The Shadow Knows


Though voiceless,
its outline screams at me
As if with a lowered head,
the sense of sorrow overwhelms me
Why should this being keep company
with a spry teller of make-believe?
A honed talent caused the weeping and
the grinners to seek my blessing
After words, their lives were changed
If only for a moment
But why is truth a necessity 
when peace and harmony calls?
It creeps towards me
and my name melts 
with whatever mortal sin I committed
it reminds me of a childhood friend
who would smile when I was chastised
for being myself
imagining better, softer times
in a welcoming world of bliss
Who will tell my stories when I can’t?
The price we pay for companionship
often comes with a penalty
For maybe the debt was paid too soon

The Old Man Has a Date


After 74 years
No sign of a shower, though it may rain outside.
He can’t play like a child. The Ex took that away.

After the first encounter,
He never understood his errors. Even his housemates
succumb to his bullying tactics. Onto the next write-off.

Number Four calls him a stalker. He thinks it’s Love
And he is going to make her Love Him. Then, the airmail
breeds fire, brimstone, and handcuffs.

A new resolution calls for a different religious book.
God will bring him the perfect mate. He sees them all as
Perfect. They don’t want to see him anymore. The Ex gave him that.

The Ex took control.
Even after the divorce, now he feels free. He lies to himself
as his prayers go up, over, and out. She knows the truth and so does He.

The Ex took control.
He thought she was happy, after four kids. The Church pitted them.
The Church fitted them. Who or What does she hate more? She lives her truth.

43 years with the same person who wore pants.
He says it was out of Love. She wanted out and got out. Laugh, she does.
74 and trying to court the wrong religion.

How could I Love?


How could I love
When I never
Knew what it was?
I held their hands
And made demands
All just because

How could I love
When I never
Knew what it was?

Eyes and a smile
Made living all worthwhile
I gave and gave
What was it to behave?
Mama told me to save
Like voices from the grave
Now, it’s too hard to shave
Where was the rave?

What can I give
Without a will to live?

Stubborn Little Girl


Stubborn little girl
Why are your hands in curls
Did you get into a fight today
Did your mommy take your pain away?

You look so cute
In your navy blue suit
How many times did you cry
Before you told another lie?

Can you wait for church on Sunday
Or can you make today your fun day?
Somebody cleans you up so well
It’s just so hard to tell

You see shadows without darkness
And speak to them through harkness
What joy is make-believe
When they won’t let you grieve
Stubborn little girl

Beautiful Friend


Let’s go back

to the beginning

Oh, when we both got caught

but it was me who was sinning

With us

it was never about winning

Like who was best

before our hair started thinning

 

Beautiful Friend

My true friend to the end

 

Making others believe

was better than any other

Carried me on your sleeve

when I hid from my own mother

 

Times sure were good

I won’t deny

Did what you could

to keep that fire in my eye

 

Beautiful Friend

Stay with me to the end

Beautiful Friend

For you I’d give again and again

 

It seems

now we live a separate life

In our wildest dreams

never thought about a husband or a wife

 

But it’s so good

being just a phone call away

Still doing what we should

Keeping those memories at bay

 

An airplane ride

can only spoil the sea’s tide

No river’s too wide

to keep my friend from my side

 

Beautiful Friend

Over and over again

You’ll always be my best of kin

Beautiful Friend

 

You helped me

through every storm

What I couldn’t then see

You made me warm without a scorn

 

Beautiful Friend

Beautiful Friend

I’ll always bend backwards

for my Beautiful Friend

 

I hope you know

I’m your friend too

Just in case it didn’t show

I hope it’s not too late to say, I Love You

Beautiful Friend