My Friend

I watch you friend revisit the past
Hoping to make those memories last
Chasing that unforgetable ghost
To heal that wound that hurts the most

Look forward friend to brighter days
Don't wander in you heart's decays
I'm here to listen when you need a friend
Don't ever think you've reached the end

I understand too the pain you feel
However different, my pain's still real
Yes, God's love will see us through
But we sometimes need a friend's love too

Merry Christmas

Christmas upon us as I search for that joy,
that can't be delivered by Santa or toy;
That peace so elusive it's just out of reach,
not the kind that is found relaxed on some beach;
That hope so internal, it's way deep inside,
can only be found when we remember who died;
The love that we give and love we receive,
Is a true gift to us when we sincerely believe.

Could Have

You could have said hi
Or your final good-bye
Instead of playing your silent game

You could have said hi
But didn’t even try
And I am not taking the blame

You could have said hi
Or continued the lie
Just by whispering my name

You could have said hi
But just let me cry
I’m wondering why you even came

You could have said hi
Or just a sad sigh
To let me know it’s still not the same

From A Random Visit

A maiden on the park bench sat
So verily I began to chat

Striking beauty and heart of gold
I wondered loudly how she grew old

"I married once, you know," she said
"the rejection of his heart I bled"

She tossed a laugh and crossed her brow
"Never again, that was my vow"

"Unless a love was perfect whole
marriage would never be my goal"

"Instead I loved far and wide
Never assenting to be a bride"

"One I loved for his sweet kisses
but integrity this man misses"

"Two was for his moral side
but his sense of humor I couldn't bide"

"Three and four were of the scholar type
who brushed me off with an easy swipe"

"Five was artist simple and pure
with a soul as tortured as mine I'm sure"

I went about my busy day
pondering all she had to say

Now my life craves something more
But what it was I wasn't sure

A connection that answers every dream
isn't possible or so it'd seem

So onward with the endless quest
to find the love that fits me best

Play Ball

'Tis ball season and the house is a mess
I'm a terrible housekeeper, that I'll confess
Though not lack of trying, I'm up til all hours
Cleats on the stairs and books make fine towers

The laundry that's not to be folded today
is piled to the rafters and there it'll stay
Dishes in sink stacked all a clutter
is more than enough to make a mom mutter

Three strikes and six more innings to go
then maybe my overgrown yard I can mow
Put off the chores to watch the kids grow
I hope they'll remember how I loved them so

A response to Emily

You had the right idea Ms Dickinson,
to love and pine
from afar
Away from society's close speculation
and
over inundation
that would rather
keep you in their jar.

Ms. Dickinson,
you write so often
of the rise
and fall of love
But should it so alter
I wonder
when we do falter
or can it not
boost us up and above

Oh my dear Ms. Dickinson,
your era
reminds me
when man was a gent
even after
woman's relent
and loved her
for endlessly

You had the right idea Ms. Dickinson,
to flee society
to live in perfect peace
to not let them in
All over
again
and to let their rumors
eventually cease

Agoraphobia

Some days it’s all I can do not to run back to my house,
To lock all the doors,
To keep the world out and my self safe.

I like interacting with people
To a point
I like visiting and chatting

I just don’t feel safe
Unless I am here
Locked in with the world locked out

Or with a close friend
That will protect me
From all the evil unseen imagined terrors

I used to be so confident
I knew I was safe
Until safety was taken from me

I fight this feeling
With everything I’ve got
I do not want to be it’s victim