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Elderly and in love they wander about their home and watch the birds
Outside plundering the feeder and bickering among themselves.
The roof leaks so badly and now it’s time to call the roofers
To find the cause among the many rafters and eaves
Leaving our couple to sort out payment options and plan a few less dinners
Out on the town where they romp on Friday night
Not knowing they are old and ignoring their pain.
Their pet lounges on the floor and gazes at their feet as they discuss
Many subjects he has heard before while knowing no way even now
To submit his response except to open one eye next to a huge floppy ear
A bit wider and sigh. He seldom becomes excited
Except when the grandchildren come to play and sit on his back
While he hugs the ground expecting the worst and feeling indescribable joy.
Then the roofers come one day and he watches them move around the house
While they work and he covers the ground in his usual spot watching unfamiliar feet
And two in particular he does not like their smell and so his eyes move up
Until he finds the eyes of a man who wishes to return later when all have gone
Holding a tool unlike the one he now claims to love but smiling through the same thin lips
And carrying within the same hard heart. But the man feels a stare and looks down
At this large animal upon the ground as their eyes meet for a moment and from deep within
A cavernous chest he hears a dark rumbling sound that is not quite loud but large and foreboding
Like the sound of thunder on a clear summer day off beyond the trees. In a moment
All plans have changed and an obituary is postponed while the old dancers
Continue to parade their ancient selves on the avenue and the grandchildren play
As a large musty dog covers the carpet and watches the sun move across his parade
Occasionally lifting an eye in response to a statement or the laughter of a child
Dozing in the moonlight while all are sleeping and dreaming in the peaceful night.

Led Zeppelin/ How The West Was Won

Play  Black Dog

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Poetry About Dying/ Accidental Death Stories
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Meeting On A Bridge

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He imagines this day then
Could be something different
And falls into one of his dreams
Above the cold current
Of a January day.
Bone white trees along the shore
Wave long limbs as she floats
Towards the bay.
The bridge held
Well except when he slept
And drove into her side
There was no place to go
And no one left to hate.
So down she went to the river
Where snow stains the rocks
And softly sailing ducks
Follow their desires
Towards the sea.
Gliding by the skull-fed trees
To wider regions with him
Who thought to drive by
Her flashing headlights.
Now souls meeting
On a bridge
Moving downstream
Together in flight
Approaching morning
Darting sunlight
While walking on waves
And warming in the rushing
Day of cold water’s delight.
Drifting beyond our ways
Regaining lost sight
As snow begins to fall
And laughter echoes
Winged songs rising
No longer strangers
Bred to dodge a line of shadows
On a bridge alone at night.

Learning How To Kiss

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Our planet flies through space

While lovers embrace

Creating shards of light

Shattering the darkest night.

My dear look down

Upon the stone faced ground.

Gaze upon the fields and mountains

Contemplate the isles that rest

In unrepentant loneliness.

Here for you a golden chain

Put our blue green home upon it

Wear it round your neck enthrone it

Let it roll upon your breast

As galaxies entwine your hair

And falling stars are

Everywhere.

Kiss me once and then we fly

Leaving sun and moon behind

Wearing gowns of shifting starlight

Drinking deep celestial wine.

Now I have you in this place

Somewhere deep in endless space.

Teach me how to really kiss

As we merge in endless bliss.

As we play among the heavens

Suddenly I hear a sound

The dog is scratching at the door

Our  child is crying down the hall

Daylight creeps upon the floor

Silently I watch you stir.

And then you speak soft words I keep

“Last night we met someone up there

Who laughed and followed us down here

Before one year is gone  she will

Bring us our joy  fulfilled.”

Outside the grass is growing tall

Business murmurs

Car horns sound.

I must find another job!

Secure the miracle of life

Will bring us safely

Through the night.

Here for you a golden chain

Put our blue green home upon it

Wear it round your neck enthrone it

Let it roll upon your breast

As galaxies entwine your hair

And falling stars are

Everywhere.

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I was having a bad day when I wrote this poem over a year ago.  It’s the most popular post ever here at Virginia Breeze.   Why is that do you think?  It doesn’t say very much about the quality of this blog.  Does it?   I was thinking about a boss I had a long time ago when I wrote it.  And I was also thinking about someone more recently in my life (unfortunately) who THINKS she is my boss*. So I had a great time doing this and released all the negative feelings and let them go with a laugh. Such a silly poem.  Tickets, please!!

*And it’s not my wife by a long shot.  So Happy Bosses Day everyone!

THE BOSS POEM

Dear Boss I wish you well this year

And well upon your way from here.

May soon you land on distant shores

Where they won’t let you pray before

They sacrifice your scrawny butt

And hang your head above a hut

Next to the tribal eating place

Where you are served up after grace.

Because they really love to eat

And you are such a lovely treat.

So here’s a ticket. There’s the boat

Happy hunting you old goat.

You are the prize so don’t delay

Just say goodbye and go away!

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Dawn Rapture

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The good things begin

When we go beyond the words

Music is the train

That takes us there

Or love

Or a photo that touches the heart

Poetry can do it

Or a twenty mile run

So many ways

We want to go

We need to go.

Sitting here reading these words

Imagine you are standing

Behind yourself

Watching yourself

Reading this

In the place beyond the words.