PoemsOctober2004

"The Story of Hector I Tell"

The story of Hector let me tell

bold, brave,

a klutzy salesman

there was nothing he could sell

cookware, cars

books, he tried them all

he even tried to sell a Church a bell

sad, disappointed

feelings of failure he had not

for on these things he would not dwell

of negative blood

he had none

he was positive in every cell

days of sunshine

days of rain

every day was always swell

then came the day

when Hector fell

down, down

then with a splash

he landed in the bottom of the well

and he was stuck

no hope of rescue in sight

yet he prayed, hoped

and of course, he did yell

but help came not

until the ghost of a squirrel

who died chasing a shell

tickled his side

and Hector flew out of the well

and now has a story

believed by none

but still this story he does tell.

dc riggs © 5 October 2004

"Her Bed of Roses"

Was early in the morning of sadness

I lay my love down

on a bed of fine roses

and on her face

was a smile

for peace she had found

after the turmoil

that had wrapped hateful arms

around our land

the greedy

as is their lot

for money or for power

had stripped us bare

to build

their monuments

complete with spire and tower

while we worked the land

feet tired and worn

blisters, cuts

to adorn our hands

now through an act of evil

this curse had come

to me

as her death pierced my heart

and she found peace

her bed of roses

no more to grief to be bound

and me a world of sadness.

dc riggs © 8 October 2004

"Dance on the Leaves"

Come to me my true love fair

and we will dance

as if

upon the summer air.

Though fall leaves around us fall

our feet will crunch

and obediently

we will answer love's true call.

Feel the wind, its chilly arm

wrapping around you

I will hold you tight

and keep you from cold and harm.

The trees will soon be very bare

as winter comes

never fear

for you will be under my loving care.

See me smile at you, watch me prance

for winter is not yet here

today is not gone

so come with me my love and dance.

dc riggs © 8 October 2004

"Painting Gone Wrong"

My sunset, too strong

too wrong

as frustration

not sadness fills me

yet the fun

for me is never done.

Gentle, gentle soft

as in a loft

full

of down feathers

this is what should be

so says "me."

This sunset, too bright

not at all right

a good idea sour?

No! No!

not sour yet

thought the paint is set.

The thought, a vision clear

maybe not held dear

but one to paint

still resides

not hard to find

within my heart and mind.

dc riggs © 8 October 2004

"The Hollow Sound"

There is no greater hollow sound

than the beat

of a heart

in an empty shell

the feeling is a thing hard to tell.

Words, empty words, no feeling

no sense of tomorrow

yesterday's

memories linger

no sense of love's gentle tingling.

A beginning, a place where it ends

the dissolate time

inbetween

for a man, for a woman

those in search of mates, of friends.

Then one day, unplanned, unknown

love may walk in

heart's door

the loned heart rings

a happy sound, glistens as a gemstone.

dc riggs © 10 October 2004

"He Was A Mountain Man"

He was a mountain man

half human

half maybe bear

he was the one who said "I Can!"

Beaver traps, winter's cold grip

Indian danger

nature's dangerous trails

unique, faced with a stiff upper lip.

Indian maiden, lover? friend?

companion

in the cold of night

perhaps there, at trail's end.

Civilization? Back in the past

another life, world

nearly forgotten

for this one, as long as it might last.

Mountain tops, with pristine snow

Rendezvous

tall trees, swift rivers

valleys of green down below.

Boldly lived, perhaps boldly died

accident or war

let no one ever say

that he ever gave up or never tried.

He among the few, the Mountain Man

human smart, bear tough

socially limited

marked as a man, since time began.

dc riggs © 10 October 2004

"When Morning Came"

Morning came, I gave her a smile

with lips

and with heart

over coffee

with celebration

for we were not apart

this fine

morning time

when we life could share

sitting

talking of this

and that

no cares or worry

togetherness

makes concern and old hat

there are in life

things that matter

make a real difference

the love of God

children

a sense of purpose

and the love of a companion

who will be there

and with you

see this life through

so with heart

and lips

with humility, I gave her a smile

dc riggs © 10 October 2004

"Did I Say I Love You"

Tell me true, Did I say I love you?

before you went

to work today

before you went to play.

Three powerful words

unexpressed

as the power to destroy

yet some treat them as a toy.

Three words, Three syllables

what mark follows?

question? period? exclamation?

or are we stuck with procrastination?

They are soothing words, indeed!

man, woman, child

when the heart is suffering distress

when life is in a gigantic mess.

But love sometimes dies, is gone

no funeral, no notice

usually from neglect, decay

we assume tomorrow based on today.

The words, their direction and flow

heal, energize, inspire

extremely important so I say

did I tell you that I love you today?

"We Know Life Is Good"

When lovers meet, babies cry

when we stop

and view God's open sky

then we know that life is good.

When work goes smooth as can be

we celebrate life

with a loving family

then we know that life is good.

When torn and worn, in need of prayer

out of luck, forlorn

and God gives someone to care

then we know that life is good.

In the dirt and grime of city streets

in desert's desolate

we find Creation's beauty

then we know that life is good.

My friend, my love, please come

take my heart, my hand

rejoice, don't be glum

We'll still know that life is good.

"In God's World"

What place have I in God's world?

for it is His

not mine

and the world is mighty fine.

Who will stand beside me? love me?

with all my warts

failures

two saplings, grown into one tree.

Religious bonds, faith in shackles

all "do not"

or "this must do"

should raise righteous hackles.

Relationship, God and me, me and God

me and others, others and me

form the Cross

salvation for those shaped from sod.

For God is, beginning, present, end

unifying human hearts

healing the same

for He is true and our truest friend.

"For Tomorrow'

Sweet Dreams, Sweet Dreams

the lover said to her

Sweet Dreams

for sweet you are to me

for your life

I offer my prayerful plea.

Deep Rest, Deep Rest

my love, my dear

deep rest

for tomorrow's stress

comes early

my prayer, a day of non-mess.

Bright Dawn, Bright Dawn

the lover's song

Bright Dawn

bold, not meek

may a sunbeam kiss your cheek.

My Love, My Love

the lover cried

My Love

to wrap around your heart

gently caressing

to give your day a start.

"When A Work Day Is Over"

When work day is done

come dear come

sit by me

relax, let us have fun.

Feet were made to walk

for my massage

as I do

we can chat, we can talk.

God made the neck to turn

the head my love

for my hands to rub

relaxing as the scent of a fern.

The back solid yet so fragile

a tension collector

let me help you

for this I need not be agile.

Work day is done my dear

let me hear your tale

the ups, downs

the laugh, the dripping tear.