Category Archives: Poetic Asides

I’ll Believe it When I Flatline

The heart goes on. Long after
thoughts of her fade. It is said
that ’tis better to have lost at love
than to have never ventured.
The heartache is the same.
I can not blame her
for wanting more, but when one
is unsure, one teeters on the brink.
So, learn to swim or sink,
but in the end the tally is the same.
Life is the no win game. But play
as if your life depended upon it.
Believe in the heart; it goes on.
And you will be fine until you flatline!

 

 

DM

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I’ll Believe it When Thomas Stops Doubting

Blessed are those who do not see and still believe.
The truth is, eyes can decieve and leave one
with an uneasy feeling that questions their own
verity. Sincerity and logic are the pudding
in which the truth is proved. It abides in each of us.
Have a bit of faith and wait for the signs to point it out,
the annointed ones are no more favored than the least.
Put you finger in His side and His palms for that matter,
you need no stigmata to steer your heart. Have no doubt
or fear. Just believe what is here, and you will see.

 

DM

Carnivore

Carnivore

She sits in vapid conversation,
flicking her fingernails in annoyance
trying to avoid his blatant stares.
His coffee cools in deference to
the bright blank walls which
lack warmth and offer no comfort.
And I sit in solitary silence gazing
into the dank despair of my smoky cup.
My soul bears its stain sadly.
Night is a ravenous carnivore;
it preys on our loneliness.

In homage to “Nighthawks” by Edward Hopper

DM

Kairn


Kairn, a daughter so fair and pure,
born of grace and beauty; demure
in her womanly wiles, her smile
can charm the monster from Lough Ness.

She touched my heart when she was born,
Kairn, a daughter so fair and pure,
giving me a part of her soul,
this gentle girl in full control.

Her mother’s looks and her father’s
way with words, both expressed in love,
Kairn, a daughter so fair and pure;
an angel. Sent from up above,

Blessing all that know her spirit.
And her voice, the way I hear it
fills all my days with joy for sure,
Kairn, a daughter so fair and pure.

Written for the dear heart of a daughter, Kairn Blythe McIllwain.

LOST WITHIN

Lost within the heart of reason,
a love once burning, extinguished,
covered in ash and soot, buried.
Deeply sequestered from this life.

Vanquished soul, sapped of breathing’s fire
lost, within the heart of reason
rests, the remnants of emotions
adrift on oceans of sorrow.

And what will the morrow offer?
Love’s most gentle intervention
lost within the heart of reason?
Or despair for the heart’s demise?

It is unwise to give up hope.
Love’s rose will bloom amidst the thorns,
filling your soul with bouquets, once
lost within the heart of reason.

FINNEGAN

A fresh start
warms a heart and brings
perspective to all life offers.
A chance to fill
our coffers with the wealth
that fills our very souls.
And so as the year
evolves into the next
mutation, involve yourself
in the celebration; a fresh start.
Begin again!

DM

The Boxer

Brain and braun and a mean streak
a mile long, with hands and a stronger head.
He could have been anything,
but he chose to be a pugilist instead.

A mighty upper-cut has he,
and a jab to keep his foe at bay.
In a way, a choreographer in this
ringed dance. Fighting for his life.

One more concussion and
all discussion of his future will include
warnings of permanancy. It is he
who chooses his fate;

who is to say if it’s not too late?
And the longer that he waits,
the gong will eventually ring his finality.
The banal refusal to concede with words

unheeded, will kill him. Boxing is all he knows;
it is all that thrills him. Life’s battered heavyweight.