A Man’s Day #poetry #photography

Eyes that radiate summer

warm my being in the heart of winter

strong arms hold me back

from running toward another mistake

lovingly you embrace me

though I’m a complexity of errors

Like spring’s friend the firefly

you light the way for others

unaware you humbly beam cheer

spinning daily kindnesses

like the ever dutiful spider

who weaves above my doorpost

I am drawn to your window of beauty

prismatic you make another angle

through life’s aperture

sometimes I spin in circles

and marvel at the inspiration

that you with a word place into the sky

****

man flips a coin

chase his own wild dreams

smooth the way for others

***

There are men in our world who are loving, kind, honorable. There are also men those who are narcissistic fiends. I am blessed to know  (and have known) some exceptional men who have made the journey of life bearable. This is dedicated to – well he knows 🙂

Poet’s United Midweek Motif wants to recognize men this week – A Man’s Day.

 

 

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They Call her Peace #poetry #photography

A rose called Peace

In my hand I held her

a fragrance that grows faint

she dipped into the sunshine

we insulted her with paint

*

In my hand I held her

not wanting to let her go

breezy calm like spring time

I wish they’d let her grow

*

In my hand I held her

though she damaged by the storm

the reds of hate assailed her

hopes and dreams were dashed and torn

*

In my hand I held her

she seems so out of reach

man  bent on world dominion

her name – they call her Peace

Kim’s prompt for Poet’s United / Verse First is Close to the Source. When I saw the little blossom on my rose bush (this am), I felt the need to write this for her. The bugs and deer rarely leave a bloom. The symbolism is strong for this little rose.

A Toast to – wine, women and … #poetry

“Ignorant fool”

she laughed

raising her glass

“will women never learn?

he loves the smorgasboard

taste this

feast on that

at evening’s end

he always goes home alone

to belch up his dessert

of red heads, blondes, brunettes

take it

all of them”

she flings the contents of her wine glass

to the silenced one

“you will need this”

she handed her the now emptied wine glass

“for your own tears”

The amazing photograph was from stock photographs

Those Blue Eyes Too Much to Handle

Those blue eyes

it was all I could do

to keep my head down

or trouble would brew

***

Those men with blue eyes

can drive me to drink

guess that’s better

than not being able to think

***

My knees are shaking

my pulse is off course

those eyes of his

he knows are the source

***

I’ll walk away quickly

and save my esteem

those blue eyes of his

I’ll save for my dreams