POEM - The New Boyfriend

The New Boyfriend

I’m happy for you

So, he’s the one?

Ok, maybe

I hope he is

you need to be free

I’m still worried

about the carping

yes, I left the tooth paste cap

off

It’s lonely,

just the evenings

At bed time

between the sheets

I fall asleep

but never get warm

You walk and talk

the sex?

It matters

passion

knowing

that we

matter to 

each other

It defined us  

Just don’t let me go too quickly

gently leave me

Mark Wilkinson - Everything To Me

Another of his bests.

Mark Wilkinson - When I'm Not Around

Mark Wilkinson is touring the USA this week.  Check his webpage markwilkinsonmusic.com for the tour dates and locations.  He is one of the best poet, singer, songwriters playing and performing. He has a new CD out, "Wasted Hours."

Enjoy this video.  This is one of my favorite of his songs.

POEM - Chaos

Chaos

You’re not here

Your departure final and complete

The photograph is all that you could give me

all that is left

We took your new camera

and a stranger shot our pose together

The smile

The tenderness

It was love

so I thought

and planned

The photo cheats

harmony

Each departure was sweet

no argument

no anger

just my heart and mind

in chaos

Each time together

ending on a lonely dark country road 

with the headlights

providing just a glimpse

to the future

Patrick Wolf - The Days

The Days

Patrick Wolf

The days, passing days

I see the steeple and trace to the spire

And the sunset

Deepening red

Phoenix and the firefly

And the time stops

Rush hour traffic slows

And my heart starts beating this dark

Through old flesh and cold bones

And I long to be carried on

Just once to be lifted strong

Out of the loneliness and the emptiness

Of the days

Days, passing days

The days I remember

I had your love once

Seized my body whole

And our first dance

Well, I thought by chance

God had matched my soul

But time bought its traveling

This distance and solitude

And in that traveling, myself damaging

I took my love far, far from you

But don't you still long to be carried on?

Once more I could lift you strong

Out of the loneliness and the emptiness

Of the days

Passing days

Passing days

Days

Now tell me

Have we gone too far or did we get too close?

Forgive me, Father, I've no son, here come, ghost

I promise I'll meet you

I'll meet you at the end of the days

The days, passing days

Won't you meet me at the end of the days?

Foul Play

Quietly they perched in their yard

Enjoying the flowers

as the large two legged beasts

hurried about

White as snow

they watched

at breakfast

at lunch

and at dinner

not needing a grain

to keep their vigor

They heard the buzz

of visiting children chattering

eager and at play

but from them

not a peep

With a clap like thunder

they flew from their nest

they attempted

a floor landing

but as eggs

went shattering 

The calamity of this catastrophe

was eased 

as the birds did not die that day

They flew on as a fond memory

The Party

Descending into the dark

a throbbing beat

stings the ears

as smoke

clouds the eyes

Where is the joy

in this warm yellow light

with so much laughter

The smile 

a recognition 

for whom

glancing away

cancellation of an invitation 

The neon 

red and blue

purple and green

to black

the scene unclear

The image in my mind

is not the reflection in the mirror

Time is muffled

the conversations

not heard

Casual transmission

confusion

disappointment

Left is the stickiness

wet rings

and ashes

Ascending into the day

passing

are you ready for the changes