You. finito.

	
			A memory,	
			a simple unwanted discardable memory,	
			you 
			once king-on-the-mountain you	
			soon to reign in the scrap pile
			of don juans & gigolos 	(caro mio),
			finally the finale 	(finito).
	
			Was once a time,
			moment in time		(ahhh memento),
			when your facade played the room
			to every dance face smiling by -
			your propensity to infidelity & lies
			took them from some ballroom girl-of-a-whirl
			inside your world of bar room girls -
			the price they paid was total.
	
			I am a whisper -
			a throaty whisper
			which visits in your ear,  to
			echo throughout your mind.
			No. You shall not forget me,
				my image has been well engraved -
			may creep from behind your eyeball
			flash itself upon the screen
			of your closed eyelid
			at any time,
			to remind you;
	
			of once upon a time -
			when you were king -
			full of know-it all-ledge,
			king-on-the-mountain 	(king of sin),
			carnal,	 (per favore),
			known for baiting 	(cleverly waiting),
			on ballroom to bar room girls -
			you rode them Ferris wheel called Never Stop.
			Now,
			your Muses in their ring side seats -
			watch your final act upon the heap -
			of aging mediocrity,	albeit at the top!

	
			.finito.

--poeticjustice

Deadly glance

Sinister one-eyed Jack
could out-stare
fresh killed eyes open
with keen precision,

if looks could kill -
his arrows of ice

suffice.

     FEAR and ANGER..1983. R.S. Connett


A stertorous audience turns a deaf ear:
A Stour Guy's Preamble

Maybe it starts small
then festers,
a slight here a slight there
then pesters
presses on,
grows to fill the insides
the way air pumps up balloons,
contained yet unrestrained
when let go.

It's senseless
who has the time

all this, within the body balloon,
blood-red damn race-car coursing
rally, with fuel-ups at Jugular
& Aorta Avenues,
avoiding Stroke Station
like a bat out of hell - but
wait! what a wreck! leaving nothing but
burn-out wearing a purple face.

It's so senseless
who has the time

its consumption can kill you -
obsession steal from you -
turn you inside out,
throw you for a loop,
end over end over end
over and over and over again.

It's so senseless
who has the time

Stoking the never-ending fire,
anger and revenge becomes you
when hate is life's only desire,
who would want to dwell in
a place so base -
it precludes love, tenderness, woman
and wife,
a heat-seeking missile
like attracts like,
hate has sharp eyes and a tongue like a knife -

it's senseless,
who has the time
and,

you're such a smart bomb -
I hope you find yourself.

--poeticjustice

pssst...

oo

 

O, stargazer

what do you see

up in the skies,

a glimpse of the universe

and all its little eyes

oo

oo

O, to dwell

among the ethers,

watch this scene on nigh,

mindful star observing

the heavens floating by

to don the veil of night

hide behind the moon,

of night's music,

the stars

its fading tune...

--poeticjustice

Cartwheels in mariah

Walking with my dog and the wind -
I feel Your Presence well up in me, breathing
over dew-covered grasslands -
shining out from smiling face of daisies!

a reason to fly high, give thanks, touch
four corners of God's blanketed blue,
with arms out-stretched, heart-skipping
childlike, this I-love-you that's-how-much
wide-eyed; this, written in God's wide open
smile strewn across waves of red poppy
ocean fields, covering a multitude of
scintillating squint-eyed silvery lies,
oh the deep deep blue of love-color hue,
a reason to high-five life with all its
sordid details run lemming to the sea,
see me rejoice! see me sing! say all this!
my reason, my whatever reason, I owe it to
_____________________________________
YOU.

--poeticjustice

Loving Place

Come, take me in Your arms
I pray, face me, Face to Face,
so Soft the woman in Me - longs
to Linger - in the tenderness
of your Embrace - soft grazing
fingers - your hand well placed -
Hush me, look into My eyes -
and fall into a Loving Place.

Come, Hold me in your heart
I say, Embrace me, Soul to Soul -
a Gift to thee I Give, to Live
Forgotten Dreams in knowing Me -
in loving You - I set thee Free -
our love together make us whole -
and yes, I look into Your eyes
..and know My loving Place.

--poeticjustice

Many Miles

We've walked together many miles 
Upon this road - called Life - 
And by-the-by I've learned some things 
Some good - some not so nice. 

Life offers us both Likes and Loves 
They're out there - everywhere - 
So hush - and look and listen - please 
Be still - and step with care.

For God has given everything
From Eyes - to Grand Design - 
And puts us on a different Path 
With different Peaks to climb. 

Together - Rivers wide we crossed 
Together - Roads we walked 
With every mile - we sang and laughed 
And cried - then barely talked. 

Rivers - mountains - crossed them all 
Now hushed - I step with care 
I drank too deeply - then I cried 
To learn of life's Despair. 

I reawoke - one gracious morn 
To see the Dawn - out there - 
In subtle Hues - the Darkness left 
And - Light - now Everywhere.

--poeticjustice

        don' you go messin' wit me, baby
        __________________________________________________

        o lay me down dis tired ol' frown round
        yonder under mizzz ol' willer tree,
        ponderin' wha side o heaven dis might be
        surely nothin' out dere gonna mess wit me,
        no, nothin' out dere gonna mess wit me.

        o baby, 
        I gots de time an' I be born free
        only livin' an' lovin' been on mah mind,
        so leave me be - just leave me be
        ain' nothin' out dere gonna mess wit me.

        o lova boy my, come on by, 'bout an hour or so,
        when mah mind ain' lazy an' mah thoughts can flow,
        gonna give ya what ya want cuz mah heart ain' cold, 
        miiiii but
        yer such a lovin' man, I'ma lovin' woman I'm told.

        ahhh darlin' 
        let me sing mah tire' ol' songs
        ones about loves, an' ones about wrongs,
        an' never git tired o singin' de blues
        lak I'll never get tired o lovin' you.

        so leave me be - just leave me be,
        ain' nothin' out dere gonna mess wit me,
        just livin' and lovin' just livin' as me
        an' nothin' out dere gonna mess wit me,
        no baby
        ain' nothin' out dere gonna mess wit me.

--poeticjustice

        Felician Fingers Strum
        _____________________________
        I watch Night settle over me
        with the gentleness of sleeping baby
        at its mother's breast
        and wonder where you are
                and wonder where you are..
        Somewhere on distant shores
        Felician fingers strum a melody
        the waves seem to carry out to sea
                and wonder where you are
        Don't tell me you've never held the hand
        of love - for just one moment -
        as love has been your companion
        for years untold
                and wonder where you are
        Felician fingers strum our song
        of Love and simple Truth
        to ride the winds and search afar
        and wonder where you are
                and wonder where you are..

--poeticjustice

Dry Bones in Minnesota

        You'd stand there arms crossed
	in front, gathering your waist
	with floured hands, a pause
	from oven to table, your silhouette
	perfectly framed in stained glass,
	staring out over potted pansies,
	eyes following the sagging line,
	a clothesline too close to ground,
	bird bath rimmed in chickadees,		
	dry bones and brittle branches,		
	skin cracked and peeling - 
	old birch out back reminds you, 
	your own sore dusted marrow. 

	You'd bend to tender roses hand picked
	for you and he, now Grandpa's Place,
	a place which claims my roots,
	in the yard out back among Queen Anne's lace.
	Thinking back now -
	to earlier days of gathering;
	lilies-of-the-valley, Becky, little bells & 
	cockleshells, kindling, and purple violets 
	placed within your favorite vase 
	upon the kitchen window shelf, 
	with little purpose hands, 
	where your tender gaze would rest 
	oh Grandma
	how I miss you, and all of Braham's nest.

--poeticjustice

Being a parent is the hardest job
this planet offers -
it's so hard to let go
when it's their turn to fly
and soar -
in wonderment
		or  turbulence.

Have faith then -
the same Everlasting Father
who protects you
from loving them too much
would not give you more loneliness
than you can bear -
so relax now
in the comfort of His faithful love -

and believe,
He's sent another one of His to you
to say:
I, too, have one who's flown away -	
he's my heart
I think about him every day		

and I think of God now in a different way -
today I'll talk to Him in prayer
and I'll ask Him - as I always do -
to send me gifts of flowers and friends
to soothe me
when I'm feeling low and oh so blue, 
without the presence of My Heart - my son  
and pray He does the same for you -

sometimes I wonder -
does God get lonely, too?

--poeticjustice

This Night's Uplifting

Night falls,
skin crawls -
face the shadow
on the wall,
wonder why you care at all -
when bed to chair and chair to bed
is all the life left in you.
			
Hope fails,
life stalls -
the end is hard to shake -
when bed to chair and chair to bed
is all the life left in you.
			
This life takes leaving,
time unveils one more
unread book left on Life's shelf -
no last dream and no last drink -

no one last glimpse in mirror,

just one last breath,

unhurried -

unheard - 
               pluck memory flowers from the air..
                                                                        welcome death.

--poeticjustice

Revised 9.27.07

Remembrance

        I think I'll always remember you
	in the early morning hours
	just before dawn, when sky
	is but a velvet drape, melting
	colors soft as raindrops;
	a time when everything is
	lazy clouds, majestic mountains
	splashed across the sky in purple
	palette, trees cloaked in sensuous
	beauty swaying against indigo skies,
	stars like diamonds falling at their feet,
	thinking, I'll always remember you
	in the early morning hours, when
	all I feel is the gentleness
	of morning about to awaken,
	when all I hear is occasional bird in song,
	when all I know is peace within my heart, knowing.	

--poeticjustice