Idle, wild, addled, able ‘Eager pleaser’ seeks the fabled Anticipating sweet immersion Penetrating dream conversion Not for sake of some diversion But for the heart of you. Believing in the dream unraveled The life-long coupled path to travel Past odd hurdles not disclosed Roadblocks, doubt and fears imposed Committed open heart, exposed All for …
Kitten’s Lap
The fire chattered warmly as I curled up, nearly napped With my back towards the fireplace, my head in Kitten’s lap My mind was filled with jousts and kings And lore of days gone by And I did not hear the tear, appear in Kitten’s eye That salt-warm tear ran down her cheek unnoticed …
Walkin’
I’ve seen the mist rising on a dry river bed – I knew the water lay there undetected I’ve seen the clouds rising up behind your eyes – when you felt yourself unprotected I’ve walked the shallow fields of your fallow mind – divining rod twitching in my hand Searching for the soul that I …
Slip
As always, the buzzing troubled his sleep. The whirr of it mutated his dreams and sent him into a cold sweat. The image that infiltrated his slumber, again, was of a hoard of flying insects. They flew in perfect ranks, descending out of the sun, intent on his destruction. Time to wake up! Upon waking, …
Anglo-Cristo (a poem with teeth)
Such a White Man Blue eyed, trimmed beard, robes on A small lamb in his arms He’s knocking at a door His face benign, omniscient understanding The look both Mormon boys showed hours before When their staunch white shirts Left shadows at my door Though I clench my teeth still tighter Yet, that picture …
Language Troubles (dissecting of speech)
I am having a little trouble with language. Specifically, the term “Bi-weekly”. You see it means BOTH twice a week and every two weeks. So, when my hot new girlfriend says that we should make love bi-weekly – I’m flummoxed. Now granted, we are just getting to know more and more about each other (and …
The Ogre (a poem)
So, it’s over, and you’re leaving – I can handle that I think you’re gonna be surprised how strong ‘not knowing’ has helped me be Because it’s hard to have doubts when you love someone But harder still when fear, becomes reality. I don’t so much mind the mess my life’s become It seems …
Quintessence (a love poem)
With Zeal I sought the Camelot Quixote like it seems My heart unfurled, as senses whirled A world alit with dreams Her kiss inspired, my senses fired The dream became a form The shape of she, it is for me Quintessence soft and warm I thought I’d found a love profound A …
Ungrateful Beans (a poem of youth)
Naively he ordered the 'Happiness Stew' While his youth is the food of my dreams Yet later, when his meal arrived, well I knew Cold plates full of ungrateful beans Death as a concept was clearly surreal Just maturity gone to extremes Youth's a glad Chocolate Parfait - the dessert of the meal Then cold …
Open Mic Night ( a poem on silence)
My Poem ends... Silence... just silence Mounting... Surging... A crescendo of non-specificity, riddled with portent Silence Although nothing, it exists Persists by mutual consent Content to sit and linger on What it will not place its' finger on My poem ends...
Sam VanMusings 