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®
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
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®
Stolen Thunder
Stolen Thunder
a cynical cold heart
i have become
against all my best
of intentions
my failures
have caught up
drowning out my
spirit of youth
you at one time
could recognise
inside that glimmer
in my eyes
you’d complimented
how it had escaped me
now i must lower
my eyes for i
do want you to
discover how it
has finally gotten
a hold of me
so that it will
not steal your
spirit as well,
become your disease.
—©g.a.meeder, 2017®
