Black Tie Poems | M. Earl Smith | Art by 3valynn

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Painting by 3Valynn

Black Tie

 

Everything in the world

Was there for him to take

All around him, colors whirled

Crossed up by black tie fate

Old money, new money

A cross of different worlds

The differences stunned me

As I watched the drama unfurl

Worth more than your weight in gold

That color splatter onto gray

Your plan for love so bold

Love stretching to the end of the day

The circumstances were unique

Not normal, to say the least

Even when things were bleak

You sought to build a better beast

So when they compare you

You were worth the entire lot

And one fine day, true

The world will realize what is lost

 

Black Tie, Too!

 

Look at me!

Look at you!

It looks like you wore

Your black tie, too!

Party Time!

Yes, it’s true!

I’m dressed up

And so are you

A black tuxedo

And shiny shoes!

A gold silk shirt

And silver jewels!

We’ll have a good time

With friends, old and new

Who knows the things

That we’ll all do?

So let’s get ready

To bid adieu

To boring times

As we party, me and you

Each time I touch beauty | Poem by Joan Pond

Each time I touch beauty,

it is gone, good-bye, as nothing.

Snowdrifts sob through charred rock,

as we fade into crystal possibilities, jammed as one.

 

Be wise.  Entertain no love, but love the flaws.

An athlete who weeps, is afloat in my bloodstream.

he is hidden as amen or adieu.

Some slide down the dipper

and drive their chins into the North Star,

or they set ten toes as a compass, round the Pole.

I march without movement,

recalling green beauty.

Who Am I? | Poem by Carl Sandburg

My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I
reach my hands and play with pebbles of
destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs
reading “Keep Off.”

My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive
in the universe.

Carl Sandburg – Poet | Academy of American Poets
Carl Sandburg – Wikipedia

Where the Sidewalk Ends | Poem by Shel Silverstein

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

Shel Silverstein – Poet | Academy of American Poets
Shel Silverstein – Wikipedia