She is so complicated:
Tying the Gordian knot
Suiting the charlatan trot

Closing the door, and even more,
Tying the hand, changing the stand,
Reading the future of her man.

But she loves
And gives the best thereof.

So beautifully simple is she.

Time is a haunting spirit
It petrifies me to my core
Despite my efforts, I can't draw near to you
Held back by fear's grasp
Yet if I remain motionless
I'll never offer comfort
Or listen to you for hours
Divvy my counsel
Bring you joy
Wipe your tears
Surrender myself wholly
Why, then, does dread immobilize me
From drawing near to a rose
That blooms devoid of thorn's

whitecaps kiss the stern as he swoops, to the herring's reluctant surrender

The whitebait mass to an unlikely ruse, a "Grey Nurse " circles , becomes their defender

As this beauty unfolds to nature's final display , 'neath the waves of a piscatorial splendour

Then in fair weather or storm as this swell creates new form ,

The infinite sea shall ne'er give up of her treasures .

It's May

Marigolds pop up
to swing and sway and
hopefully
stay.

Then,
they may,
oh how I wish,
that they'd pop up
again,

Mayhap
next May?

I stand with the woodland in front of me

There are paths to my left and right
Both with known destinations...
"A fork in the road" if you will.

Pondering my options
Deciding my fate
Knowing that neither path leads to where I want to be.
I have a choice to make.
I can't stand here forever.

I decide to go forward
Through the trees

A path that has yet to be traveled by others
A trail unformed

The trees whisper in the wind
I nearly stumble on their roots

With a title deeply rooted
in subject matter iterated above
invariably makes for hair raising poem,
though I immediately attest said material
constitutes atypical topic
the writing process (with intent
to share bizarre pet peeve)
mildly cathartic to ameliorate
long established body dysmorphia,
(which lifelong aversion

Sometimes I long
for your presence,
though it's just a fleeting shadow
nearly nonexistent
But when its there
it hurts deeply
It's so engraved in my being
that having you nearby
becomes unbearable.
My breath becomes shallow
my heart beats faster
I feel overwhelmed
by a dislike for the impact you have on me.
I hate how you cause me
to completely lose myself
all while remaining unaware.
I resent my inability to forget you,
and most of all,
I despise that I love you.

It's in the quiet I hear you.
My lungs elastic as they draw you in
with each comforting breath.

The memories of the day
expand my peace of mind
and careen my heart into you,

as you slumber next to me,
here in the solitude of our night.

Together we witnessed time ebbs and tides:
we went through ups, we went through downs,
yet luckily we got each other's sides,
you and I, you and I.

Together, unwillingly, we grew old,
with devestating wrinkles, and white hair.
We both raised families, yet we're still bold
You and I, you and I.

Together we laughed, together we cried:
I uplifted your spirits, you got my tears wiped,
we stayed together, side by side,
You and, I you and I.

Satan's on T.V.
I see his parties everyday
Game-hosts grinning, "Honey,
"Here's the game; we'll play"

Shaded metaphors for sex,
Lots of glitz, some tits, and cash
Burn your scruples, and your soul,
Turn them all to ash

Flashing lights and head psyches,
Commercials all too loud
Musical skits, with shaking tits
Hear the screaming of the crowd

Now look at co-host Carol,
She smirks at Kevin, all aside
Her legs are smooth and silky
As her skirt goes for a ride