Cut off one’s nose to spite his face

Cut off one’s nose to spite his face

from day one it went
from bad to worse unfiltered
thoughts rolled off
his tongue
without one thought given to
how he’d expose his own con

—©g.a.meeder, 2019®

 

Letdown

 

Letdown

i watched from afar

as your disease knocked the wind

out of your sails

in angst I secretly prayed

that there would be

a god to heal you.

—©g.a.meeder, 2019®

 

 

 

Sun Shines So Pretty

Sun Shines So Pretty

winter layers us

in white diamond dust

the earth rotates on

her axis seasonally

stirring all things up

finding us here

in this moment

of discovery

that when the sun

shines so pretty it hurt

reminding us that

missing you

would hurt this much?

—©g.a.meeder, 2018®

 

 

Dawn of Truth

Dawn of Truth

The splish splash lull of soapy dishwater

pulled her in as her sponge

spun around the bowl’s rim

two small business setbacks

and all those dishes she’d scrubbed

through thick and thin

pondering why is life always sink or swim?

—©g.a.meeder, 2018®

 

 

The Vicious Cycle (The Broken Back Workers Plight)  

The Vicious Cycle

(The Broken Back Workers Plight)  

strange where poverty leads us

the captain of unwilling vessels

steering us into false mantras

where we are told to dream

reach for those lofty stars

that if we work hard enough

we can get there

with these hands, these feet

this mind, the people we meet

but life throws so many punches

slim curves, kicks in the crotch

that it leaves black as night holes

in our misdirected souls

whereupon we once again

find ourselves back in that place

we’d hoped to have escaped.

—©g.a.meeder, 2018®

 

 

 

 

“Spinning my wheels gettin nowhere fast!”

The most commonly used & stated

“pearl of wisdom”

from all the truck driver’s

that I came to know & love in my life.

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®

 

 

 

 

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