Saturday, October 23, 2010
So Long Marrianne
It's 5:30 on Saturday morning and I am deciding to crash. I worked till 1:30 this morning and was wide awake. Several beers and poems late,r I feel purged of what needed purging. I feel that I have done my soul proud today! Goodnight! Heart, Eros.
What Could Have Been
What Could Have Been
What could have been,
could have been just a reaction to our bodies.
A closeness too close to understand!
What could have been,
could have been amazing!
Yet having it here,
as a "what could have been". . .
. . .erases any doubt!
-Eros 10-17-02
What could have been,
could have been just a reaction to our bodies.
A closeness too close to understand!
What could have been,
could have been amazing!
Yet having it here,
as a "what could have been". . .
. . .erases any doubt!
-Eros 10-17-02
On The Chain
On The Chain
Sunshine and O.A.R.
some friends, a boat, some booze.
Cruisin' slow 'cross NO WAKE waves,
throwing football and turning up tunes.
Knee-high there no cares-
about tomorrow, just more beers
or Old Fashioned Sundays
and sunburnt here-or-theres.
Boats and beer cans stacked.
Two-piece bikini-ed cowgirls in cowboy hats,
Salmon pink sunsets
Monday will be hell-NO REGRETS!
Floatilla to THE Harbor,
not a, harbor!
Any port in a storm!
Live band and
200 people on the dock.
Over looking the lake
easy choice to make!
Get ready for more!
On The Chain.
-Eros 9-22-09
Sunshine and O.A.R.
some friends, a boat, some booze.
Cruisin' slow 'cross NO WAKE waves,
throwing football and turning up tunes.
Knee-high there no cares-
about tomorrow, just more beers
or Old Fashioned Sundays
and sunburnt here-or-theres.
Boats and beer cans stacked.
Two-piece bikini-ed cowgirls in cowboy hats,
Salmon pink sunsets
Monday will be hell-NO REGRETS!
Floatilla to THE Harbor,
not a, harbor!
Any port in a storm!
Live band and
200 people on the dock.
Over looking the lake
easy choice to make!
Get ready for more!
On The Chain.
-Eros 9-22-09
At Rhodes
At Rhodes
You stand alone again tonight,
arms raised to the sky.
Waiting for the day
to be freed from pain and its' causes.
You stand there,
as indecipherable as The Colossus at Rhodes.
Your emptiness crushes me.
Much like that weathered stone I feel.
Unheard
and unable to hear.
-Eros 9-9-01
You stand alone again tonight,
arms raised to the sky.
Waiting for the day
to be freed from pain and its' causes.
You stand there,
as indecipherable as The Colossus at Rhodes.
Your emptiness crushes me.
Much like that weathered stone I feel.
Unheard
and unable to hear.
-Eros 9-9-01
Red Wine
Red Wine
Oh, you...you're evil!
Evil!
You call me when I am far away, teasing me.
You know that I can't reach you.
Dick teasing me, with promises of lust.
You tell me of your sweet juices when I am at work.
Knowing full well
that it will be 7 hours till we could meet.
Then, I come to find you bitter!
You are evil!
When I am trying to listen to Waits or Cohen,
there you are, naked in my face.But that's my fault.
I should be able to say, "NO"!
When I want to have a few beers with the boys,
you surface and I never hear the end of it.
Even when I don't want you, I want you!
You always end up coming.
I guess I should be, "OK" with that.
I hate the way you control me.
I love the way you control me!
As you go down, you transform me.
When you've taken affect
I sometimes swear you away forever.
I curse and see your costume.
You are evil,
but you're beautiful, and I love you!
I call you evil.
Some call you,
RED WINE.
-Eros 10-28-02
Oh, you...you're evil!
Evil!
You call me when I am far away, teasing me.
You know that I can't reach you.
Dick teasing me, with promises of lust.
You tell me of your sweet juices when I am at work.
Knowing full well
that it will be 7 hours till we could meet.
Then, I come to find you bitter!
You are evil!
When I am trying to listen to Waits or Cohen,
there you are, naked in my face.But that's my fault.
I should be able to say, "NO"!
When I want to have a few beers with the boys,
you surface and I never hear the end of it.
Even when I don't want you, I want you!
You always end up coming.
I guess I should be, "OK" with that.
I hate the way you control me.
I love the way you control me!
As you go down, you transform me.
When you've taken affect
I sometimes swear you away forever.
I curse and see your costume.
You are evil,
but you're beautiful, and I love you!
I call you evil.
Some call you,
RED WINE.
-Eros 10-28-02
A Confederacy of Dunces...
I am finally getting back to a blog. It has taken over a year and I have no good explanation. I am dumb. I am going to get to work now. I hope you are moved enough to have thoughts about these ramblings. I would love to here what you think. There is no good or bad in creating poetry. Poetry just is. Thank you, Eros.
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