If I Stand Beside a Door Poem
If I stand beside a door
It’s the door she adores
If I stand beside a tree
She’s a tree hugger,
you see.
There is nothing
she sees
in
me.
It is natures way
for the male to display
and whether he stays
or flies away
is her’s to say.
I want to slip into the darkness
and wear it like a coat,
say goodbye
and drop into the abyss
and become unknown.
Let the darkness cradle me
and the silence sing to me
with the sound
of my own heartbeat.
You don’t fall,
you just float in the breeze
like the leaves off of the trees
while you drift
off to sleep..
Art for Sale
They sat beside their tables
as the people walked by.
“What is this one about?”
It’s my soul in
color and form
which I call art,
for sale in a universe
of color and form,
art for sale
with a frame
from another
soul,
left at Goodwill
They sat beside their tables
as the people walked into the
ten by ten pop up canopies
and looked at the flowers
and landscapes and
souls in
color and form
called art
for sale in a universe
of color and form
The wind comes up and
blows leaves down the concrete path
and the sun pokes through the clouds
and leaves shadows in the grass.
The people weave among the
ten by ten pop up canopies
and smile and talk like birds
singing
on a summer day.
The artists sit on folding chairs
noticing the people pausing
and smiling at a color or
a memory.
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oh write for me a sonnet
oh write for me a book
oh slip the bonds of caring
into the cranny nook
oh let me be the one
the one who does not weave
the thread of discontent
with the words I leave
Oh there ain’t no more boxcars
for Willie and Woody to ride
No hobos in containers
as the freight train rolls by
Oh what’s a hobo to do
what’s a hobo to do
stand on the street and sing the blues
thumb don’t work and the cop says move
This modern world don’t feel no pain
and only graffiti rides that train
They could ship themselves from China
but they wouldn’t get much air,
take the last train to Clarksville
but they couldn’t get out of there
Oh they don’t have to hire no railroad dick
you can’t catch the train it goes by too quick.
I’ve got my American Dream in a plastic bag because I cant afford the rent they had
Oh what’s a hobo to do
what’s a hobo to do
stand on the street and sing the blues
thumb don’t work and the cop says move
This modern world don’t feel no pain
and only graffiti rides that train