Over the years, poetry has served as a way for me to work through my feelings. Here's a sampling. To order one of my poetry books, click HERE. Enjoy!
I want to tell him, how I feel,
I want to hug him, make it real.
I want to kiss him, deep and hard,
I want to squeeze him, no holes barred.
Does he know how I feel, can he read my mind?
Does he know he’s such an amazing find?
That sexy smile, has he a clue?
I have never seen, eyes so blue.
I want to tell him, the thoughts in my head,
I want to drag him right into my bed.
I want to tell him, that I fight to resist,
Running into his arms, for a great big kiss.
Must not say a word, must keep it inside.
Can’t stand it one more day, can no longer hide…
I need to tell him how I crave his touch,
I’ve never wanted anyone, quite this much.
His smile, his eyes, they possess my dreams,
He’s in my thoughts all day it seems.
Whenever I see him, I melt inside,
If he asked, I would open my legs so wide.
Does he feel the same way towards me?
Will I ever know? Oh, how can this be?
His eyes seem to say, “I feel this way too”,
But I can’t be sure, I haven’t a clue.
Is he laughing inside when I gaze and stare?
Is he playing with me, pretending to care?
Is he taunting me, playing with my head?
If I could only get him into bed…
Then I could show him, my feelings run deep,
We’d make love all night, not one wink of sleep.
Our passion would sizzle, our bodies as one,
We’d cuddle til morning, wake up with the sun.
Feelings live within our soul,
If we keep them inside, they dig a big hole.
Feelings are meant to share with others,
Our friends, our kids, our sisters and brothers.
Love feels so good, to give and to get,
Love is endless, on that you can bet.
And peace is so calm, like a smooth lake at dusk,
Quiet like the mountains, it smells like musk.
Happiness, joy, makes us smile ear to ear,
Like playing with a puppy, or petting a dear.
Along with these feelings, sometimes we might find,
We feel sadness or pain, but I really don’t mind.
Cuz I know that when the sadness goes away,
I’ll feel good again, it will be a new day.
Those feelings of grief or anger or rage,
Are soon gone, I can start a new page.
So embrace all your feelings,
The good ones and bad,
Don’t push them away,
You‘ll end up being glad!!!
I want to share my soul with you
I want us to be one.
I want to love you with all my being.
I want to look into your eyes and see all the possibilities.
I want to connect with you in the deepest way.
I want to feel free to let loose.
I want wild, crazy, the outer limits, I want to the world,
I want to scream, to laugh to cry as one.
I want life, joy, laughter, happiness, love, and tears, calm and peace.
I want passion, as tall as the mountain, deep as the ocean,
limitless as the sky, big as the universe.
I want to share my soul with you.
I’m buzzing I’m tingling my body is alive my brain won’t stop thinking!
How will I survive this burst of energy, ideas and much more?
I have so much I want to explore.
I am driven all day til I drop to the floor, I can’t keep up this pace, can’t do anymore.
I want it all done, right now, today!
Don’t want anything to get in my way.
Not the kids or the house
Or the car or the spouse,
Just full speed ahead!
If I keep up this pace I’ll soon be dead.
I’ll try to slow down get a grip, take a rest,
Then I jump up, my brain is such a pest.
“Shut up!” I say, calm down, go to sleep.
Then I rest for awhile, have a dream, count some sheep,
When morning comes, I am up with the dawn
My energy sparking, how can I go on?
I’m afraid if I stop I’ll crash into the wall,
I’ll curl up and die, I’ll take a big fall.
There’s no middle ground, its either up or down,
Help me live with this! I no longer want to frown.
They know what they want. I waffle.
They make decisions. I torture myself with options.
They stand up for themselves. I don’t know what I stand for.
They have a best friend. I have acquaintances.
They have a place in the world. I am still searching for mine.
They enjoy what they have. I dwell on what I am missing.
They express their feelings. I don’t know what mine are.
They are happy. I contemplate what happiness really means.
They enjoy the moment. I am too busy thinking about the next one.
They relate to other people. I am closed up in a box.
They laugh at themselves. I analyze myself.
They are surrounded by family. I am isolated.
They are content. I am unsettled.
They are predictable. I am constantly changing.
They are boring. I am interesting.
They have no vision. I see all the possibilities.
They paint their walls white. Mine are all colors of the rainbow.
They see a flower. I see a masterpiece.
They haven’t questioned the meaning of life.
I will not rest until I find the answers.
Poem from art “Death of Marat” Jaque-Louis David
Life is over, I move on to a better place,
My body will no longer take up earth space.
My spirit is free to go where it may,
I have so long been waiting for this day.
Life was great, I had lots of fun,
But earth is restrictive, so to my head I put a gun.
I begin my journey, where it leads I know not,
I am ready to explore, I bet I’ll learn a lot.
I’ll finally know what God really is,
What happens when you die?
I’ll know the answer to this quiz.
First I’ll take a trip to eternity and back,
Then I’ll go visit my dead uncle Jack.
I am weightless and free,
How I wanted to be,
Why the world exists, I will now finally see.
I’ll know all the answers, I’ll be open to is all,
I’ll no longer have to worry about if I’ll ever fall.
Don’t have to worry about how to do my hair,
Or where to live or work, I just won’t care.
No more sunsets at the beach, no more sand in my toes,
No more sex in the morning, that’s just how it goes.
No more sadness or pain, no more tears in the dark,
Just peace and love and joy, like a walk in the park.
A Sad Day
When death feels close, it’s a welcome relief,
Just want to curl up, they would cringe in disbelief.
There is no other escape, from this darkness and pain,
I just want to run outside in the rain.
I want no more to do with this thing they call life,
I don’t care anymore, too much strife.
The black of the night is all that I crave,
I can’t deal with this world, I need a dark cave.
Why bother fighting these feelings of dread,
I am sick of hearing the voices in my head,
I hate the whole world, I even hate me,
I want to go away so I will no longer be.
I’ll just disappear and then I’ll be cured,
Won’t worry about what’s happening in the world.
I won’t feel dread or sadness or pain,
Maybe peace and relief will be what I gain.
“But wait” says the voice that sounds like a cat,
“What if death is not what you think, what of that?
Suppose for a moment, that you still feel blue,
The feelings don’t go away, but stay with you?”
“Then what will come of your nights and days?
You might always feel bad, living in a haze.
Maybe death won’t take you where you want to go,
There’s no turning back, so just take it slow…”
But I’m not fit to be here, not fit to go on,
I don’t deserve love, not from anyone.
I should just be alone, not cause others pain,
Sometimes I feel, like I might be insane.
I get through each day, just barely intact,
I need more control over how I react.
For now I will sleep,
Tomorrow’s another day,
Will I make it through?
It’s hard to say.
A note from a friend
I began this poem, then let it sit for awhile,
I would finish it later, after jogging a mile.
I took a shower, there was lunch to be had,
Didn’t feel like writing, I felt kind of sad.
After a nap I'll be ready to write,
Just sit down and finish, if it took all night.
Then I woke up, checked email real quick,
A note from a friend, who said she was sick.
Maybe dying, could be, not sure how bad yet,
So I wrote back a note, “Just try not to fret”.
“Maybe it’s nothing”, I wrote through my tears,
I wish I could hug her, dispel all her fears.
But I just sat there, trying hard not to weep,
There was nothing I could do, for my friend in pain so deep.
A few weeks later, it happened... she died,
I went to her funeral, came home and I cried.
When people die, the pain is on us,
The living, they make such a fuss.
The dead just lie there, so quiet and still,
They can sleep forever, without taking a pill.
Just off to the next world they go,
What happens when they get there,
I guess we’ll never know.
No longer here to share in life’s joys,
Like walks on the beach, or making out with boys.
Do they know what they’re missing, does it matter anymore?
Do they find peace, an ending to life’s war?
I will miss my friend, she touched my life in every way,
I’ll never again see her again, not one more single day.
But wait… I can see her, even though she’s died,
Always in my heart, somewhere deep inside.
Her face, her words, her goofy smile,
So many memories, they should last awhile.
Think about people you hold dear in your heart,
Perhaps they moved away, to get a new start.
Maybe it’s been years since you’ve seen them last,
Do you remember the things you’ve done in the past?
Everyone we meet, touches us in some way,
Maybe even me, as I stand before you today,
Maybe I will touch a nerve in your soul,
You could be changed forever,
Yes this is my goal,
To teach you that life is precious indeed,
All the people we meet, any color or creed,
Are here for the moment, then depending on the day,
Might stay friends forever, or might just go away.
What is the lesson learned from this prose?
That’s for you to decide, one more thing before I close,
When you lose someone, from your cadre of peers,
Remember their laughter, even through your own tears.
When you’re done crying, turn to one standing near,
Give them a hug, and make it clear,
Although you are sad for the one who is gone,
The ones left are special, still here to enjoy the dawn.
One day you might check your email real quick,
And see a note from a friend, saying she's sick.
But they are here for today, so enjoy that silly grin,
And forgive them if you need to, for that one little sin.
Sunshine or Rain
There is something about you I cannot explain,
When we're together, in sunshine or rain,
I feel at peace, a smile on my face,
I stare into your eyes, my mind starts to race.
Keep it under wraps, cannot reveal,
Its way too soon, to know how I feel.
Thoughts of the world, of spirit and then,
An hour's gone by, or has it been ten?
Time stands still when we're in the same space, Conversation flows, at such a fast pace.
You're not allowed to feel so deep,
For someone who's not yours to keep.
So, stuff it down, pretend it's not there, Act really cool, as if you don't care.
But the feelings remain, even in this denial, How can I cope? Just put on a smile.
Free to explore, what's on our minds,
The more we talk, the more I find, My brain's on fire! Ideas coming fast, I wonder how long, these feelings will last.
And your questions, so deep, challenge my thoughts, “Why do you think that?” But sometimes I’m caught, Without answers, and then, from somewhere unknown, A solution appears, I don't feel so alone.
But deep down inside, I'm sad and confused. Does he feel the same way? Or will my ego be bruised? And what if he does? What does it matter? He belongs to another, this is all just chatter.
I can't hold it inside I have so much to say, So I write what I feel, and get on with my day.
Then our time ends, to our lives we go back, But the thoughts keep coming, ideas I don't lack.
There's something about you, I cannot explain,
I look forward to next time, in sunshine or rain.
The Happy Poem
Love! Joy! Laughter! The good things in life.
I fight the urge to write sadness and strife.
I see the hills, the trees, ocean and the rocks,
I smile when I think about warm fuzzy socks.
The world’s full of wonder,
If you just look around,
So many sights, so many sounds.
Keep your eyes open,
Don’t miss a beat,
Walk in the grass, with your bare feet.
Laughter and joy, the first step of a child,
A bird takes flight, the forest so wild.
The warmth of the sun, on a cold winter’s day,
The smell of the flowers, in the middle of May.
A lover’s quiet whisper, when you’re dancing real slow,
A warm cabin, a fire, sledding in snow.
A kitten, a puppy, a single red rose,
Lying on the beach, sunscreen on your nose.
Reading a book, diving under the sea,
Building a house, in the branches of a tree.
Riding the waves, or sailing the seas,
There are so many pleasures, many more like these.
Next time you’re blue, feeling sad or alone,
Remember the good times I’m sure you have known.
Think of the happy, the good and the fun,
Think of a joke, or go for a run.
Smile at people, you see on the way,
I bet it will brighten the rest of their day.
GUEST POET: Manuel Shipwood
When was the last time you did something for the first time?
When was the first time,
was the last thing you were thinking of?
When was the last time
you were grateful for that one aspect or person in your life, for the first time?
When, do you think, you will have
to do all those things you'll do one day,
when you've got more time?
When was the last time,
your heart tuned into the rhythm of a drum, dancing, on fire, wild and beautiful?
When was the last time,
you allowed all your feelings and emotions to be as present as they want to be, using them as a well of wisdom instead of breaking waves at the shore.
When was the last time,
you allowed your mind to be free like the wind? Soaring above the clouds?
When was the last time,
you experienced unlimited gratefulness
for mother earth beneath your feet,
holding you, nourishing you,
protecting you, even in times you don't protect her?
When can you be sure and know,
which moment will last for some time?
When can you be sure and know,
which moment will be your last?
- It's time!
So,...when will be next time,
you do something for the first time?
- Manuel Shipwood