POETRY PAGE EIGHT
"Fisherman's Blues"
Oh Lord, I've got the fisherman's blues...
Infected from my hair to my worn out shoes.
I sure do hanker to catch a big fish,
The bigger, the better is my dandy wish.
I got a big contest coming my way:
And I wanna win that buddy Sunday.
Too many people try to say it's just luck ---
But, it's skill and strategy, you can bet your buck.
I've got my tackle, and I've got my bait,
To catch the biggest... I can hardly wait.
I've worked and tried as hard as I can;
I already am a winning fisher-man.
So, I'll truck on up to Lake O' The Pines
And try for the prize that ought to be mine.
I'll have these blues until I'm done -
The day I weigh in the biggest one.
And if I don't hold up one of the finest bass ...
All of you suckers can KISS MY ASS !!!!!!
(for brother James. Good luck & Love)
"A Butterfly"
Pop always used the word 'flighty' for me -
Some siblings say, 'footloose, fancy free.'
My Ma doesn't even know what to think,
And neither does my expensive shrink.
My X husband said I am ' bubbly and fun,'
My best friend knows I am under the gun.
'Born with a curse,' thinks a sister of mine:
Yet, an older brother feels I am 'fine.'
Brother James once called me 'dumb' -
Too many opinions make my mind numb.
A couple of nieces know I am ' great'
And professional folks know that I rate.
Most people don't know how they feel -
Guys with crushes think I'm "unreal."
Ones that I help Do call me 'swell' -
Those that hate me, proclaim me "hell."
No one really knows what to think about me,
Perhaps I'm a butterfly ... on LSD.
"Shallow"
I don’t need anyone to drag or let me down---
Just when I start smiling; you give me a frown.
You don’t know what to do with yourself,
or a clue where you’re going;
But I’m as free as the northern wind,
and I’ll just keep on blowing.
I look in your eyes, see a grave angry void,
Distorted minds are already destroyed . . .
I will leave you now to your world of hate;
I’ve gotta leave--- the time is late.
Oh you hurt me to my very core,
And you will see my face no more . . .
I won’t die in your state of mind,
I’ll go elsewhere, and fortune I’ll find.
I really don’t need you, and you won’t take me out---
You’re too shallow; you don’t know what it’s about.
"My Epitaph"
Here I now lay, in peace at long last,
I am no more haunted by the ravaged past;
I have no pain - and sorrow hath fled...
All of my trials have now been shed.
I am truly happy to be where I am -
As silent as the pearl in a clam.
Earthly goods could not change my way-
I am nestled in the cool earth today.
This is a joy to know I'm relieved;
I knew this in life, so please do not grieve...
I have anxiously awaited my own special time;
Eternal rest is now finally mine.
"Splendor At Last"
They walked amid the meadow & field
Seemingly invisible as if by a shield
Out into the wild green woodland they went
To answer the call of desire that was sent
On a blanket of grass they hungrily laid
And within her mind, pleasant memories played
She beheld the eminence of the azure skies
And a twinkle of fire in his emerald eyes
Under the heavens and whispering pines
A brief meeting of two unfathomable minds
The wind was singing an enchanting song
At this moment in time when nothing was wrong
At the voice of ecstasy white clouds drifted by
And an instant stood still for which one would die
Now sweet silence and a feeling of peace
Perplexity and passion had discovered release
He was Adonis and she was a queen
Within her face was reflected his dream
And in the close of this dazzling day
Words were nonessential to say
A pure cool drink from a deep crystal spring
To the lips of her lover the lady did bring
She will never forget the splendor found there
Nor the sunlight that shimmered on his rich raven hair . . .
"Rused"
I sit in contented solitude,
and my mind is clear to wander-
Thinking thoughts that reach from here,
and follow on to yonder. . .
I find there is no level end
to the road of life and death;
We go along with shackles and chains
Till soon we have no breath. . .
But as long as I have realized-
no longer I'm confused;
Fortunate to discover early,
"In life we all are rused."
© 2001 by Cathlyn Cross- Leming (All rights reserved) All material written here is my sole original work