I have seen
In a dream
A hidden door.
Through which all pass
And are seen
By man no more.
The Hidden Door
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“Is She Your Daughter”, he said
“Is she your daughter”, he said.
A shake of a grey head.
“Just my friend”, he made reply.
And sought not The other’s eye.
All Poets Cease their Rhyme
All poets cease their rhyme
In the fullness of time.
While others stop their run
‘Ere their time has come.
Meet Me on the Equinox by Death Cab for Cutie
In “Meet Me on the Equinox”, Death Cab for Cutie sing “everything, everything ends”. This is a beautiful track. I relate to the song as a lot of my own poetry touches on the brevity of life.
Conscious of the Wind
The wind sings
In the trees
As I,
Alone,
Pass by
Gravestone.
Or, on the busy thoroughfare,
Oft, he catches me unaware
With piles of fallen leaves
And great boughs brought low.
And then I know
That all must go.
We Chat Over Wine
We chat over wine
For you are mine
For this little time.
And we both know
How this will go.
This night
Must end.
And the polite
Call us boyfriend
And girlfriend.
Writing
In a half dream
Words grow
Then go
On my changing screen.
Oh! sweet sleep
Make me free
Of poetry!
But no, for poetry
Is me.
As Halloween Approaches
As Halloween approaches
The vampire broaches
The possibility of me
Coming round for tea.
She says, “its good
To eat black pudd.
But I never will partake
Of any kind of steak!”.
I reply, “my dear Lou
I shall use garlic shampoo
When I visit this Halloween.
Lou! Why do you scream!”.
Birds
An intense sense
Of my mortality
Comes to me
When I hear
The sweet clear
Song of birds.
Oft when caught
In useless thought
Or in empty words,
I hear the birds.
I see beauty.
And am free
As I Grow Older
As I grow older
A girl’s bare shoulder
And her sweet perfume
Still attracts. Distracts me.
But, when I hear
Her call me “Sir”,
Morning becomes late afternoon,
As night draws near.
