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ALL NIGHT LONG

Posted: August 5, 2014 in Poetry
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ALL NIGHT LONG

All night long,
I’ve been wishing on this fading star.
But my thoughts won’t go that far,
and your health, like the star, is fading.

It was the first star to come out last night,
bright against the fast darkening sky.
But now, I can barely see —
it’s gone from me.

All night long,
I’ve been worried that your strength is gone,
you’ve been fighting this for far too long.
Your health, like this star, stopped shining.

I should go back inside our room,
but I’m too afraid I’ll catch the gloom,
it’s too hard to be at ease
with this disease.

All night long,
I’ve been sitting here while you’re in bed,
wishing you were sleeping, knowing instead
that you lie awake, body hurting.

I can see no other woman as my wife
to you I pledge my all, I’d gladly give my life
If it’d mean a cure for you
That’s what I’d do.

All night long,
I’ve been putting my words to song,
singing for my love, but something’s wrong,
your health, like this song, stopped rhyming.

      By David Allen

 

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David Allen
803 Avalon Lane
Chesterfield, IN 46017

 

 

 

 

MIRROR IMAGE

Posted: July 4, 2014 in Poetry
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Me and my Muse, Okinawa 2000

MIRROR IMAGE

He looked into the mirror
and wondered where
the smile had gone.
It was there once,
long ago, on another
face, in another
place. The one he
loved then called it
his “crooked-assed” grin
and there are pictures,
scattered memories,
of sailors hoisting
beers, buddy shots
on liberty and, later,
posing with loves and
dancing at love-ins and,
much later, family
shots before the
break-ups and
the scatterings;
long-ago joy shown
by a wide, toothy grin.
Decades passed —
laugh lines hidden
by a beard and lips
that learned to hide
broken teeth.

Staring at his mirror
image, he attempted what
he imagined to be a smile
and the mirror reflected
a scrunched up face,
closed lips curled
slightly upwards,
puffy cheeks,
just as the now love
wandered by.
“What are you doing?”
she asked.
“Trying to find my smile,”
he said, turning toward her.
“I seem to have lost it.”
“Don’t be silly,” she said,
kissing his cheek.
“You are a smile.”
 

By David Allen

Like my poetry? Then buy my book, “The Story So Far,” published by Writers Ink Press, Long Island, N.Y. You can find it on Amazon.com (http://www.amazon.com/Story-So-Far-David-Allen/dp/0925062480/ref=sr_1_13?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1397184666&sr=1-13&keywords=the+story+so+far) in paperback and Kindle formats, or by sending me $10 at:

David Allen
803 Avalon Lane
Chesterfield, IN 46017

 

AS MY LOVE LAY DECLINING

Posted: June 3, 2014 in Poetry
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AS MY LOVE LAY DECLINING

As my love is tied
against the ropes,
the disease delivering
jarring jabs,
but no knockout blows,
I watch outside the ring
observing the slow
destruction of the body
for which I ache.
I want to embrace her,
but she is in the ring
with disease.
The referee, Death,
ignores the headbutting
and blows beneath the belt.
I want to jump into the ring,
to stand in for her,
take it on the chin.
But the best I can do
is wait in her corner
with a bucket of fear
for her to spit in
and a towel of love
to wipe away
the sweat
and tears
and blood.

By David Allen

Like my poetry? Then buy my book, “The Story So Far,” published by Writers Ink Press, Long Island, N.Y. You can find it on Amazon.com (http://www.amazon.com/Story-So-Far-David-Allen/dp/0925062480/ref=sr_1_13?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1397184666&sr=1-13&keywords=the+story+so+far) in paperback and Kindle formats, or by sending$10 to:

David Allen
803 Avalon Lane
Chesterfield, IN 46017

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