ON MY QUEST FOR LOVE
I WILL STILL WRITE POETRY
AND LOVE WILL FIND ME
DEGREES (RANDOM THOUGHTS)
As I sit in my evening class
Crises Intervention
Developmental Crises
Situational Crises
Existential Crises
Environmental Crises
I
AM
RESILANT
My eyes are fighting hard to stay open
Twelve more classes to go for my degree
(LONG FLIPPIN SIGH)
BECAUSE I STILL NEED TWO MORE
Degrees…
$27,000 later
I look around at my classmates
Some speaking too soon
Sounding ignorant
As I watch eye contact from stranger to stranger
As the ignorance persist
So I stay quiet
And I ask myself
WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING HERE
IT PASSED OVER ME ( HAIKU)
RAINBOWS ARE PRESENT
IN THE MIST OF A BAD STORM
IT PASSED OVER ME
THIS GUYS VOICE AND POETRY IS HEAVENLY. I LOVE IT, IT STIMULATES MY POETIC SENSES.
we talked for hours
after the football game
starting where we left off
thirty years ago
we sat in the very same
booth, where in the day
i wrote short stories
while putting down pints
sometimes we’d sit
at the bar and chain-smoke
sipping on coffee
in between classes
you haven’t changed a bit
she said, laughing;
a reminder how she loved
to tell white lies
once in the corner
on a cold rainy night
i wept like a baby
ruining my story
after hearing the news
you searched me out
held me in your arms
until the bar closed
you know, she said,
you’ll meet her again
and her beauty
will take you away
melancholy struck me
as she covered my wrist
with her hands,
closing her eyes
august two thousand twelve
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
DANCE, DANCE, AND DANCE SOME MORE….(HAIKU)
AFTER A GOOD CRY
THE ONLY SANE THING TO DO
DANCE AWAY THE TEARS
FRAGRANCE (HAIKU)
I WAS HER PERFUME
SHE WAS ALWAYS MY COLOGNE
REMEMBERING YOU
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