Unshakable
I refuse to make
any apologies for the way you make my
cheeks flush, pulse chase, heart race when
your hand brushes past my face.
—©g.a.meeder, 2017®
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Strollin With Intent
Strollin with Intent
tipped his hat their way
as he took note of her
giggling with two other girls
laden with heavy face paint
strolling down maroon
cobblestoned streets
with smiling faces
glances & nods
exchanged at everyone
they’d greet & meet
he couldn’t help but
notice that nice little quiver
that made her hips shake
giving him the wanton shiver
twirling parasols under
bare assed noon sun
for fair skinned escape
his innards ached
for those soft milky legs
wrapped up all around him
with her he knew damn well
that bed would quake
one way or another
in his rich man’s way
he was gonna buy
that perty girl
with a string o’ pearls
his wife had no say
he’d do so by any means
cause that’s the way they did
many & most things
when in the brothel’s
of New Orleans….
—©g.a.meeder, ®2017
Pack Of Lies
Pack of Lies
i had written the book
cover to cover on
the philosophy
with enough hard work in life
you could achieve anything
but it’s high time
to close that damned book
on American dreams
toss that poorly written
over rehearsed book
into that heap known as
file thirteen
because it’s nothing
but a pack of damned lies
and who would know
the storyline better
than the author
who never once
saw it come true
before her very eyes?
—©g.a.meeder, 2017®
Guilty As Charged
Guilty As Charged
I had to stop the noise
for it had become my failures
from which there had been
no pause for escape
so that I could settle
my scores of ill fate
hidden within human frailties
when I realized who are
we really competing up
or against?
all these imaginary battles
in this hard fought
but easily lost race
other than ourselves
and in that moment
I didn’t even recognize
until I wiped the
condensation off
the bathroom mirror
that it was the woman
in the mirror staring
back at me
with that harsh
judgmental look
upon her face…
—©g.a.meeder, 2017®
Mount of The Gallows
Mount of The Gallows
In Orwellian like silence
we sit stunned, circling around
pacing nervously,
skittish on rock bottom
hardened floors of reason that creak
in times of nervous disparity
nodding off into wee hours of daylight
giving the newly elected emperor
in rich man’s clothes
every benefit of doubt
because a falsely inflated ego
needs to come out smelling like a rose
covetously taking every shard
of our rights, our freedoms
offered up like a sacrificial lamb
to a reckless naïveté
dragging it along
with our lady of liberty
mounting her
and all she upholds
high with esteem for
what America once was
for the dreamers who dared
to dream the dream
all the way to the gallows
and nobody hears her screams.
—©g.a.meeder, ®2017
Autumn Overture
Autumn Overture
subtle sunrays peek
in between trees sparkling
on fallen fall spun
golden sun drenched leaves, Autumn’s
soft footprints of season’s end.
—©g.a.meeder, 2015®
Mighty Reckoning
Mighty Reckoning
You are a force to
be reckoned with that’s what they
say about the likes
of someone like me when my
tongue is set loose words fly free.
—©g.a.meeder, 2015®
Now that the day has arrived, they cry socialism.—Elizabeth A. Sherman
Twilight Falls
Twilight Falls
Sunbeams kiss day leaves
shimmering on lush reds, golds and russets
rippling like sun-streaked ocean waves at sunset
final rays of sunshine fade
vanishing into twilight
where celestial bodies sparkle and twinkle
awaiting the grand entrance of the moon
as she positions herself into the plush, black sky
bringing with her a mystical hush
that will silence the earth around her
leaving me alone in the world
to sit on the swing watching,waiting,
pondering inquisitively
in reverential awe
yearning for the first falling star
to leave behind its trail of cosmic dust…
—©g.a.meeder, 2017®
Eyes in The Clouds
I took this photo the other day while we were on the back roads of Ohio…Amish country back roads. Discovered the eyes in the clouds as I perused my camera roll…And whatever you may believe or not believe this photo made me think of this old song from Steve Warnier…
“Eyes In The Clouds”—©g.a.meeder,2017®
Your Memoir
Your Memoir
wrinkles sprinkle life and
your passionate search for it
boldly written in novellas of
experience sketched across your face
softly speaking you are loved
so for that reason alone
they should never be erased
your face has become a memoir
a bestseller, of mammoth proportion
to be cherished and treasured.
leaving me with a burning desire
to read you over and over again.
— -©g.a.meeder, 2012®
Crushed
Crushed
crushed to say the least
since you searched
hunted up for me
as if you would die
without seeing
me once again
eye to eye
only to hurry up
and say hello
just to say goodbye
who does that?
other than an ego
that derives pleasure
to watch me
slowly turn away
and once more
die inside…
—©g.a.meeder, 2017®
