"Only Me"
I fear that tone
of voice.
It reminds me that
I have no choice.
I once promised to play
by your rules.
I didn't realize it
would lead to duels.
I find it certain, I'll never
your heart's secrets know.
For once I can't express
the regrets
as they grow.
That I am not
The things
you wished me to be!
Alas, my friend
I'm only me!
10/13/84
"Divided Soul
Comes a time
in one's life.
The soul divides
because of strife.
When lost passions embers
are re-ignited.
Admidst childish glee
we are excited.
We forget all things
In that dance with joy.
And all our troubles
passions flare makes sing.
When denied a home
it rips and shreds.
And sends us cowering
to our beds.
In all our lives
within our heart,
we found but two
to share this part.
That tiny secret place
we hide with care.
Because when opened up
Our's souls laid bare.
And in this stolen
passions light,
We found it burning
twice as bright.
1/27/97
"Reality"
Dreams are still forming
lost somewhere in my mind.
I wonder daily whenever
life's highway will be kind.
To love and be loved
the world's greatest pleasure.
Not seeking but finding
someone I could treasure.
Dreams that are half formed
must now lie in wait.
We know in our minds eye
reality is the cruelest bait.
The haunting sounds
of loving laughter.
Of arms still awaiting
the precious gift of together.
Thoughts of passion's kindled
with no lover's touch involved.
A dream that's never dwindled
leaves our problem less than solved!
2/23/97
"But Not Always"
Poetry is like the trees.
It sways and caresses our
minds with ease.
But not always!
It can recall laughter or pain,
or just a dreamers thoughts in vain!
But not always....
April 1978
Published in Our 20th Century's Greatest Poems
"Spirals"
Lofty spirals round the moon.
Delicate the hum
of love's sweet tune!
Made discordant by
It's nature.
Was it just a little grey lie?
Or self-preservation the
motivation of your nature?
What lies ahead?
I'll not hazard
a guess!
I must sit and wait,
while you follow your quest!
Where will it lead?
You've been there before!
How many will you find?
Your images to adore!
My love will await,
Much as before.
For the sound of the phone,
or the knock at the door!
March 8, 1978
