Tuesday, February 15, 2011

The Old Lady With the Hat

I have seen
The old lady with the hat
At the supermarket
Buying grapes
And outside
In her garden
Planting poppies
And in her home
Through the window
Playing the piano
She has twelve cats
And two children-
Both grown
And no husband-
Because of the war
To some people
She is just the old lady with the hat
But to me
She is the old lady with the hat
And the twelve cats
And the two children-
Both grown
And no husband-
Because of the war

A Winter Walking

Sometimes...
When I am walking
I can hear my footsteps talking
Their sound is almost stalking
Like a winter cabin locking
Locking out all the dreary cold

But when I start to tire
And stop abrupt to inquire
I just know I feel a fire
Fire like none 'ere before

The doves proceed in singing
Their song so very clinging
Within my ears it is ringing
Ringing stories yet untold

So I will continue going
My hands within my pockets stowing
While my movements continue showing
Showing that my body is growing old

But I do not cease in pressing
Though the cold continues caressing
And the snow is swiftly dressing
Dressing the ground upon which I walk

That day I remembered clearly
Though not so very dearly
For it overtook me drearly
Drearly my death came swifter
Than the snow...

TIME

Ding dong, ding dong
Time is talking to me...
I hear it's echo in the street
It's song beneath my feet
I see it's hands I cannot hold
Reciting their story still untold
It's face has no expression
It moves without regression
Speaking in only silence
And being killed without violence...

Queen of Diamons, Queen of Hearts

An innocent addiction-
To play, to steal, to win
Protecting precious hands
Of people cold and thin

My fellow lady wishing
To lie down with kings and queens
As my stare cuts deep within her
Flashing romantic lusty scenes

I wish for nothing more than love
To stand by me day by day
While she imagines gold and jewels
Money and diamonds to come her way

My preconceived notions are accurate
As she lays down her losing hand
I laugh as I look at her fine lady
Who claims to rule the land

I begin to dream of my future
Knowing all that I’ve just won
And call my own bluff to win the game
Setting my cards down one by one

My royalty glares within her eyes
Picking her soul into pieces and parts
And let it be known that on this day-
Queen of Diamonds lost to Queen of Hearts

Flower Petals

He loves me...
He loves me not...
White petals dance around
In the crisp, spring breeze
Drifting to the ground
And saluting all the trees
As I sing the words of hope
And pray he loves me too
My petals whirl around me
Donned in white so very true
If I see him in the sunrise
And kiss him gingerly
When the dew is wiped from my eyes
I will be able to see
That my flower petals harken
They always state what's true
Then the day begins to darken
And the flower petals are few
But if I stand in this piece of moonlight
That my fragile body has caught
My flower petals whisper softly
He loves me...
He loves me not...

Changes...

When I walk outside
And kiss the air
The songs of summer
Are everywhere
But later on
Within the day
Fall skipped by
And blew summer away
Though it wasn't long
As my story is told
That winter came around
And fall was cold
When the pure white snow
Slid away from everything
The earth was revealed
And I found the spring
But springs daisies danced
Through the air so thin
Then they drifted away
Into summer again...

This One is for the World

Here's to you- oh lonely child
With a quick tempoed heart
And eyes big and wild
Whose mother passed
So he could have life
To the old widowed woman
And the man without a wife
To the dead born baby
Who drifted away
Crying in the wind
And the adulteress who
Was stoned to death
Because she had sinned
To the heartbroken lady
Who sold her soul for a kiss
To the grandmother in the rocking chair
Who her family won't even miss
To the innocent young girl
Who danced upon a rainbow
And to the mother deer who led her babies
Through the heavy snow
To all those hurting in love
And all those scarred in hate
And to the family who can't find the means
To have food on their plate
To the kitten in the alley
And the puppy in the pound
And the children who wish to cry out
But cannot make a sound
To all the hurting people
Wherever they may be
This one's for the entire world-
This one's for you and me.