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®

 

 

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®

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

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®

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®

Thrown

Thrown

she is brought crashing

down to the ground

in the heat of the hunt

flesh is torn, ripped, shredded

teeth tear into muscle

crack on bone

what democracy looks like

when to the wolves

it is thrown.

—©g.a.meeder, 2017® 

Crestfallen

Lake Erie, Pennsylvania, Sunset, Beach 6, (where the infamous UFO sighting from 1966 was) —*g.a.meeder, 2016, Copyrighted*

Crestfallen

if ever there were

a time on the pages 

of life where we could 

re-write, edit, change

it would be in these

times of the present

where we would most 

assuredly have

kinder ends…

—*g.a.meeder, 2016, Copyrighted*