somewhere a special lady
speaks my name
smiling and remembering some
soft magic moments
that turned the world on wheels
to a happy tune
while
someplace here this dreamer
thinks of her
grinning that glorious grin
weaving that wonderful touch
into a golden design
of unmistakable beauty
and caring.
-- douglas brent smith
in the distance
far beyond my reach
sits a curious quizzical lady
reflecting on
near misses and
wet kisses and
tardy attempts to connect
beat shaded under-rated
near-miss exchanges
sharing these changes
as time slips from us
while clouds, rain, thunder
sweeps over keeping
distances prim
far turns trim
blinking in the flash thinking
we cannot know how
to go
now to hear
one of our voices sing
what only wisdom brings
there's time enough for knowing.
-- douglas brent smith
all of her goldfish died
she bought one each day
at the exotic pet shop filled
with fish who eat fish
she put the stranger in a bowl
watched it swim around
went to class
came back finding the fish
floating motionless at the top
dead each day
so she gave up fish for plants
placed in her window
they reached for the sun gracefully
willing and as if pulled madly
trembled, withered, wandered toward death
as if strangled by some invisible
plant canceler
oblivious to all this
she grasped my trusting hand and
led me to her dormitory bed
and in the morning
wondered why
i hadn't died.
-- douglas brent smith
my tongue once tense relaxes
prodding a voice grown resonant
when seeking to impress you
standing there hiding
from my nuance from those hints
of what might be for you and me
a new way of singing
reveal yourself your will your
firm resolve not tempted beyond
but pulled from within
go ahead and hide yourself
those firm breasts those
long legs those changeable
strange eyes
those deeply thought sighs
save it, turn away, i do not
care any more my wooden voice
speaks perfect platitudes of logic
aloof alone independent calm
even though
if your no became oh...yes
we could discover
what our tongues do best.
-- douglas brent smith
the kids don't care they say
strap them down with boulders
place flames upon their shoulders
cause the kids don't care
the code has faded somewhere
all the punitive measures
tied to worthless treasures
when the kids don't care
the kids don't care we see
when we fill them up with pap
who's the queen and who's the sap?
when the kids don't care.
-- douglas brent smith
Temporary love teaches us to survive the temporary and to thrive in the moment. Given that, we may find that it's not temporary after all...
-- doug smith
