No straight line
To our love
Bumps and bruises
Welts to the heart
Longing and character
Fill our cups
Sly smiles and afterthoughts
Always bubbling over
I didn’t choose you
Nor you me
It just happened
Do the math, you’ll see
In Kathmandu
Rain falls like Shiva’s tears
Great darkened clouds
Come roiling onto jagged peaks
Above the valley
Thunder echoes
Warm rain
Lightning scatters monkeys
Who take shelter in the wooden eves above a temple
As umbrellas blossom in the marketplace below.
Monsoon.
The Double OhOh.
Don’t insult a twofer,
one and two makes
a triple no no no.
Walking down the Royal Mile,
When was the last time you broke the confidence?
Get it Right Next time,
Dealing with the death of
of an unchartered lingo.
Miles Away,
Again a Double OhOh.
Sleepwalking through your speech,
keep it to yourself.
Hypnotized in the Oh Well,
An unbiased letting go,
and respectfully avoid the Double Ohoh.
Poet’s Note:
Bob Eager would like to present a written form that discusses a big mistake people make. Saying something against people one time is only a questionable offense. Saying something twice is unforgivable.
Every placed I go your fair face beams.
You are a beautiful woman, you’re the woman of my dreams.
Your heart is loving and tender and forever forgiving.
You’re the reason I’m here, you’re my reason for living.
You opened your heat and gave me a new life.
Then you made me the happiest the day you became my wife.
And just when I thought you made me the happiest man in the world.
You presented us both with a new baby girl.
And just when I thought we had all the happiness and joy.
You presented us both with a new baby boy.
I make no apologies
for needing you like I do
we trade secrets
stolen kisses
make each feel good
romance, raw, righteous
the mantra of each day
would have kissed you harder
deeper
you kept me slightly at bay
next time will be different
passion collision
no fault
mouth on mouth
only coming up for air
no deposit, no return
Mr. Manhattan
lurking in your tangled hair
in your rear view mirror
on line at the bank
while cooking eggs
Our bare arms are long
strong as our hearts
not as easily broken…
as they open embracing
comforting, grasping,
protecting
bearing witness to our loves
second to none
our losses
each wound stitches
healing ever fierce
our common core
our never gone humanity
our ever sacred power
to link hearts
in unity
banishing hatred and fear
as truly as
a new day
of justice and peace
Sometimes, when the heart is heavy,
the world of wonder and beauty can seem
little more than a vast, pitiless sea
with dark waves rolling relentlessly on,
great, towering crests and troughs
carrying only strife, struggle, injustice
and a squalid, petty, deceiving tide
of narrow self-interest. Then
I reach for your hand, feel its warmth,
sense a strange, mysterious connection,
the greater sea of lives intimately shared,
and buoyed by a wave of love, hope and joy,
surrender to its transcendent surge,
letting it take me wherever it will.
Do not follow these lines
they are pockmarked
diseased, not strawberry-
scented but vicious traps
in madness. Follow them only
when you arraign a last wish
of death traps.
Silent monologues in eternity
and aroma of a salon’s sapphire.
Honeysuckle is everywhere this summer
Walking down blazing-hot streets
Suddenly the lovely scent invades the nostrils
Makes me stop in my tracks
It brings me back to my youth
The fragrance omnipresent
I’m not sure I loved it back then
Need it now though to remember the sweetness