Poems Galore!

I have been MIA in the past several months because I have been working on a book of poetry that is set for release on Juneteenth. I had to cut some of the poems in order to make the book of poetry more manageable. I decided to feature 12 of my favorite poems that didn’t make the book in the next two posts. FYI – I tend to number my poems due to my love of Emily Dickenson. Also, these poems were writting between 1990-1999. They may contain out-dated slang or technology references, LOL!

#87

Not a sound can be heard

Or motion detectable

This is my solace

I go here to heal

It’s comforting here

There’s a balance

I can dip my feet in a cool mountain spring

And warm my hands by a campfire

I will enjoy the solitude

The peace of mind it brings

For as long as it lasts

Before the chaotic world

          pushes itself in                                      

#107

I didn’t intend to do this

I fought the urge easily before

But I was compelled

By my child-like desire

That swept away my reason

My fingers paged through my address book

And the phone became glued to my ear

I prayed you would not be there

But as fate would have it

You were 

And we talked as if nothing had changed

Now I am more confused than ever

You have that way with me

I’m not in love with you

I hardly even know you

But I am drawn to you

As a familiar old teddy bear

That you scoop and hold when you’re sad

Is that what draws you to me?

The child you wish you were

Naïve and vulnerable?

Sweet and honest?

It’s difficult being a perpetual adolescent

I want to be a strong eagle like you

And never allow my feelings to show

Then I could handle my life better

And people would take me seriously

Do you realize how I envy you?

But I say none of this

From politics to our alma mater

A conversation based on small talk

In an hour and a half

But you still desire to hear from me

And like an idiot I know
I will eventually call again

I can never give up on this strange friendship

Where both of us play the game of secrets

Daring the other for some true confession                                         

#126

Unprotected 

All wounds exposed

Rubbed raw, bloody sheets

This ache numbs all other feelings

With a jagged knife

You turn in for the kill

Broken spirit,

Crushed heart

Your spoils of war laid bare

Shredded innocence, 

Stolen soul

Lying bound and raped

In an endless cry, I sing

“Hoka hey”

“Hoka hey”

#148

Waiting

in stasis

wrapped in defensive layers

changing and growing

being sheltered and pensive

longing to stay inside just one more day

excited about what lies awake in the great beyond

Waiting

soon these wings will unfurl

spread and fly to a new home

away from the past that clings

snapping, threatening to ensnare

screaming, afraid of being caught

once again

wrestling for life

fighting for freedom

until the shell cracks

light streams in

instead of burning

it’s warm and soothing

reaching for it

soaring from all the misery

free as a butterfly

but strong as a falcon

#4

Hair—as soft as a horse’s mane

Eyes—deep and intense as they bore into me

Face—sharp and chiseled as a Roman statue

Hands—rough but gentle as they caress my skin

Soul—untamed and fearless as you look into my eyes

Heart—childlike and mischievous, smiling as we passionately kiss

Fulfilling all my fantasies

Not even the heavens can complain

Daring me to lose myself completely

As we lay in heated bliss

My Native Prince

#27

You owned me

I adored you

You endured me

I thought everything of you

People change

Bonds dissipate

However

Still I love you.