Archive for the ‘Really Old Poetry’ Category

Implication

A colorful metaphor
Exquisite and pearl
A bright shiny warmth
Implicit in you

Shining as diamond
Gleaming as hope
Igniting inside me
Boundless in scope

An embrace of acceptance
Hand on my soul
Eyes seeing my heart
Your reflection of me

Kiss on emotions
You somehow evoke
A vision I treasure
Of fires you stoke

And I of you dream
On soft pillow’d thoughts
Exposing all to you
Of the heart that burns hot.

10-15-98

Waiting ’til

I’ve been waiting ‘til the moment
Waiting ‘til the day
My heart would have the courage
To express the words I long to say

Time itself’s been waiting ‘til
The day when I could know
How to let you know just how I feel
The way I love you so

All my life’s been waiting ‘til
A hand like yours would touch my face
A hand that’s seen the pain of work
Yet whose touch to me is lace

Eternity’s been waiting ‘til
The day like this would come
The day I’ve stopped from looking elsewhere
Because only your radiance is the one

All the passion that’s inside me
All the love I’ve held for you
Is yours to claim, my loving darling
When you wish to claim it, I’ll be waiting ‘til

12-13-98

Who Am I?

Who am I?
A stranger
Moving silently
Down through time
Forward through life

Who am I?
I often wonder
And ponder of me
Creating anew
What I cannot see

Who am I?
You ask as if I knew
Even after I
Asked the question of you

Who am I?
You say you don’t know
And I don’t think you’d lie

Who am I, indeed?
The man you seek, the one you need
Who are you?

10-12-98

The Wandering Minstrel

A wand’ring minstrel played me a tune
And sang of adventures so grand
With dragons and dungeons
And treasure hoards in distant lands

His hammers dulcimer rang in the night
And a crowd gathered round to see
And to listen and hear the tale he wove
As he played out his story to me

Of swordsmen and virtue
His words echoed proud
Of wizards and magic
He sang to the crowd

Then suddenly, suddenly,
A quiet impressed
As the minstrel brought somber
A lute to his breast

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Fanciful

Can you feel how Fanciful’s
The world I take you to,
With lakes and streams and talking trees
Who’ll tell their stories just to you

Look at how lovely Fanciful’s
The world I create
Behold the majestic unicorn!
Let your mind imaginate

See how tender is the Fanciful
Where sweet faeries float and play
Carried along by magic wings
There’s just so much to say!

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