Poem-A-Day: Day 428

Chains of Love

Explain when few words
can get broken.

Remember time,
people, the street,
walking about the weather.

Making days last forever,
come, cover, hold, break chains.
Give up together and break chains. 

Remember once
there were doors,
an invitation to falling in and out.
 
Looking out
and cover these chains.
Give up, and the chains break.

These chains explain words,
choose how words get broken,
talk about plans forever.

Come, hold these chains. 
Don't give me the chains, break…

Poem-A-Day: Day 427

Phantom Bride

shy
lonely street
no friends 
silence
and invented truths
drift away
a secret place
steal away
wipe away the eyes
wipe away the upside of town
morning sickness
the phantom
and drift away
secret
steal away the tears
don't wipe away eyes
and mind
drift away
away
don't let eyes
wipe away the eyes
no more
no lies
tears don't cry…

Poem-A-Day: Day 426

Ship of Fools

Believe what is 
spinning.
Flowers, trees,
encapsulating, spinning.
The class didn't know:
one, one, two, two, two, four.
The class didn't know. 
Poor soul,
the fools so precious and cruel/

Try to imagine
dreaming.
See what is spinning.
The baby didn't know that: 
two and two were four.
The baby so young, so uncertain.
Suffer children,
a poor ship precious and cruel.

You know
that one and one and two
was the baby,
the class uncertain.
Little children,
a poor ship of fools.

Why is life cruel?
Sail on the ship so precious.

Poem-A-Day: Day 425

A Little Respect

Discover something
from breaking with forever, 
no reason why.

That me…
that you…
give me…
you give…

Soul calling, “Please.”
And falter arms out, not war
at peace in love forever.
Religion? Reason?

Forsake you…
tell me no…
don't tell me… 
you tell me… 

I hear a little respect
with blue reason making me work.

That you…
me… 
no…
give me… 

You, give a little to me.
I hear you, 
please give a little to me.

Poem-A-Day: Day 424

Spiraling

hard out of mind,
alone thinking,
I avoid pain, 
I won't be sorry,
I know something.
 
maybe I learn, 
it's time,
it's a matter,
it's just time,
it's a matter of time.

just lock my room,
mean to talk to,
people might have seen 
no reminding back,
regret a single heart inside. 

the numbers lift and imagine hearts
and courage to die,
weep at my feet,
wash troubles and imagine angels
around courage to die

Poem-A-Day: Day 423

The Circus

New technology to burn
and no concern for prosperity.

The wheels now too late, 
upset the lied,
upset the eyes,
and shame afraid.
Just waiting in the rain,
pieces dream in industry
moved on and gone.

See history strong,
and a future for man,
a lifetime skilful yesterday,
upset, though we lied. 
The preacher close tempers despair.
Is that another tragedy,
a room once a future?

A working man, a lifetime
for yesterday.

Poem-A-Day: Day 422

Sometimes

It's not the lead hand,
it's not the clothes,
the floor,
you.
I just wait around as we fall. 

Sometimes the harder the pain
the broken decides.

It's not the caress affection,
it's not emptiness,
your desire in bed,
the world. 
Touch, satisfy your body. 

Sometimes the harder the pain
the broken decides.

Sometimes the harder the pain
the broken decides.

Sometimes the harder the pain
the broken decides.

Sometimes the harder the pain
the broken decides.

Sometimes the harder the pain
the broken decides.