THE ULTIMATE POETRY COLLECTION 2002
BOOK #11
TIDAL WAVE
I think I’m so far beyond,
The oceans blue and deep,
But then I turn around and see,
A tidal wave chasing after me.
It rushes forward,
I scream, as it engulfs;
And I find myself choking,
On gallons of sea salt.
September 06, 2002
NO
No,
Can only say no.
His way – no,
Can’t go, can’t go.
Hurt, pain,
To much to sustain;
Can only say no,
Can’t go –
No.
September 06, 2002
HERE ON EARTH
I’ve been reaching too high,
Been reaching for a star in the sky;
But really what I need,
Is closer to me,
That what I’ve previously seen.
Its along the grasses and streams,
Under the bushes’ leafy greens –
It’s not in the Milky Way,
Or any other alien highway;
Its been right here,
Where I’ve been,
In earth's’ garden of giving.
September 07, 2002
SECRET ENGAGEMENT
She wakes up,
And looks about –
Peering around the room,
With an expression of doubt;
“No way,” She thought,
She didn’t know if she had been caught.
It was a secret engagement,
She didn’t know what it meant.
Someone she wanted to call,
But on one knew except her,
And this guy who for now had left her.
She didn’t know if it was just a dream,
Or if she really had a coupled future,
Somewhere up the stream.
As she sat up in her bed,
She thought about everything that had been said.
She scratched her head,
And sighed;
Had no ring to prove it really happened in the early light,
Only a feeling of pure delight.
It was a secret engagement,
She didn’t know what it meant.
Someone she wanted to call,
But on one knew except her,
And this guy who for now had left her.
She didn’t know if it was just a dream,
Or if she really had a coupled future,
Somewhere up the stream.
September 07, 2002
ENGAGED
I woke up at about ten;
My head and heart went then,
As I thought about early day,
And the talk I had with this guy,
Which made my feelings reach for the sky.
I reached for my journal and my pen,
Took a breath and then;
I wrote this was the day,
This was the day,
My life completely changed.
Yeah on this day,
On this day,
Another gave me his hearts’ key,
And I said yes to being married.
I dreamily got up at eleven;
I wasn’t sure if it had been a dream,
Or if I really had been handed heaven.
I wasn’t sure, not sure at all,
And I had not sworn to tell;
But I knew it was true cause my heart swelled.
It beat that.
This was the day,
This was the day,
My life completely changed;
Yeah on this day,
On this day,
Another gave me his hearts’ key,
And I said yes to being married.
September 07, 2002
DRIFTING AWAY
We’re drifting away.
There’s nothing much any-more,
That I can or want to say;
We’re drifting away,
Lives on different sways,
Heading into completely different bays.
We’re drifting away,
Pace is unbeatable,
It’s inevitable,
We’ll drift away.
September 08, 2002
DREAMS CAN COME TRUE
He smiled his warm, wonderful, smile,
And said;
“Dreams can come true,
When you feel it in your heart,
And envision it in your head;
Yeah, dreams can come true,
So don’t turn your back,
What you want will come to you.”
I walk around the park,
Sit on grass till it’s dark,
Thinking what a lark –
It’s so far off the mark;
But then comes his warm, wonderful, smile,
And the words he said;
“Dreams can come true,
When you feel it in your heart,
And envision it in your head;
Yeah, dreams can come true,
So don’t turn your back,
What you want will come to you.”
I shake my head,
And walk away,
To hibernate until next day –
Then in my dreams we walk along a quay;
And he smiles his warm, wonderful, smile,
And says;
“Dreams can come true,
When you feel it in your heart,
And envision it in your head;
Yeah, dreams can come true,
So don’t turn your back,
What you want will come to you.”
September 08, 2002
GONE AGAIN
She’s gone again,
I’m crying, crying;
She really was my closest friend,
I can’t stop sighing, sighing,
Since she ended the friendship,
With a cruel, quick, quip.
I know underneath,
She thought in my mind,
I was lying,
My care for her a doubt;
But I truly did care,
That’s why I stayed there,
Even when I was in her laser red stare.
She’s gone again,
I’m crying, crying;
She really was my closest friend,
I can’t stop sighing, sighing,
Since she ended the friendship,
With a cruel, quick, quip.
Yeah I’m sighing, crying,
Cause I cared, and shared.
In my own mind,
I had no doubt;
I was never intending,
On turning about,
And walking out.
She’s gone again,
I’m crying, crying;
She really was my closest friend,
I can’t stop sighing, sighing,
Since she ended the friendship,
With a cruel, quick, quip.
September 08, 2002
WET
He watches her,
Saunter to the well.
As she fills a pail of water,
He feels himself inwardly swell.
As she unhooks the bucket,
And walks back to the farm,
Some water splashes onto her arm;
He thinks of dragging her,
To a pool of water lulled calm.
He wants to take her,
To the waterfalls;
Drench her hair,
Moisten her lips,
Make her clothes cling,
To her thighs and hips;
He wants to see her wet,
Make the water glisten like sweat.
He stalks her from behind,
She walks with air in her mind;
He speculates she’s a fairy kind,
The type who has a harsh life,
And a starry mind.
She stops to take a sip,
As the water in her cupped hand,
Meets her lips,
His thoughts slip.
He wants to take her,
To the waterfalls;
Drench her hair,
Moisten her lips,
Make her clothes cling,
To her thighs and hips;
He wants to see her wet,
Make the water glisten like sweat.
He falls deliberately,
Making a loud clash;
She spins round –
He soon has his grazed arm in her sash.
“You poor old man.”
She says sympathetically,
“Come – I’ll clean your wound.”
He smiles greatly.
He wants to take her,
To the waterfalls;
Drench her hair,
Moisten her lips,
Make her clothes cling,
To her thighs and hips;
He wants to see her wet,