Tag: poetry

Puddle of Gold

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Puddle of Gold

Have you ever reached a goal
you went after turn out
to be treasure you just couldn’t hold?
The mountain of happiness
you were waiting for Victory to bring
was the gift you never received

Solid dreams drip down fingers
of the hands of those who can’t handle
a temperature of 1945 degrees
You’ll look down and you’ll see
an unexpected defeat:
a 24-karat puddle of gold
right in front of your feet


Z

 

Hey for today

Hey for today

One day he ran
He ran very far away
Wondering if his family
Needed his stay

Fearless.
He should have been.

Soon, he looked back:
He heard a song
He was sitting on a stool
Holding a drink
He was singing along
He wondered why?!
He could not be there

I still see the back of you
Guiding and leading the pack
We biked miles to the beach 
We could say anything!
Any old thing—is the thing
To each other—to anybody
Anything but: Goodbye

Hopefully, we are all okay
Yesterday was quite the memory
Wishing so hard we could go back
Oh, but the pictures we have
The cement treadmill underneath us
Moments, never forgotten
Why did they turn dark and grey?
Why do the colors of life go away?

The only thing that matters for now
Is that we still say
Hey for today

Z

25

25

Felt so great
To be alive
Dancing on tables
Reckless, but totally fine
Dreams that were planted
Grew strong in bright light
Confidently standing—
I was 25
Survival was pretty
Flowed just like water
Every little thing
Was going to be alright

If I could go back
And speak to me at 25
34 me would say:
Breathe it all in, man
Today is the day
Shake it and take it 
As much as you can
You can do anything
You’re only 25!
Just like I wanted
To say to 19 me—
When I was 25

Z

Night of Cynthia

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Night of Cynthia

She carries pain
In a designer handbag
Minds are left bound in a trap
I hated the hatred I felt one night
Deceived by superficial beauty
Beauty of Cynthia

She cuts through guts
To her, we’re hers
She dines on
Our vulnerable meat
What a surprise
Under porcelain skin hides
A foul and gluttonous sin
Sin of Cynthia

In a pricey restaurant
Red wine dripped down
Seductive, blood red lips
With the wipe of a napkin
She stood up in black heels
She flew off and she grew
Smaller and smaller
There was no trace left
Left of Cynthia

The curse of the witch
Left my trembling hands with a wish:
To stab evil with my dinner knife 
But, I’m not like her
She’ll sleep tight—she is free
To wake up and hunt prey so naive
Check paid, I went home
Trying to forget the night
Night of Cynthia  

 

Z

By the Creek

By the Creek

Finished circling the drain
He released all his pain
To the ground he’d been seeking
To be horizontal
By the creek

The flowing of the water
Tickled his pointer finger
Thinking
I am not a salamander
It’s no wonder
I’m not squirming
Gonna listen to the sound—
I was here and laughing
Running, flying by
Just like time

A strike of lightning
In a darkened sky
Sudden falling of rain
He found no need for rushing
At the moment
Regardless of weather
Here was the best place
He could ever be

A beetle scurried up
His bare foot—makeshift bridge
Sought the imminent safety
Of the bottom of a rock

Quite a scene to be seen
There spread out
Upon the ground
Soaking wet, simply loving
The reflections on the stream
Head rested upon his shoulder
He lay there
By the creek

Z

A New Dream

A New Dream

So many dreams
Held so very tight
Headed to the future
Floating toward light
But one day,
He looked down
A bowl now empty
Wondering where to go
Thanking God
He still had feet
Hold still for the photo
Smile big—
They all said
Peeking around each corner
Listening to every sound
Tasting all the moments
Waiting
Painfully waiting
For a new dream
To be found

Z

Bullet

Bullet

Gliding through the clouds
No visible concern in the air
A handsome little missile
Is on a big-gun mission:
Seek a twinkly jewel
On the ground down below
Though, Bullet will not accept
Any old common thing
Not today. Such a satisfying day!
Or, truly, any other day
He flies and he flies
Wings spread across the sky
Curving, here and there, passionately
An image of patience
Considering the dish of the day
Bullet will soon find

Z

Song of Traveling


Song of Traveling

An internal crying out
International borders
Fading out
Needing to fly away
Not knowing where to go
For sure, he does know
He made a wish today

A click of the mouse,
Found the key,
Scrolling through pages
Passionately
Through many dreams
He’d never really seen
Oh, the possibilities

Sometimes the best
Valentine to find
Is a suitcase fully loaded
What you can’t wait to see,
Foot tapping imperatively,
Heart paired to the beat
Of a song of traveling

Sitting up—
The plane is landing—
Passengers begin the
Anxiety of standing,
Waiting,
Ready to be
Moving along

We’re really here.
Finally here.
In the clear.
We’ve reached
Our destination.

Sometimes the best
Valentine to find
Is a suitcase fully loaded
When you can’t wait to feel free,
Foot tapping imperatively,
Heart paired to the beat
Of a song of traveling

Leave the pieces of everyday
Behind, unwind, now
Pick a place and fly away
You’re worth the pennies
You have saved
We all deserve to enjoy
A holiday

Sometimes the best
Valentine to find
Is a suitcase fully loaded
Where you can’t wait to be,
Foot tapping imperatively,
Heart paired to the beat
Of a song of traveling

Z