i remain offside
quietly listening to
others as they 
dig up dirt
verbally assaulting
one another for how
they approach issues
attacking them for
opinions that differ
maintaining my distance
by keeping my upper lip stiffer
so that I maintain
some sort of strength
to pick up the remains
when they are done playing
their judgmental games
so we don’t all end up
in the same log splitter.

—©g.a.meeder, 2017®






on tiptoe we walked
as the breaking sun rays burst
forth opening up
a lush green cathedral of
redwoods chanting hymns for us.

—©g.a.meeder, 2017®


A Thief In The Night

A Thief In The Night

white halos dead straight
ahead flash like spotlights in
dense fog that has crept
wrapping itself around all
that breathes stealing their secrets

—©g.a.meeder, ®2017





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® 








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®




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®