Tag Archives: Joy
Impart
Give me, gift me your assignment now that you are gone, for I was to each day greet your wrinkles, your papers: My touch, the unsugar-coated ink atop your laugh lines, your copy lines…my voice, an unedited reporting of your happiness, your joy.
Long Since Zen
Should any of self-proclaimed gods upon high
Be lying in wait for my feet to trip up
Be prowling as jackals for meat from my bones
Grow old you shall, ‘fore you find my will at play
Dementia and graves will be yours if you dare
Take me on for sport will you?
I cannot care
Wall: A Haiku
Joy feels as a sin
A mad day, an angry day
Despite pure motives
Lincoln Green
Why if we scream
Are we questioned
Our sanity
Our faithfulness
Our allegiance with true patriots
What of war cries
Of the war crimes
Our eyes opened
Our sleeves rolled-up
Our feet planted where lies cannot stand
When Good returns
To the Empire
Who’ll be kneeling
Who’ll be weeping
Who’ll be seeing that they have no clothes
Copper Daughters
Some of these
Cannot convey just joy
Created and groomed and put on display
Destined
Somber storytellers and hope-beacons
Alike
Unable to deny
There’s reason to smile, to shine
But not fully
There’s cause to rise
But only as high as the least
My Carolina Days
Joy was my best friend, ever
A passionate Southern accent
Kind, though
Clear blue eyes and a reliable car
“Clutch,”
It’s a compliment
The only one who came through
Who showed up
I hope her boyfriend made things right
There was nothing he was doing
More important than Joy
Joy told me the best joke
An immature, juvenile joke
The kind you still giggle about at 50
Maybe less a joke than advice
“Shave your butt and walk backwards”
It’s a compliment
That you made someone laugh
Especially at them-self
There’s not enough of us doing that
These days
I want to laugh with Joy again
Stripes of Stars
What is it, you ask, that ails me
The pain for the colors within
See
Black, brown and white
I've every stripe
Extraterrestrial green
You sense what I mean
Supernatural blue
As too, do you
I have every faith
You In Mind
Once over her threshold
There was none of the fanciful
Nothing intricate evident
You thought
You’d expected to find woven, sugary things
Designed with you in mind
To draw your eye and the rest of you
Toward her
You’d hoped to see open, airy spaces
Undefined and to your liking
That you’d envision yourself there
For good
How shocking the sole, dusty cobweb
Strewn and hiding across the ceiling
The boxes of dreams on bookshelves and….
The bed
Such horror the shut-tight windows
Shushing provocative talk
The exotic stashed away in drawers
The hollow
Had you not left, but lingered
With utmost courage, stayed to dig, to see
What permanence revealed, what life!
What joy
Oh Guardian: A Haiku
When I walked blindly
As childhood will accomplish
My heart had Such wingsWhat delinquency
What shame to my guardian
My wayward carouse
