Lovecycle

As in and out the seasons flow
And days go by, some fast, some slow,
With things I can or cannot bear;
Through change, unchanging love we share.

By day I wake, by night I sleep
(Or not) and then a vigil keep.
I know both hope and deep despair;
Through change, unchanging love we share.

The path is lit; the way is dark.
The slightest rustle leaves a mark.
I walk through fog and clearest air;
Through change, unchanging love we share.

As in and out the seasons flow,
Through change, unchanging love we share.


This poem is a
Kyrielle Sonnet.

Glass Houses

Glass Houses

by Frederick Douglass Grimes, III

Where do you live?
What’s your address?

Do you reside on
Live and Let Live Blvd?

Or is your happy home on
Judgment Ave?

You must ask yourself this question…
Or not,
only if you care enough
to consider your neighbors.

We all live
in life’s glass houses,
and no one is perfect –
even relatively close.

Think for a minute.
Life would be boring
if we all were perfect!

We would instantly know
what our neighbors think of us,
and that could cause many problems.

As life is now,
anyone can tell you
anything.
And who’s to know
if it be truth or fiction?

What a world that would be indeed!
That old adage always rings true:

Those who live in glass houses
should not
throw
stones!

And remember…
We all live
in life’s
glass houses!
–The Blind Poet, Freddy G.

Shared for OpenLinkNight #243 at
dVerse.

Good Wood

I am wood,
balanced between
earth and sky.

I am turquoise,
green and blue, earth and water
combined.

I am wood,
grown, cut down, fashioned, burned,
changed by my own life path.

I am Spring,
even when I don’t feel the sun
within.

I am wood,
creating fire,
destroying and transforming.

I am mi,
not the root but still essential
to the musical scale.

I am wood,
balanced between
earth and sky.


My response to Amaya’s beautiful and thought-provoking “In my Element” prompt at
dVerse,
with some help from
Utah Symphony!

Battleground

I am on my way,
light and dark and day
and night.
Constantly I pray
that I do not stray
from right.
Yet I feel the clay
at my feet decay.

Dragons I must slay
circle me and play
with fire.
Jumping in the fray,
piercing with a ray
of ire.
Wounded, there I lay,
under skies of gray.

Standing now, I sway,
look around and they
are gone…
Spirit on display
lifts me up to say
WELL DONE!
Light and dark and day,
I am on my way!


Lai Nouveau for
dVerse.

I Do

I Do because you offered more
Than anything I had before.
You changed my world and brought me through;
Is that enough to say I Do?

I Do because you made a way
To ease my mind and fill each day.
My greatest gift on earth is you;
Is that enough to say I Do?

I Do because we always care,
And burdens large and small, we share.
I hope to measure up to you;
Is that enough to say I Do?

I Do because my only love,
Besides the Lord in Heav’n above,
Now took me in, and I am true.
Is that enough to say I Do?

I Do, am I the only one
To ask until the day is done,
If I am doing right by you?
Is that enough to say I Do?

I Do because God told me yes;
I asked for love, and I am blessed.
And so I give myself to you,
And that’s enough to say I Do.

I Do, and with a woman’s heart,
I pray that I will do my part.
And may the Lord help me improve,
And that’s enough to say I Do.

I Do, but it’s a winding road,
And who can say they really know?
I reach for more to be and do,
And that’s enough to say I Do.

I Do, but all the people talk!
Yet mine is not the path they walk.
I must let go and live my truth,
And that’s enough to say I Do.

I Do, and I am striving still;
I promise that I always will.
Beyond the mind, my love shines through,
And that’s enough to say I Do.


This poem is a
Kyrielle.
It’s kind of a double Kyrielle, if there is such a thing, with stanzas 1-5 sharing a repeating line, and stanzas 6-10 sharing another.

Shared for
dVerse OpenLinkNight #247

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More than I Should

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Refrain:
I think of you more than I should.
It turns me upside-down,
But uh huh, the world looks good.
You can’t ignore the facts,
And I admit that
I think of you more than I should.

1. I walk the halls.
I climb the walls,
And you know, I don’t get much sleep at all.
And when I do,
I dream of you,
And my smile doesn’t try to hide the truth.
Refrain:

2. I pace the stairs
And play musical chairs,
While I dance with thoughts of you beyond compare.
And it’s all right,
‘Cause I see the light.
Could it be love sent from above? Uh huh, it might.
Refrain: (Twice)

Uh huh, you’re good,
So I think of you much more than I should.

Crystal’s Theory of Relatives

Relatives are relatively harmless,
until you suppose something they don’t,
disagree with their agreements,
opine an opposing opinion,
or speculate that maybe
*someone* is relatively unstable.

But relatively speaking,
you can learn to relate to your relations
as long as you remember:
While they are your relatives,
you are still relatively free
to speculate on your own life,
presuppose what you will,
say yes to another proposition,
and generally assume the position of decision-maker –
not for them, but for yourself…

relatively speaking, that is!


My “theory” piece for
dVerse Poetics.

Upward Climb

We took leave sadly
With bags chock-full of sweetest memories
Of loving madly
And sure that you and I were meant to be.
We burned so badly
With deep desire for our destiny.
Succeeding gladly,
We went down swinging, then we rose up, free!


A Quadrille for De’s “up” prompt at
dVerse.

Usually I have too many words – that is, more than 44, and have to pair them down. This time I had 42 and had to conjure UP more! 🙂

The Truth About Faces

The Truth About Faces

by Frederick Douglass Grimes, III

Faces show the pain;
Faces show the strain.
Faces show the shame,
But who’s really to blame?

Faces show the stress;
Faces show the mess,
The toll that life has taken
On a spirited blessed soul.

Faces show how strong
A child of God can be.
When we pass the test of internal strength,
A beautiful smile is all you see!

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