I admit.
You love me, and that is enough for me,
so in memory I will have to commit.

My son, you saw so many years ago,
when he was just a babe..
it hurts my heart to know you won't see him
growing up, coming of age.

A fine, good boy of five now,
he remembers you from those photos...
you've talked to him several times now,
and that is only what he will know.

Damn you, death, to be so cruel...
to take from a child a love he could know!
Damn you, death! Damn you to hell!
Dad...I love you so.

THE SILVER DINNER BELL

There was a Silver Dinner Bell
in my long-ago, cached past,
and that wonderful, Silver Dinner Bell
has held my memories fast.

Not very extraordinary
in shape, design, or feature,
this revered, Silver Dinner Bell
would never fail to reach ears.

Much like that old scientist,
who worked with conditioned reflex,
our dog, Pavlov, was conditioned;
when hearing it, began the homeward trek.

That innocent, Silver Dinner Bell
so simple, with such power,
would never fail to bring a smile,
no matter what the hour.

The form of it was timeless,
with graceful, curving lines;
not very large, nor ornate,
it is etched upon my mind.

This unpretentious Silver Dinner Bell
holds a time in memory;
my remembrances, so long ago,
when we were still a family

I was young and reckless, and sometimes lost,
but that Silver Dinner Bell
always called us home again...
There was no need to yell.

The sound to that Silver Dinner Bell
was clear, and sweet, and true;
never muffled, dull, or hollow,
it carried on the winds as they blew.

I’ve never forgotten that Silver Dinner Bell,
nor the tone of it’s pure ring;
even as our family fell apart,
I still could hear it sing.

The years flowed on, we went our ways,
of the Silver Dinner Bell I lost track...
Though I still could hear it ringing,
and it would bring the memories back.

My dad remarried years ago;
his wife was very kind.
Her loving ways, and thoughtfulness
are always in my mind.

Then suddenly, a few months ago,
my dad began to fade...
I flew to him when he called for me,
our goodbyes we said over the days.

I saw that Silver Dinner Bell,
upon a shelf, in their hutch;
I told him how I loved that bell,
and would like to have it so much.

He sighed and said it was spoken for,
and that is all he said.
I sighed right back, but assured him
it was alright, it still rings in my head.

The next month my dad left us,
my sorrow was so complete;
I thought of that Silver Dinner Bell...
How  it’s ring was true and sweet.

Last week a package arrived for me,
from her, and my tears started to well;
nestled in the packing
was the Silver Dinner Bell.

I held that Silver Dinner Bell,
and cried such thankful tears.
She’d polished it, shined it, and wrapped it gently;
it’s ring still sweet and clear.

The Silver Dinner Bell now sits
upon my own shelf, here.
That Silver Dinner Bell has come home,
and it still brings a tear.

The tears it brings are different,
though still of my childhood;
gazing at that Silver Dinner Bell,
reminds me of so many people’s love.

CORRUPTION

A test of character unknown,
when pressed, unduly, by higher seeds sown;
the treachery disguised by pay
unleashes forces to their dismay.
The pions, clearly, cleverly victimized,
are set upon and anesthesized.
Revolt is emminent when sacrifice
is made from those lower, not sharing that life.

A deathly pallor casts its' sheen,
and eventually, by those corrupt seen;
the backlash  then, so long past due
will crash them all with vengeance anew.
The crop thus far emits a stench
that causes a pion's jaw to clench.
A higher-up cannot betray,
and expect an honest man to stay.

The bird will sing, though in a cage,
releasing all its pent-up rage.
And when, perchance, the greedy ones
discover that their deeds, now done,
have been, much like Pandora's box,
opened, exposed, and secrets unlocked,
their own dismay at being caught
will prove  a pion's pain in not for naught.

To blow the whistle is sweet revenge,
and such a rightful, fitting end.

SON FOR SALE

My son makes noise to raise the dead,
chases the cats, won't go to bed...
there's ketchup on my rug and walls,
he runs crazed through the house-eventually falls.

He greets you, naked, at the door,
he spills things on the counters and floors.
His toys are scattered through the house,
I yell and then feel like such a louse.

At school they ask what they're thankful for,
my son says, "mom"; my jaw on the floor!
He wraps his arms around my neck,
says he loves me...my tears well, unchecked.

He says the prayers in bed at night,
tells God he loves Him, my heart feels light.
This child prays for kids and creatures,
he has become, to me, a teacher.

My son jumps on my bed and ruins
the bedding, pillows all astrewn.
He waters dirt and makes his mud,
things fall off the walls with such a thud.

He's learned to tell me "no" too much,
when he throws his shoes, my head gets a rush.
He floods the bathroom with his bath,
slams the doors, and breaks the glass.

When sick, my son wants only me;
he brings me flowers {with a bee!}
He helps me mop the floors and dust,
my love for him is a simple must.
He is a typical 5 year old,
"Son for Sale"? No, I'm sold!

FORGIVE ME, I KNOW

When we spoke, there was a serenity,
and a meeting of the minds.
When we talk, there is a comfortable calmness...
yet a fire burns bright in your eyes, as in mine.
I wonder,do you feel alone, in a crowd,
as I so often do?

I wonder how you pass the time,
surviving on wishes,and fantasies,
yet residing in reality....
and still clinging to sanity.
Do you ever want to crawl inside yourself, as I do,
when I need time to myself?
Can you release all your dreams,
or do they keep you alive?

Do they invade your thoughts on a warm,
moonlight night?
Do you transport your soul and spirit
when you need to be free?
Sometimes, I , too, need to breathe.

Where do you put all your hopes...
your desires...your dreams?
They don't show at a glance,
but it shows in your eyes.
I've known many dark days when the silence is pain...
I can see when you're feeling...
it's like looking at me.

Your eyes shine with excitement...renewal...
yet remain distant and dull to my touch.
They speak volumes of heartache,
hurt, and mistrust.
Shy, you insist, but I know it's untrue.
You go so far to the precipice,
nearly letting me in...
then you crawl back inside, to  gather yourself.

I can feel more emotions,
I suspect something more there...
when I reach into your eyes,
you put up a wall... halfway;
yet you smile, slow,
with expressions I find hard to read.

Do you lie awake nights, crying,
because you feel so alone?
Believe it, I do.
Mostly dulls with  the cold and distance.
Sometimes I touch heartache...
it resides in my soul;

I know I should be thankful
I'm not stuck inside...
but a prison is hiding emotions,
and fears and lonliness... like you.
We all create our own bubbles,
so delicate and balanced...
can you live without yours?
I know I can't live without mine.

My heart's always on fire, burning for so many
things...
knowing few will be answered, yet, blindly, I proceed.
My life's filled to the limit with confusion and
pain...
blessings and faith,
yet I know I must continue, though some nights
my heart bleeds.

I cry out to the powers other than me....
Do you hear me?  Do you feel me?
does it matter?

One
         

          drop 
                    

                               in the ocean....
one splash in the street.
I know that you share this,
I know you weep with desires,too.

Please forgive me...I invaded,
I saw into your soul...
but I felt it , I responded,
and for once, I feel whole.

  My day dawns as most,
work, and chores shared with cats...
then a knock on the door,
at this hour- who is that?
The dusk has just settled,
I expected no one...
just settling to read,
now that everything's done.
I pad to the door,
dressed in shorts, and a tee;
open it cautiously,
and who do I see?

My jaw drops three feet,
as I stare at the one
who is standing there, silently;
the man who brought me the sun.
My eyes, wide and brimming,
with amazement and awe...
the shock of your presense
has my jaw on the floor.
The tears well, and spill
from these eyes, wide with joy...
to contain my emotions
is more than I can employ.

My heart thuds and jumps;
I'm transfixed in my place...
my head swims and reels,
like an object in space.
Cats edge towards the door,
then they venture on out;
all I can see are your eyes...
shaking my head to clear doubt.
The blur of the cats
in my periphial view,
propels me to wake up...
now startled anew!

I rush past the Phantom
who has shaken me so,
to gather the cats
and make them safe, all in tow.
My friends safe inside,
I close the door, slowly turn...
Is he really here,
who for so long I have yearned?
Words still escape me,
I stare for ahile...
your eyes are so wonderful
when lit by your smile!

Your grin breaks me free
of my mesmerized stare;
I embrace you so tightly,
your lips pressed to my ear.
I weep in your arms,
both with joy and with love.
I whisper your name,
thanking God up above.
You finally speak,
try to whisper my name...
but your voice, choked and strangled,
comes out sounding strange.

Our hearts, pressed together,
echo each other...
you hold me so tightly,
I fear I may smother!
My legs, weak and trembling,
my hands shaking anew...
my body aquiver,
as yours is, too.
You loosen your hold
for a moment in time,
then you reach out your hand
and entwine it in mine.

Our eyes hold pure wonder
as current charges between...
the first touch we shared,
made that energy stream.
At last, we retreat
to indoors, quite alone;
once again, hand in hand,
we re-enter that zone.
All my questions rush forth
like a dam broken free...
you laugh, squeeze my hand,
and explain it to me.

We talk with attention
'til the coming of dawn;
we don't want to stop...
we both stifle a yawn.
We've laughed, and we've giggled
and been so intense...
I've seen, with a wonder,
why our love makes such sense!
Throughout the long night,
you've held onto my hand...
we are weak with exhaustion-
I can't even stand.

We've shared our dark secrets,
our hopes, and our dreams.
We have so much in common...
much more than it seemed.
The cats have inspected,
and seen you for you...
they agree with me fully...
they approve of you, too!
 When I rested my head 
on your shoulder at ten,
we had gotten to poetry
 as we did again and again.

By one, I had lain
my head in your lap;
you ruffled my hair
as we talked and we laughed.
By four I had felt it
starting to burn;
that surefire desire
had begun to return.
Too tired to talk,
surely too tired for love;
but then we're both crying
in an impassioned hug.

The feel of your arms
enveloping me so,
fans that tumultous desire
as the flames start to grow.
A mew, then a whimper,
escapes from my lips;
as you groan, pressing closer,
tightening your grip.
Exhaustion runs rampant,
but our lips meet instead-
your kiss, sweet, and healing,
sends a rush to my head.

Parting, and breathless,
we growl together, as one;
our gazes locked firmly,
we know we're not done.
I lean back my head...
give my pulse to your touch;
nothing denied you...
I want to feel you so much!
Your eyes, blazing fire,
flare up as I sigh.
Watching you closely,
I catch the flame in your eye.

My heart opens to you,
as the wolf makes his way
towards the surface of you,
and suddenly breaks away!
Oh, my goodness! Such power!
Such animal need...
leaves me momentarily winded,
then the tigress jumps free!
As our mouths lock together,
as we fall to the floor,
panting, and growling...
we've opened that door!

You take me with fierceness,
and love, and with lust.
We join in a tenderness,
and a need that's a must.
together we move,
you let out a howl...
one moment later,
I let loose a growl.
Then something inside me
floats through me like haze...
grabs me, and squeezes,
and leaves me quite dazed.

My heart feels like dying
to preserve this sweet feel-
as our souls intertwine,
nothing seems real.
Gasping, and crying,
and laughing out, too,
I suddenly realize
you feel it too!
Minutes tick by-
surrealism wins.
The passions abates,
but the love doesn't dim.

We rise from the floor
in an odd, peaceful state...
holding hands, still, and moving,
sleep now is our fate.
The bed, soft and warm,
is inviting, it's true.
But the real peace tonight
is being with you.
My dreams are not aching,
your dreams are not haunted...
together, forever,
is all that we wanted.

Drifting, together,
our hearts beat as one;
we sleep with each other,
as the blinds greet the sun