Sat in the Sun and sand
In this westcoast Pacific land
With the wind on my face
Watching the waves
Thinking of you
And you
And you
And you
Today
Each of you have a special place
Inside my mind
Heart
And soul
Each of you I could never let go
Even if I wanted to
For reasons un-agreed to by me
Some well beyond my understanding
You have been taken away
Today I sat in the sun and sand
With memories of you loving me
Close to hand
It is strange to me
How closely love and grief are linked
Between you
And you
And you
And you
And me
Zig©'20'
Soul's Note Poetry
Thursday, May 28, 2020
Wednesday, April 15, 2020
Friday, April 3, 2020
Good morning, God bless!
Or Three
Up with the sun
Thinking it would be fun
To have a drink
Or three
Or something to eat
Or somebody
To hold
Or just fucking talk to
Three hundred
And sixty six days
Since the day that
Went away
Up with the sun
Thinking it would be fun
To do the
Same thing
Today
As I did
Yesterday
Sleep in
Get laid
Three times
Drink tea
And eat
Doughnuts
And Chinese
And pizza
Read
And leave
That drink
Or three
Upon waking
To the sun's rising
To some other day
Zig©'20'
Wednesday, April 1, 2020
I ache to hold you
In my arms
To tell you
Things will be all right
Though every thing
Seems wrong
To sing you to sleep
Though I haven't
The song
Nor the voice
To ease your suffering
For you are there
And I am here
I have only
My love for you
And these words
I wish you could hear
Though things seem dark
Your head full of fear
If you seek
My love
God is always near
Call to him
He is
Close enough
To hear
In my arms
To tell you
Things will be all right
Though every thing
Seems wrong
To sing you to sleep
Though I haven't
The song
Nor the voice
To ease your suffering
For you are there
And I am here
I have only
My love for you
And these words
I wish you could hear
Though things seem dark
Your head full of fear
If you seek
My love
God is always near
Call to him
He is
Close enough
To hear
Zig ©'20'
Friday, March 27, 2020
Friday
You know?
In these days of uncertainty
A stay
Of execution may
Or may not
Be on the menu
Then you
May
Or may not
Bemoan
Or groan
At the injustice
Of it
Continue or quit
An acquittal
Means little
When the Devil
Plays his fiddle
While your family
Drags you through
The cemetery
To view your own
Headstone
Isn't it pretty
They already had
It ready
Just in case
You know?
Zig ©'20'
In these days of uncertainty
A stay
Of execution may
Or may not
Be on the menu
Then you
May
Or may not
Bemoan
Or groan
At the injustice
Of it
Continue or quit
An acquittal
Means little
When the Devil
Plays his fiddle
While your family
Drags you through
The cemetery
To view your own
Headstone
Isn't it pretty
They already had
It ready
Just in case
You know?
Zig ©'20'
Thursday, March 5, 2020
I said goodbye to you
Many moons ago
One of the hardest things
I have ever had to do
Was to say no
To you
Was the right thing to do
At the time
If I could go back
In time
I would not change my mind
But I would let me know
That I would cry
When I found
That you died
Because real love
Does not really
Ever let you go
Many moons ago
One of the hardest things
I have ever had to do
Was to say no
To you
Was the right thing to do
At the time
If I could go back
In time
I would not change my mind
But I would let me know
That I would cry
When I found
That you died
Because real love
Does not really
Ever let you go
Tuesday, March 3, 2020
On Wings
Fly me to places
With wicked trees
Screams on the breeze
More please
More please
And more
Please
Fly me to places
With wicked streams
Flowing into blood red seas
More please
More please
And more
Please
Fly me to places
With wicked dreams
Filled with scream filled
Blood red seas
More please
More please
And more
Please
Fly me to these places
Tasting of dispair
And misery
Only
To deliver me
To deliver me
And
To deliver me
Peace
More peace
More peace
And
More peace
Fly me to wicked places
On wings
To deliver me
To your peace Lord
To remind me
Upon waking
The gift of taking
Yet another
Breath
Zig©"20"
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