She fills the sky
with a rainfall of words,
a hurricane of syllables,
a thundering of sentences.
She brews a storm,
but he stands impermeable
in silent eloquence
amid her eye.
poem-glad July 7, 2014
She searches
for
words,
music,
assurances.
His tongue
writes
her poetry
and she sighs
on the harmony
of their song.
poem- wishes July 6, 2014
She likes a bad boy.
She likes the attitude,
the tats,
the danger,
the rebellion,
the dissatisfaction.
She likes that he’ll cheat
on his wife with her,
plan their future,
dream with her.
That woman doesn’t
deserve him, she says,
while she wishes.
That woman doesn’t
understand him, she says,
while she wishes.
He embraces her,
briefly.
When he leaves her
pregnant,
crushed,
jaded,
she’s surprised,
by all he’d revealed
to her before,
and she thinks it’s
his fault,
she’d wished.
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.
.
.
Another sad example of, “If you keep doing what you’ve always done, you’ll keep getting what you’ve always got.”
poem-karma July 4, 2014
You told the kids
he was useless, stupid, weak.
You bullied him
into believing it himself.
You kicked him
out the door, and mocked his
adoring devotion to you.
You didn’t deserve him
and now someone better
has discovered a treasure.
So while you sleep
from man to man,
like the good Christian woman
you always claimed to be,
your kids now see what
you had blinded them to.
That kind, loving man
is finally getting the relationship
he deserves.
.
.
,
Just heard yet another story of some woman abusing her kind-hearted man, and I had a flashback. Excuse the rant. (cough).
poem-caught July 2, 2014
The “Isle of Capri” scent
wafting from the Lampe Berger
was supposed to ensure
you
didn’t
walk up the stairs and ask,
“What’d you burn?”
Perhaps I’ve used this strategy
once too often?
.
.
.
I am vaguely amused that the photo on the Lampe Berger homepage shows the exact lampe that I was using… (cough)
poem- what June 27, 2014
When his gaze
met hers
across the room,
what
he meant to say
with his wink
was, ‘You entrance me’
‘I want to know you.’
‘I will fill your life with joy.’
But when she looked
again,
tears poured down his cheeks,
while he blinked feverishly,
so she looked away,
toward another sultry smile.
When his gaze
met hers
across the room,
he had much to convey
with his winking eye
but all his dreams
were destroyed
by a lens-bound fly.
poem- greedy June 24, 2014
I want
sun on your shoulders
breeze in your hair
speed in your feet
you with
me.
poem- nestled June 15, 2014
I crawl between clean sheets,
inhaling crisp scent.
You snore softly on your side,
then reach out and pull me
against you, our ankles entangling,
fingers weaving together
your snores still filling the
dark, dancing with me
in your dreams.
poem- if I loved you more May 25, 2014
If I loved you more
it would ooze out of my pores
explode from my brain,
sizzle on my skin.
If I loved you more
you would never leave my side
I would wrap around your limbs
palpate your heart in my hands.
I could not love you more
for I am sloshing with love,
full to bursting,
obsessed,
with you.
Shawn L. Bird 