Some recent poems

~Urban God~

Smoggy air blurs my baby blues,

Bloodshot and strained,

And burns my tired lungs,

Clouding my judgement the same as the sky,

Choking out the light,

And the joy,

Leaving tears in its wake,

Oil slick pools in the tainted rain,

Refuse floating carefree,

In a cruel mockery,

Of some serene scene,

Like a sailboat on placid water,

For the poor man, 

Reflections distorted,

On the oily surface, 

Haggard and tired,

Weeping weary,

Hair as gray as the rain clouds,

Rolling restless overhead,

And the smoke of downtown factories,

Black and cruel,

Calluses and dry hands,

Cracked and split,

Like drought lands,

I pray heaven help me,

But when I look up,

All I see is murky gray,

This is the urban god,

Moloch of industry,

Always hungry,

And never full. 

~ Loneliness ~

Do not pass me by,

Footsteps of the traveller,

Come to me in my loneliness,

And lift this dread cloud,

How many years has it been? 

Too long, too long,

Alone, alone,

Hidden away in my despair,

And my solemn shame,

Come to me o traveller,

You need not stay long,

Speak to me not if you must,

But please do not pass me by,

Spare me a glimpse, 

A whisper,

A pittance,

Anything, Anything,

Human kindness need not be much,

For one to know it is there. 

~ Drowning ~

The monsoon will swallow me,

The deluge threatens to sweep me away,

Rain fills my lungs with fire,

And the hail bites my flesh,

The flood swarms around me,

It will consume me,

In one brief flash I will be gone,

The water will sweep me under,

And all that I am and was,

That will be the end,

I wonder what it will feel like,

My watery doom,

I have been close,

But I have never drowned before. 

~The Angry Willow ~

The willow reaches down,

And seeks to strike at me,

Iron corded fronds,

Lusting to bite at flesh,

Is it revenge toward man? 

For the innumerable shed tears? 

Hatred for the scourge? 

Plain cruelty? 

I will never know,

Only that it strings,

The bite of the willow tree,

As it sways madly in violent breeze,

How cruel you can be,

You mean old tree, 

Hurting me so,

For reasons I will never know,

Leaving trails of fire,

White hot,

And angry red,

Until I am weeping as much as the tree,

The tree that did this to me. 

~ Dormant Dreamer ~

#WritcoPoemPrompt120

The wind carried words through the sky that blew thee,

Lying on a velvet swing,

Swinging under a tree,

Whilst waiting for your King,

But the King never came,

And so you grew to adulthood,

Never dreaming the same,

And never having understood,

That dreams are not just the folly of the child,

Or that to put one's imagination away is a great shame,

The years piling have made you complacent and mild,

But the wind has not forgotten your name,

Neither has the velvet swing set,

Or the dancing trees,

The magic does not forget,

Though reviled it does not cease,

Your King still searches day and night for you,

Though you have turned,

His love for you still realized and true,

He has not spurned you,

You dream of him not,

But he still dreams of you,

There is still hope to remember what has been forgot,

Dreaming days never have to be through,

So come to the swing,

Lie down in the singing wind,

Bask in the mystical rime of spring,

And embrace your old friend. 

~ A Walk On The Beach ~

#WritcoPoemPrompt124

A walk on the beach,

Burning sand on bare feet,

So close and within reach,

Our conversation brief but sweet,

But there are eyes,

So I turn away,

Beneath your sighs,

I hear the words you cannot say,

Warmth of sand beneath my feet,

The grit distracts me not,

As the moment does fleet,

And I bitterly rue the lot,

That I will not love you,

Even though you want me too,

I wish it could be true,

But soon this day will be through,

And come tomorrow I will be gone,

I cannot bear to love you through the distance,

I cannot give above and beyond,

To pretend would be a pittance,

And I know you are not a fool,

I cannot lie to you,

Nor be so cruel,

Though I admire all you do,

When the sun sets,

So will you and I,

I pray you soon forget,

And that you refuse to cry,

I cannot fall in love with you,

I must not fall in love,

Not while the sun paints your face with hue,

Though this beach is almost enough,

Enough to chisel away at me,

Like the seawater on the edge of sand,

But I must leave you to be free,

Though now tender I hold your hand. 

~Verbal Abuse~

Why are you crying? 

Why are you weeping,

When it is time for sleeping? 

Are you dying? 

No? Sleep then,

I will not tell you again,

I have told you not to be sad,

You have a bed, be glad,

And a roof overhead,

And after all, you could be dead,

Do you want something to cry about? 

Something that will really make you pout? 

Good, then be quiet,

Lie down and be silent,

I will be back for you at dawn,

And if you so much as yawn,

Remember it will be the fault of your own,

Now lie back down.