Poetry
by Jeff Bresee
What
do you want from me
A song, a rhyme…
Just to spend a little time
I always wonder
What you want from me
Perhaps an act
To show I care
A word, a touch
A longing stare
Oh what I'd give
To know what it could be
Should I sing til I can't sing no more
Come crawling back up to your door
To bring you gifts
Whatever I can buy
By chance you
Simply need to hear
I love you whispered
In your ear…
Were it that easy
Surely I would try
But by judging what I know of you
A simple fix will never do
No, something
More complex is called at hand
Like: Help you swing
From every star
Or be as perfect
As you are
That's where it sits
From what I understand
But trying to pin it down just so's
Like trying to pin a wave, you know
Upon the sand
Like sung in that old song
And just like them
I've not a clue
Just what the hell
I'm s'posed to do
So on I go…
As you lead me along
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Same
Old Song
The torn remain
Of what was plain
Waves now o're frozen ground
In winds that blow
Cold ice and snow
And other feelings down
There isn't much
Left in a touch
To calm the trembling hand
For winter chill
Bears haunting still
In cloak across the land
The settled dust
And mingled rust
Guard safe against the grain
While bleaking dim
From deep within
Gives root to damper'd pain
How did it come
From there to here
How could it go so wrong
A love once whole
Two lives a full
Yet still…
The same old song
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Things
Held
Holding all
I hold that's mine
A modern king
The gift's of time
Allot no grip
Nor means to hold
Today in grasp
Yet drifting old
Begotten days
Become as sand
Slow subtle shift
Crossed barren land
Things held before
Now gone from view
Fast faded they
Like morning dew
Four seasons passed
As if a dream
In winter's chill
Left wondering
Now looking back
Twas not as planned
For at the end…
I naked stand
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