Poetry2002

Poetry from 2002

Jealousy

The dresser is empty where clothes used to be

the plants are all gone from the sill

the house has no music; I sit here alone

as the hands of the clock both stand still

Your false accusations still cut like a knife

as faithful I always had stayed

so often belittled my conscience was clear

your love was never betrayed

I spoke back in anger each time I was hurt

with words that offended you so

now we are parted; I sent you away

with two broken hearts as you go

The words of two lovers console or destroy

with plans unaccomplished the cost

Their lives in the balance both teeter and sway

the past and the future are lost

Huh?

Did you hear what I just said or what you wished to hear

or did the sounds go into one and out the other ear?

Do you know the meaning of the words you heard me say?

Do you think you might respond... even yet today?

Writing

Writing is an art, they say... a talent few posess

My opinion differs; I must to you confess

Anyone who thinks can write and practice every day

then edit every word and thought by pen and ink they say

For practice makes one better in any given art

how long it takes to master one depends on when you start

Special Order

Could you write a story and add me to it too;

Draw my picture and my name standing next to you?

A romance without ending entwined with quiet laughter

an adventure and a journey with "happily ever after"

The Glance

I sat alone and watched the dance from the corner of my eye

But then I turned to look and see a sexy leg and thigh

She'd bent to wipe the table but slapped me then instead

Although I was quite innocent, I'd only turned my head

I guess I should apologize but sorry I am not

with no regrets for what I saw but sorry I was caught

Sugar Mama Ain't Puttin' Out No More Blues

I found a Sugar Mama but she don't put out no more

I been lovin' all her lovin' but it's her money I adore

Some fella took her money I shoulda met her just before

I found a Sugar Mama and she treats me oh so fine

I love her in the mornin', afternoon and evenin' time

but when I ask for money she won't put out a dime

I found a Sugar Mama who loves me 'til the day is long

but my pockets both are empty like a singer without a song

She gives me all her lovin' but I better just move along

Steve Hodgin Copyright 2002 All rights Reserved

Leaves Falling as Water

My heart is empty and I am poured out. My tears fall easily and the colors have faded from life as I have known it. I know we can not go back to life as it was, yet how I long for your touch and body beside me. I see the depth of your gaze as you meet mine and feel the ecstacy of our hearts united in our shared bed and am made to wonder truly what manner of fool I am. Yet my life must be composed of inner peace. Where will I find it? Only in sleep? My pond is a place of quiet rest and solitude now. The water falls rhythmically into the lower pool as the koi dart to and fro Alone is not so difficult... yet times, thoughts, secrets we might have shared are no sweet respite to the cold night air of autumn.

Depth of Beauty

her hair reflects a golden glow and eyes are warm and soft

and when I see that pure sweet smile my heart would float aloft

Imagining a moment when time eternal stays

paused with great excitement as I catch her gaze

but should I dare imagine a heart like this to hold

or is it only foolishness that I should be so bold

for those who search for beauty would give their souls or more

for someone special like this one so easy to adore

but beauty has a greater depth revealed within the soul

and in that special sacred place lovers are made whole

Pink Cotton Candy

softly spiraled on a cone

as silken lace on satin sheet

tintilates the mind and appetite

of those who dare to eat