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A Heart That Is Blue

A heart that is blue,

bringing me to you.

A heart that is maroon

and deep it is too.
 

As your subtle smile

brightens like a friend.

Yet, the fires across the miles,

alluring, mystifying to no end.
 

Each part of you a poem.

Looking at you, is like viewing

the world in a grain of sand.

Grasping it, like passion, unplanned!
 

Even as if marrying,

everything that is you.

Please don't mind me, as I am staring

into your eyes and at your lips too.
 

Every minute of everyday,

touching, becoming together.

The shine of beauty your way,

beholden of my soul, where

I may stare off into space.
 

You may stop my heart from beating

or cause me to forget everything.

But, it makes life worth living,

and keeps my soul surviving.
 

You and I are like a butterfly,

sometimes you'll see me

in the stars up in the sky,

and you is all that I see
 

The blue is so peaceful

and the soft rolling hills are too.

The darkness is the intimacy

as we share the moments to be
 

just you and me...just you and me.

By Gary Hodges

The Sky Doesn't Reproach

Roaming in possibility

Imagining inside a dream

During the day and night

Is she in sight

The colors are many

Yet I feel its blue

Won't you walk this way

Don't you have something to say

A hand is meant to hold

A touch is felt in the heart

Is being too busy an excuse

Is this avoidance a recuse

Come and join me

Look as the trees reach

Look at the mountains touch

The sky doesn't reproach

Back there, where you are

Look at how far

From the quiet peaceful path

From this countryside's swath

Don't pass me off to another

Your running not from me

But from something I'm not a part of

If you would only just glance above

Look what you would see

by Gary Kohime

Autonomous

Can't you see

me drifting away?

Can't you feel

That I can't stay?

Look at my back,

and follow your heart.

Hail to your soul,

now its time to start.

There is no time

to look at the frivolous.

The sadness is of two,

I get that your autonomous.

Nonetheless, feelings are real.

My heart finds a dead end street.

You dwell inside of dedication,

I wander, lost, inside of impasse.

All this will pass

All this will pass

by Gary Kohime

The Mire of Love

You thought you answered
Issues of our bond
You threw “The End” card
Now it’s beyond

My soul does grip
This connection eternally
It just went adrift
I know, I’ve been here previously

I Said...(a friends version)

I was sharing my poem "I Said" with a very good internet friend of mine.  She asked me if I minded her 'reciting' a poem that came to her as an inspiration while I was sharing mine?  She said, something to the effect, that if I were you, this is what I'd be writing. Then she said, I don't know if this fits but here goes.

After reading it, I was so impressed and honored that she had felt, let alone shared, such an inspiration.  That, regardless, if it fits or not, I would like to put this on my web site.  Thank you "turtle"(her nickname) for you being you, and please don't ever stop. : )

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I Said...

I said, yes... 
         to being in your company, 
in a virtual place;
         would you be with me? 
I said, yes... 
         to an intimate relationship, 
that could outlast this. 
       Words, they fall from your lips. 
 
I said, yes... 
         to a meeting that's real. 
You said, no. (there was someone else) 
         what did you just steal? 
I said, yes... 
         to another that would. 
You said, why less? 
         Was I confused, is this a should?

It Started

It started with my job,
it started with one son
it started with my income.
All are gone, all are gone.

It started with all I owned,
it started with the city
I once called home.
All are gone, all are gone.

A Rose

I was walking in the rain.
on the sidewalk was a stain,
the darkened red of someone's pain;
is this where I'm going again?

Walking down the street,
like my heart, these feet,
in steps that do repeat;
the sounds of retreat.

I was talking in the tears
of the times, the years,
and the mindlessness of these fears;
then a trampled rose appears.

Walking down the street,
like my heart, these feet,
in steps that do repeat;
the sounds of retreat.

I was thinking when I should not,
it only makes my heart caught,
in places that are a plot;
you know what the grave bought.

It bought a familiar place,
as my soul could not face,
the love that had no trace;
in the mud it was erased.

Walking down the street,
like my heart, these feet,
in steps that do repeat;
the sounds of retreat.

Seven Years

Seven years of living,
together was the misgiving,
torn between the grieving,
and the leaving.

The caldron of words spoken,
no mending of a heart broken,
you sharing was merely a token,
of things past and unbroken...

Anger

She seeks and she wanders, 
over this place and ponders, 
whom she can sap or plunder
for her own satisfaction.
Never a reflection
showing in the mirror.

Not giving it a chance,
to see, to dance.
She knows no game, 
so she says, never the same.
A voice, the surface,
taking away all purpose.