Hi Samsonites,
I am working on an illustration to go with a blog post I am planning, but I don’t have it finished for Wednesday’s blog, so I decide we’d go ahead and do another “Because I Don’t Think Anyone Reads My Blog” for all those interested in getting to know me a little better. This week I am revealing that I write poetry. I usually do not divulge that bit of information, but that is what these blog posts are about, the things about me you won’t find out unless you read my blog. So here is a sample of my poetry (mind you I never said I wrote good poetry). Some of it is dark and sad, because I only write poetry when I am feeling quite melancholy. Anyway, here are four of the poems I’ve written over this past year:
Red Velvet Cheesecake
She offers me a slice with a grin,
I am back to some place I have never been.
Captivated by her piercing blue eyes,
How could I refuse?
Longing to know the woman inside
Searching for a muse.
*
Moist and sweet,
Layers rich and filling.
Melting in my mouth as I eat.
The mix of textures so appealing.
With each small bite I discover more
Flavors and emotions I wish I could explore.
*
Smooth ivory skin
Juxtaposed to flaming hair.
Beauty outside and in
Pour in the ingredients with care.
Mix well and sweetly bake
Red Velvet Cheesecake.
*
Can I be content,
Eating my desert and making small talk?
Afraid to pursue any intent
As away she walks
Just another customer who comes in
Thought of only as Teriyaki Chicken.
*
On Buzzards’ Wings a Dead Love Flies
On buzzards’ wings a dead love flies.
The wolves are gathering as another one dies.
Howling in hunger as they salivate;
Circling and scavenging on what they can take
Ripping and wrenching at the remains.
While I mourn the lost and eyes pour down the rain.
*
Shackled to this marital corpse,
I am left to dig its grave.
Flat lined with no hopes.
A lifeless body, nothing left to save.
So I begin the chore
Moving earth with spade
Digging at my core
Removing the love we made.
*
I hear the scavengers coming,
Hoping for a feast
Let me finish my grieving,
Before you devour the beast.
Bound and tied to what was.
I am forced to watch as they pull and tug.
Helpless to stop their ravenous ways.
Nothing I can do and nothing left to say.
*
Minding our departed love,
As they swoop down from above.
Shred and tear.
Lay the bones bare.
Taking pieces of what has died
On buzzards’ wings a dead love flies.
*
My Cowgirl Fantasy
Her thick dark mane waves effortlessly in the wind,
The sun dances across her smooth and subtle skin.
She is most at home galloping through the field,
Her spirit soars and my heart is filled.
*
Her body is a majestic sight,
Weather in motion or lying still at night.
I long to caress it yet again
Gently letting my fingers explore every inch of her form beginning to end.
*
Others see her stunning beauty,
And wish to possess and rein her in.
Why can they not see?
The true awe inspiring spirit within.
*
She is most wonderful when she is independent and running free.
Or when her eyes turn to fire as she defends her band.
She as scorched my heart with her brand.
My cowgirl fantasy.
*
I thank the cowpoke above for the time we had
Both joyful and sad.
But I know that there are other pastures you must explore.
Just know this cowboy will be waiting at the barn door.
*
Watching the horizon for a glimpse of your form,
Silhouetted by the setting sun.
Knowing that I must let you be free.
Hoping that your heart will find its way back home to me.
*
The Devil on my Shoulder
My heart keeps growing colder
Old Lucifer keeps getting bolder
Kicking back and lounging on my shoulder
Whispering half truths in my ear
Things I already know, but just don’t want to hear
*
Weaving a story from small observations
As we continue our one sided conversation
Telling me things about us that I just can’t believe
Swearing they are true if I’d only allow myself to see
But it just can’t be
For what would that mean for you and me
*
Singing a song with a devilish grin
Verses that rip apart from within
A chorus that keeps repeating
And with each refrain Satan is feasting
Feeding upon my emotion torrent
Until the storm subsides and my heart hardens to cement
*
A stone in my chest and a bloated demon on my shoulder
Keep me bound from moving forward
My now constant companion
Continues with his dark plan
And reminds me of how you used to long for my touch
But now every night I am rebuffed.
*
Wishing to reconnect with our love
But I am lost in Hell and abandoned from above
I remember the soft caress of your skin
The moist taste of your lower lips
The sweat from hips
Joys we reveled in back when it was a sin
*
Now the vows I spoke so sincerely
Still hold true
But the devil on my shoulder is speaking more clearly
Telling me that our love is through
I desperately try not to believe
Attempting to salvage what is left of you and me.
*
The old man leans back on my neck and keeps laughing
I am on my knees pleading
But getting no real answers from Him or you
You claim that you want to work on us
But do you ever see it through
Watching it all turn to dust
Deprived of emotional and physical contact
Given no option on which to act
*
Lucifer is fat on what once was our dream of happiness
Shattered hearts and exposed pains are all that is left of this mess
You’ve won your freedom
And for me what is there to become
Endless days watching alone the setting of the sun
Growing older and colder
With my true life partner
The devil on my shoulder
Man, that last one was a bummer. I’ll have to try writing some poems when I am in a happy place and see how it turns out
Also, if you think they are God awful dribble, keep it to yourself. I like living with the illusion that I am both an artist and a poet
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- Anthony Summey