Falling-Out
Doors slammed shut,
a voice raised in decibel,
“You hit me!”, she screamed,
and vanished over the threshold.
He watched lowly from the street
as her image lost all focus,
and pictured his world without her
in front of his camera’s lens.
Incoming calls rang,
but none he wanted to answer;
not adding up to the digits
equating the label he longed for.
He tried many times to reach out,
but he was blocked, forbidden,
like an evil New Orleans entity -
a disgrace after heartbreak.
Months went by in his loneliness,
eye’s swollen after fighting with tears,
wearing his own abuse, but still,
discounting the wrong he’d done.
Down to his last ounce of pride
he bellowed out, “I’m sorry!”, but,
was it an apology to himself, or,
was it that he’d wished she heard it? |
Tanka Poem - Locoemotion
Poetry in motion,
leaving the mind’s temporal
like a moving freight;
emotions riding aboard,
some delayed, others on time.
- Jg
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For Better or Worse
Diamonds fashioned under a rainbow
Water dripping on a manicured hand
Feelings inscribed inside vows
No bending, no breaking, no pressure
Arguments pointing fingers around
Clocks ticking in anxiety needing time
Tears producing regretful apologies
No retreat, no regress, no spite
Memories growing through hard roads
Late nights with lullabies crying loudly
Idle hours restless exercising worry
No pain, no gain, no intermission
- Jg
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Muse
Beautiful melanated being,
like a masterpiece on canvas
painted every way but perfect,
someone has an eye for you
Stretch marks…um..I see growth,
every movement you’ve made
staid about who you are,
far from what made you scared
Those dimples sit deep,
yet they don’t negate your smile,
still strong enough to brighten day,
to fulfill an ardor in him that stays
-Jg
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Epidemic
Gun shots ringing out,
no answers for the loved ones
of a young innocent child
-Jg
|
Incomplete
Tired of being—
the laugh of the joke,
the fun of the poke
with no hopes, what dreams?
Screams with no voice,
soft as that of a mouse
trapped and tapped out,
hollow like holes in the cheese
-Jg
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Sheltered
Summer's night had a sky blue,
I remember very clearly
being caught dead to rights,
but it was worth it to see you
Pebble stones aloft, thoughtful,
falling over and again like I had
all for your enchanting creation,
though flaws didn’t miss the eyeful
A glimpse of you felt as always
like the endless perspective of stars,
greeting me at the weathered window pane,
wanting and wishing the desolation away.
- Jg |
Recognition
A prisoner in my own mind
shackled to the brain’s stem,
I keep conjuring that belief,
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Off to See the Wizard
She was all of my words spoken,
but choked became the reality
of gravity taking the sanity
from the mind she gave me.
Made me?
Oh nah, but she helped paved me
like a yellow brick road
til I had a heart for the first time.
Mine she was
but mind she was home with herself
accept where she wanted to be
as I could not find my courage.
Core is...
not deploring a woman of the isle
leaving her on an island
to be a man for herself.
-Jg
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State of Mind
Sugar, sugar
molasses brown
sweet like cereal milk
at the end of my breakfast.
My zest leads from you
following your footsteps
out from bed
headed two steps closer to future.
Two steps closer to pewter strands
having grown old together,
tattered some through the journey
while still forging our black love.
Us,
evermore touching shoulders
seated at the thrown
creating an empire.
-Jg |
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