Poetry

Lets

Lets walk together
On the beach, holding hands,
Making footsteps in the sand,
Near the edge of the sea.

Allowing the waves

To wash away our tracks.
Liberating us from the past
And cleansing the way to our
Future.

Lets look only forward
At the washed sand,
Seeing newness
With every step.

The endless tide teaching us
That all we have or own is
This moment,
Holding hands
On the beach

The Eagle

Talons gripped about
The rail,
Hard to remember
Who I was…
A moment ago
A man
Bound to the earth.
Now an eagle
Powered to the air.

Reality’s a dream or
The dream is reality.
My mind still part
Man, Thinking…
My body, the master
Of flight, an eagle.
Unquestioned
In its authority.

Talons gripping
Unsure, untrusting.
Lost memory of flight
Pushing the edge.

Decision made
Moment known
Now! Now!
Leaped from the rail
Mind in doubt
Body sure.

Falling – Gravity working,
Wings stretched out.
The moment of truth.
Like no other.
Air foiled

Wings supporting
A body aerodynamic,
Perfect.
I am an eagle!

I am what I believe
I AM an eagle.

Gliding in first flight
First knowledge
First sensation
Gliding.

Wing pump in first effort.
Trees drop beneath.
Earth below.
A cage escaped.
I am an eagle.
I am an eagle.

Feeling the wind
Over my wings.
Feathers like fingers
Working,
Guiding the air.

Wings thrust the
Earth further away.
I scream
The scream of the eagle.
Joy previously
Unknown.
I soar.

Join me my love,
We belong to the sky.
We rule the wind.
Believe, my love,
We own our flight,
The heavens, the
Earth below, ours
To rule with wings
Outstretched
Hearts alive.

Owning this moment.
We’ve become
Our hearts,
The authors
Of flight
Of freedom.
Love is our wind.
We ride its current.
The eagles cry
Our song.

Join my flight,
The sun is our
Boundary.
The earth, our
Enemy.
Soar my love
As only you can.
Sing the song of
The eagle.

Let go the earth,
Sing the song
Of love.
Be free for now
And for ever.
Sing the song
Of the Eagle.

Foot Prints

Two sets of footprints
From different places
Come together in the sand,
Near the sea.

And on they go
Together
For awhile.

Then one set
Seems uncertain
The wind blows.
The sand shifts.

Come To Me

Come to me
Out of strength
Not out of fear.
Stand with me
Strong not leaning.
Stand on the truth of
What we have and
Of who we are.

I don’t want to own you,
Possess you, control you.
I want to share the
Peace and joy of
Our love
With you.

I want to walk with you
Through this thing called life.
I want to create new feelings,
To see through each other’s eyes,
To taste, to feel through our love.

I want to be inspired by
Your growth and
You by mine.

And when I stumble,
I want your support,
Not in indulgence but
In strength
And
For you, I pledge
The same.

Lets discover our tenderness
And kindness through
Loving each other.
Let’s find peace through
Our love and belief in
God
And
Each Other.

Walking

Somehow, as we walk along
Day by day
Trying to taste love
And yetProtecting ourselves.
We struggle, lost,
Confusion blocking our way.

We both have had many
Promises crushed.
Pain with
Every breath.
Soul emptied.
Feelings ground to dust.

How can I ask you,
Or, how can you ask me
To try and begin again a
Life that survives on trust?
We are caught in a vice.
One side full of feelings,
The other full of fear.

Then eyes meet,
Souls, seen.
Touches ignite and
Passion explodes,
Strong physical communion,
So sensual.
Hiding a heart so exquisitely
Fragile.

Let go the restraints.
No winning
Without risk.

Him / Her

I found out
Your with him
It hurts and it
Shouldn’t

Tonight I’m with
Her, does it hurt?
It shouldn’t.

We talk seldom,
Sometimes shallow,
Pleasantries,
Hiding feelings
Too deep, too intense
That hurts and
It shouldn’t.

Sometimes we talk
Deep, right at
Our truths.
Point spoken, point made.
Your needs, my care
My needs, your care.
Heart to heart
The real us.
One.
Alive of the other,
It scares and it
Shouldn’t

Where are we going,
You and me?
If it didn’t matter,
If we didn’t care,
It would be so
Easy to walk away.
You and I have

Had goodbyes
Before.
We know how
To let go,
To heal,
To go on and on.

Oh, God that’s
That’s why we
Don’t let go.
That’s why
We hurt each
Other so.

There’s been too
Many goodbyes
For both of us.
Too much letting
Go!

Yes, girl I
Can do it,
Let go.
And so can
You,
Of that I’m
Sure
But aren’t
We both getting
Tired
Of that?

We can prove
The safety of
Emptiness,
You and me.

But time moves on
And we’re getting
Tired
Of the act,
The game,
The trap we’re
In.

Love for a moment
Doesn’t
Bring either
Of us the
Truth we seek,
We need,
We deserve.

Where are we going,
You and me?
The choice is
Still ours.

We can let go
And probably
Never
Really
Really
Know.
Or we can
Lay it out and give
What we have.
No more, no less.
Just you and me.

There’ll
Be good and
Bad…
The good will
Win in time.
We will get
Tired of fighting,
Holding back
Our best.

Then what?
Your tell me, girl
I just
Write the words.

They

Have you ever wondered
Who “They” are?
I’ve learned that “They”
Is usually the authority
To all those who really
Don’t know who the authority
Really is.

“They” tell you what to eat,
What to wear, where to shop,
Where to save,
With whom to have sex,
And, how often and what ways.

“They” never have a name,
“They” are just always right.
An authority beyond question.
After all, how do you question
What “They” say,
Whom do you ask?

While we there “They” telling
Us how to live,
Isn’t it possible that there
Is another side to “They”?

For example, who broke my
Car door handle?
It’s the one I’ve learned
To live with
Month after month.
Was it “They”?

And what about my
Stove knob?
The one that’s missing?
My kid’s swear it wasn’t
Them.
Was it “They”, again?

There are so many little
Quirks in life
That setout to
Trip you up.

The bill you paid;
But, “They” say you haven’t.

The rash you have that
“They” say comes from
Eating red meat.

The preservatives,
Tenderizers, MSG,
That “They” say
Destroys food,
Or at least my desire to
Eat it

“They” say do it the natural way,
“They” say do it
The modern way.
“They” say, “They” say, “They” say…

Who is this “They” that
Has all the answers that
Are contrary to all
“They” say?

Nova

We met softly, one night
Reaching for the pain
of a
Tortured generation
We shared quickly, so deeply
Our crying opening up wounds of the

Past

Wounds shared by a black wall of

Names.

Then unknowingly a spark was struck

Two titans drew swords
Sparks fly from clashing metal
We attack, flame full of passion
Fire in our eyes to scare the gods
Steel on steel, strike after strike
Nostrils flared, bodies erect no quarter
given.

Exhausted we paused still reade
Not sure if we could stand yet damn ready
Then a thought of a generation still tortured.

And we talk softly again
Still panting from the combat, we talk Softly
Guard lowered swords down
Discovery happening between us.

Then again, who knows the insult
Swords drawn again, nostrils flaring.

Again the clash of Titans
Power to scare the gods
Frightful Steel upon Steel.

And each exhausted but not beaten
We lay down our swords
To look at each other.

After or because of the battle
We like each other, tentatively.

Occasional sparks but we explore
Like fertile fields we find plenty in us
Swords and sleep are replaced by talk
And talk and talk Distance is nothing
And we talk and we begind to love and
We talk and talk And then we Love.

Still occasional sparks, both are warriors
That is our attraction. Love grows
Then I/we can’t stand it and I come to
You
First sight - - left to each to ponder
Love grows Laughter blooms.

Agony being apart even for a couple
Weeks.

Second trip, a proving ground, is it real
The gods know it is. Sa at one with one
Every moment, a piece of a puzzle fitting
Water flows down hill, we flow
Together, same.

Now apart again, hurting, loving
Waiting.

We need this poem of beginning to end
And the poem of forever to begin.