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This was part of a project I started a year or so ago, but never finished.

Wither, waiting while we waste, worrying what way we wander, while waking, winking, wistfully waltzing, wanting what we weave.

No Doom in Florida

Do people spend time looking for ways
in which everything harms us and numbers our days?


Our time on this earth seems cloaked in doom.
No plastic or cell phones. Can I still use a broom?


I watched the news and they started to tell
how booze is bad and makes us unwell.


Then the next day, another report,
drink lots of red wine, it's good for your heart.


And smoking will kill you, they assure us it's true.
but grandpa still smokes and he's 92!


Drink water from a tap? Surely you jest.
I saw Erin Brockovich. Boy that was a mess!


The sun will kill you and eat thru your skin
But Florida is crawling with our aging kin.


Their out in the sun, drinking from the tap,
lighting a smoke and taking long naps.


They get on the road, speeding and crawling,
then sip on their wine and sleep through till morning.


These crazy old coots are happy as clams,
waving back at your gestures in traffic jams.


They must have a secret they will not share.
But when I am old I hope to be there.

Smoking and drinking, making you nuts
doing 30 in a 60, cuz I could die on a bus!

What if

(Just a quick something for kids. Wish I had some good pics to  go with it. 

The one's in my head are Awesome! lol)

If left was right and right was left, 

boy would things be such a mess.

And if the door was on the roof,

would knocking come from reindeer hooves?

And if the TV was a chair,

would we sit, for hours and stare?

And if our legs were on our heads,

how would mamma make the bed?

And if the sun were the moon,

would it still be warm in June?

And if the sea was only sand,

would fish be crawling on the land?

And if the birds had no wings,

would they be creepy, crawly things?

And if the earth was just a dot,

would we be here, or would we not? 

Blogging Scoop

Poised & ready, I sit on this stoop,
writing to you my next big scoop.
A plane over head & birds in the trees,
waiting on verse to pass though me.


If I haven't a thought new & unique,
will you post me a note with subtle critique?
Or won't it be seen, as you pass me by,
"This title just didn't catch my eye".


Tapping my pen awaiting a rhyme,
I wonder if I am just wasting time.
The sun will set & pen will rest.
Will you say that I didn't give it my best?


I promised a scoop and it is this,
please get ready, it shouldn't be missed.
You are a victim of time gone by
and you won't get it back, please don't cry.


Apology written and fully expressed.
Now would you like to see the rest?

Battle No More

We hurt and we ask
why this happened to me
instead of accepting
and letting it be.
We hurt and we argue
with swords upon rain,
forgetting the battle
is fueling our pain.
The sting of the slayer
pronounces our fear,
and draws up our armor
as we aimlessly steer.
Steering our pain
with all of our might,
till love is relinquished
and lost in the fight.
Slay as we will
upon rain falling down,
our efforts are futile
as drops lay the ground.
So lift up your arms,
and draw battle no more,
then bask in the rain
sweeping your floor.
Observe the fire,
and part with the source,
then battle no more
with a mightier force.
A force that will cut
and bleed you of will,
to be in peace
and lay joyfully still
He thrives on your struggle
to throw him down,
luring you deeper
in rain pouring down.
But rain always dries
passing over the stone,
if presence prevails
and gives battle no home.
So lift up your arms,
and draw battle no more
then bask in the rain
sweeping your floor.
Accept and rejoice
as surely you live,
are able to feel
and able to give.
Give of your soul, 
not to be owned,
by any one force
calling you home.
It's only a moment,
of passing rain,
sweeping your floor
and saying, "I'm pain".
I lift up my arms
and battle no more,
as I bask in the rain
sweeping my floor.

The Kiss

The earth between us seemed to shift
as gently he moved toward my lips
Eyelids drowsing near to close
hypnotized me to my toes
Skin to skin soul to soul
the world around us was no more

Babes lost

Sinful whispers looming, lost,
transgressing mind, heart & thought
Power raging, battles rise,
demons thriving, angels cry
Dark & light, we sway about,
side to side, now way out.
Beaten, battered by the wind,
screams of pain, from deep within.
Body arching, thrust in rage,
to my knees, my Lord I praise!
Blazing light rushes in,
warm & loving, weakend limbs.
Bowed in awe, I raise my hand,
to loving whispers of, "I Am".
As a doe in early morn',
feeling alive, renewed, reborn.
Still on pastures rippling with life
void of pain sorrow & strife.
I take a moment just to breathe
and feel God's loving hold on me
Knowing well what lies ahead
more sinful whispers preying the dead.

Of Verse and Rhyme - Signature poem)

Of verse and rhyme, I take no bow
the crowds don't gather musing how
How I came to pen my last
ingenius, stirring epitaph.

Because I lay not in the ground
verses rumble all around
I quibble with a line or two
watching genius breaking through.

Through the boundaries of my soul
bursting through that narrow hole
where verse meets paper just in time
for one last  thoughtful, cherished rhyme.

Stirring words just seem to flow
are they bursting from my soul
I know not how they came to be
or of this form of lunacy.

Who speaks for me beyond this form
upon my death will you storm
Storm upon another soul
who knows not how you come and go.

Till then, it seems, I lay in wait
to be served poetic fate
by a master I know not
holding captive my next plot.

KCH

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With heart in hand

With heart in hand I bowed to you,
sobbing, seathing aching fire.
You cast your spear and off it flew
while grasping for you from the pyre.

Leaps and bounds I raise my sword,
and slit my throat as I drew
Nothing measured, nothing scored
the blade so mighty meant for you.

In the dust of my despair,
you flaunt a victor's swagger
I ached to find you unaware,
blood dripping from your dagger.

Wiping drops of my own blood
with tears upon the ground,
My heart beat one last thud,
for the love I never found.

With heart in hand I bow to you,
my knight in shining armor
hard and long the days I grew,
because of you I'm stronger.

Sestina

I didn't know what a sestina was until a friend challenged me to write one. This was my attempt. I doubt I will Ever try That again! Hard to walk away from a challenge. :)


In desperation of peace, I laid under the tree.
I once laid here and marveled at a beautiful rainbow.
It left me with such a feeling of solitude,
as if I were standing still in time.
I came here today wrapped in a gust of wind,
and feeling as if I were buried by a mountain.


I began reading, under the weight of the mountain
and leaning on my friend, the tall oak tree.
The beauty of the words and the soft gentle wind
brightened my world, as the rainbow
began creeping back in. Still in time,
I was carried away back into solitude.


Poetic wonders lifted my solitude
gently higher, as if climbing the mountain
which once held me captive in time.
I took a deep breathe and laid back into the tree.
I closed my eyes, imagining my rainbow
with colors blending to the movement of wind.


Now I am wondering about this gust of wind
that carried me in anger & now lifts me in solitude.
Where's the mountain now? At the foot of the rainbow?
This wind is now peace, but once angered the mountain,
trying to bury me right beneath my tree.
Can mountains move and pass with time?


Back to my reading of once upon a time,
& words that seem to flow like the wind.
I notice a verse about a similar tree,
as the one I lay under, in complete solitude,
rescuing me from the weight of the mountain.
Joy! This story must lead to the end of the rainbow.


How pleasing it would be to find rainbows
in these words, what a peaceful clashing of time.
But wait! The earth is shaking at the mountain,
as storms immerse with rattling wind.
O I pray, in these words, the mountain stands in solitude.
For if it’s disturbed, it may rattle my tree.


Oh thanks to the tree at the end of the rainbow!
Solitude blew through its branches on time
and the wind of eternal peace consumed the mountain. 

Transference

My only short story. I made the attempt!
Street lights reveal 
a quieter time of night
With few passers by,
clicking their heels on worn pavement 
The view from my window limits the site 
of life around the corner
Under the street lamp 
there stands a handsome young man 
Turning his head slowly side to side
he seems to be waiting on someone
These images have me waking more
and wondering about this stranger
Dressed to the 9's 
with jet black hair, standing straight and tall
He turns his head slowly 
with each clicking sound upon the pavement
I imagine, for a moment
that maybe it's me he's waiting for
As my senses stir from sleep
a faint sound of blues comes from around the corner 
A local club 
offering great background music for my visual wanderings 
And a cool breeze blows my long, wavy hair
just off my face for a better view 
Out of the corner of my eye 
I see something white and flowing 
This handsome stranger 
turns his head toward this bright  distraction. 
I'm also tempted to turn 
wondering about this glimpse of white.
But I am still, as he turns his head sharply 
toward the view in the corner of my eye.
I couldn't move 
as if a flash of bright light had just fallen upon me
It was the piercing glow of his eyes 
which captivated me in that moment 
It must have been the street lamp above 
illuminating his beautiful face 
His whole body seemed to glow 
as he smiled in a way I have never seen before 
Now the splash of white, 
from the corner of my eye, is in full view
The source of his brightly lit face 
was not the lamp after all 
But a beautiful and graceful woman 
in a white dress that flowed with the breeze
He touched her face softly 
her arms rose gently and then laid upon his shoulders.
They stood there gazing at each other 
for what seemed like days 
Leaning in for a kiss 
tears began to flow down my face
I see now that It wasn't me he was waiting for 
Or was it?
How deeply I feel their love, as if it were my own.

Dream of spring by KCH

Gone behind us dreary days

O, of spring, there's much to say.

Life blooms brightly, on the path,

remnants lost of winter's wrath.

Fluttering wings upon the sea

illuminate nature's sweet reprieve.

O, of spring, there's much to say,

for now I dream of her dawning day.

No more fear

This isn't my first storm ridden sky,
or first time bowed down to cry.
This isn't my first run in the rain,
or first glimpse of the on coming train.

This isn't my first time, in the bowl,
escaping the net grabbing a hold.
This isn't my first time riding the rail,
or reading a heart as if it were brail.

This isn't my first howl at the moon,
or jumping the tracks a moment too soon.
This isn't my first run, from the fight,
or my first sword, drawn up in might.

This isn't my first, run for the gold,
draped in mud and grabbing a hold.
This isn't my first temptation by fire,
or my first treck through the muck & mire.

This isn't my first stand, at that gate,
or my first trembling fear of fate.
This isn't my first fall from grace,
or my first cleansing, Godly embrace.

Here in the fire, terror unfolds.

Tempting great battles with my soul.

Here in the storm, through pain and tears,

I'm planted in peace, with no more fear.

Weeping willow

Lay me down beneath this tree,
gently folding into me.
Trickling over open skin,
leaves upon its weeping limbs.


As movement from this tree pours down,
I listen deeply to the sound.
A sound which only we  can hear
breathing deeply in my ear.


The space between us closes in,
as life crawls through me limb to skin.
Strong and tall its trunk now perched,
against my body thrown in lurch.


Melodic sound moves through my soul,
off the ground beneath this knoll.
In essence we are bound as one,
entwining roots fast on the run. 


Root and limb have bound me whole,
against the bark now of my soul.
I see the truth beneath this tree,
to bare its soul and set me free.

Who are you

(My first song lyrics. Just need a famous country singer to take them :)


I've been runnin' in the wild, and tearin' up the road
Livin' in the moment, and never growing old.
I've been hanging on the edge, and livin' off the land
true to my nature, of a man without a plan.

Who are you to stoke me, like a wild, blazing fire
and with every little glance, turn the heat up higher?
Who are you to keep me, from all my simple plans
and steal away the comfort of a solitary man?
Who are you to tell me that my life is just a chore
till you whisper, in my ear, that you'll be mine for evermore?

Your eyes laid me out, weary from the jolt
that pierced through my soul, like a blazing lightening bolt.
I haven't been the same, and I never wanted more
than to take a leap of faith, and come knocking on your door.

Who are you to stoke me, like a wild, blazing fire
and with every little glance, turn the heat up higher?
Who are you to keep me, from all my simple plans
and steal away the comfort of a solitary man?
Who are you to tell me that my life is just a chore
till you whisper, in my ear, that you'll be mine for evermore?

Now tearin' up the road, doesn't seem to rock my world
and hanging on the edge, is just waiting on a girl.
So I'm steering from my course, with a plan tucked in my shoe
and nothing seems the same, please tell me who are you?

Who are you to stoke me, like a wild, blazing fire
and with every little glance, turn the heat up higher?
Who are you to keep me, from all my simple plans
and steal away the comfort of a solitary man?
Who are you to tell me that my life is just a chore
till you whisper, in my ear, that you'll be mine for evermore?