Poem 78: New Year's Eve

It's all a question

as to what

the coming year will bring.

But now, I'm waiting

for something still

so unknown to me.

Unknown future

bring me nearer

to life unseen.

and leave behind

a past remembered

to be sweet

and kind

and free

of things 

I'd rather not have seen

again by you or me.

Rewind

Delete

And conquer

Time to be

Poem 77: Zzzleep

Sleep
...is perpetuated rest
...is going away
...is time unpursued
...is life renewed
Sleep
...holds relaxation
...brings rejuvination
...causes waking
...heals what's breaking
Sleep
...is the sound that
...captures our silence
...helps our blindness and
...colors our wakened moments bright
Sleep
...is a moment
...is a lifetime
...is a free mind
Sleep
...is attracting me to
Zzzleep

Poem 76: Stand-up OR Stand Aside

I called before

just to see 
if the answer would be 'yes' or 'no.'

It turns out it was neither

for when I called it was 'no'

and when we arrived
it had changed
to 'yes'

so

Now, frustrated,
I allow opportunity for mistake correction

but my partner beside

denies me this fact

and pushes me aside

so that I am left
stuck

in angry panic.

Denied a promise

and denied my chance to stand up for myself

Instead, excused politely 

and asked to leave the other free

to dance her dance innocently

If you don't want to fight for me

step aside

and I will fight my own battle 'lone

But don't, under any circumstances

overtake my fight

and push me down 

to allow another to climb up high.

Stand aside

I will conquer on my own.

Poem 75: Rain-Shoeing

Fearing the trail

We pave mental way

Psyching up minds 

For a rainy day

Scared to be cold

Yet rearing to go

We drive up mountain

And enter the snow.

Fastened with snowshoes

And covered in gear

In two-by-two pairs

We hike unaware

Suddenly someone

Has timely recall

Exchanging our run

For mountain-side crawl

Away from the road 

And up to the trail

Scott carrying a load

Of back-breaking scale

GPS leading

We soon did arrive

Rain-proof unaiding

The sky soaked our jive

Poem 74: Amongst the Storm

Winds, floods and blizzards shake the world 'round

They throw, spin, cover up, and knock men down

I sit and watch these strong kings fall,

while sheltered by the God of all

My heart breaks as my eyes take in their pain

Can I have peace, when they don't have the same?

But peace is near me, like a storm

It heals my heartbreak as it forms

How can I sit in peace when storms surround?

"My child, with this gift, let love abound"

So love inside of pain I give

Amongst the storm, in peace I live.

Poem 73: Dance

Spinning in the air
Life becomes a melody
I'm floating away

Poem 72: Christmas Day

Christmas Day in my house is strange

there are flying pigs

paper fights

funny games

and happy thoughts.

Christmas Day in my house is odd

there are snacks galore

chocolate

olive cans

and much much more

Christmas Day means family

and strange oddities

Christmas means

(at times)

pipes, wrenches and chains

to challenge

pressure cooker brains.

Poem 10: Belated

I did not mean to look past you
or miss you
or forget you

Its not that I don't love you
or want you
or need you

Rather, I simply misplaced you
overlooked you
mistook you

So, now, my numbered friend,
Don't focus on past unsaid
rather, be glad you are ahead.

Poem 71: Throwing Blame

I feel it already

Pushing hard against me

Like a tornado or volcano

Exploding

...blame

You throw it against me

And I soak it in

Absorbing it as a sponge

Absorbs the rain

...blame

Full of it now

I wring out my heart

To find a dry hiding place

And it rains again

...blame

Give me space to heal

Give me breathe to resurface

Give me one moment

Or even a second

...blame

But, you uncease the throw

To let everybody know

...blame

Heart exhausted

"I will take the blame."

Poem 70: Understanding

Understanding

is not to feel anger or spite

or hardship

or happiness

or delight.

Understanding

is not to carry heavy loads

or run up-hill

on unpaved,

muddy roads.

Understanding

isn't being able to feel the same

but a realization

of another's

incomparable pain.

Understanding

does not require an "I know."

or "I remember when"

or "It probably shows."

Understanding

is a gentle hand,

a kind word

or a smile

of not really understanding the hurt

but being willing to hear it out,

relate to it

and feel it as one's own.

Understanding

is simply the act

of taking in

and silently

ever silently

gently

giving back.