Category Archives: Poetry

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Couches I Have Known

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all the Couches I have known
The stories they could tell
Of lives lost and lives redeemed
and some condemned to Hell
the many friends, the hidden fears
loves made and loves decried
those Couches they have held it all
Birth, Joy, and when Men died

looking back, I seek the Truth
now old enough to care
does God exist, I ask the Couch
is something really there?
the Couch says naught, the silence speaks
I ask, is love how I should live?
Not a sound, the Couch did share
Only memories would it give.

 

tio stib, 2015

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Control Freaking

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I live a funny fantasy
that I control how life will be
if only I pay constant mind
to details of my daily grind

I keep a list
of things to do
and push myself
to follow through
for if one thing
does not get done
I can’t pretend
I’m having fun

I do all this
to sideline stress
it seldom works
I must confess
and people?
they’re such a mess

for often, every day it seems
I find others don’t support my dreams
they ask that I give up my list
I fume
I pout,
I’m really pissed

so I sit and ponder here
do I give up this list so dear
what is it I really fear

if I stop controlling life
will this result in constant strife
if I slow to let love in
will pain clutch my heart again

the truth, of course
is sadly clear
this game that I hold so dear
simply masks
what I most fear
that love will hurt
if it gets near

tio stib, 2015

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Beauty Triumphs

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words echo
off lofty walls
as verse sings
in soul’s great hall

then kings bow
to poet’s call
and beauty triumphs
over all

 

tio stib, 2015

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The Crossing

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I plunged bare feet into the stream
shocking cold
a primal scream

ice water rushes round my thighs
shaking teeth
teary eyes

slippery stones
Ouch!
soaked arm and seat
distant shore
twelve steps to greet

gritting on, a drunken dance
nearly falling
whoa!
a wobbly stance

so close now, I yell and rant
I want to run but simply can’t
one last lunge
Oops!

a wet face plant

tio stib, 2015

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Ridge Runner

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I broke onto a flat plateau
into a world I chanced to know
after hours of hillside sweat
I stopped to breathe a land yet met

beyond in vast infinity
blue mountains rolled in majesty
and from the ridge on which I perched
a path led on
a primal urge

Surrounded in a flower sea
the buzz of life enveloped me
bright colors fed my starving eyes
a soul connect with ancient ties

floating on forever feet
lungs filled deep with earthly sweets
body lost and spirit led
I followed on to find my bed

this a world I’d only dreamed
so many years
so many schemes
until at last a mountain climbed
brought me home
to Nature’s mind

tio stib, 2015

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The Comfort of Complacency

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is it worth it
to have fleeting comfort
while the self
slips away
in the shadow
of complacency

is it worth it
to pretend life is good
as the price for love
to force a smile
when the heart
is screaming

can I truly exist
with the constant
drumming of defeat
deafening my spirit
killing the will
to be

what will it take
for my soul
to stand
demand
the right to live
the truth

tonight
as I stare
into oblivion
these thoughts
keep me
sleepless

tio stib, 2015

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Control Freaking

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I live a funny fantasy
that I control how life will be
if only I pay constant mind
to details of my daily grind

I keep a list
of things to do
and push myself
to follow through
for if one thing
does not get done
I can’t pretend
I’m having fun

I do all this
to sideline stress
it seldom works
I must confess
and people?
they’re such a mess

for often, every day it seems
I find others don’t support my dreams
they ask that I give up my list
I fume
I pout,
I’m really pissed

so I sit and ponder here
do I give up this list so dear
what is it I really fear

if I stop controlling life
will this result in constant strife
if I slow to let love in
will pain clutch my heart again

the truth, of course
is sadly clear
this game that I hold so dear
simply masks
what I most fear
that love will hurt
if it gets near

tio stib, 2015

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Hanging with Happiness

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I used to hang with Happiness
he brought me many smiles
but then one day he disappeared
and left me lonely miles

I used to play with all his friends
Laughter, Joy, Surprise,
no end
but when he left that fateful day
I found they all had gone away

I used to hang with Happiness
he always sparked my mind
but then one day he disappeared
the day that I went blind

he took the world that I could see
including my identity
and left a void inside of me
a life I can no longer be

I miss those days of running free
of feeling wild immensity
now I linger long in bed
lost in wonders in my head

this the only place I see
the only world where I am free
the dreams deep inside of me
and sleep the door that sets me free

I wonder as the day dawns black
if he might someday come back
and with this hope I make my way
a chance that I might hear him say…

listen
I’ve brought my friends to play

tio stib, 2015

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She Thinks Purex is Perfume

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A Tribute to Domestic Stew

My wife thinks Purex is perfume
she daily douses every room
and drowns each floor
with bleach galore
a stench that soon
provokes a swoon
and drives me out
to shout the moon

tio stib, 2015

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Running Forward, Looking Back

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for years I ran
and life stood still
my face an ageless mask
time flowed by
in silent haste
past truth
I dared not task

there was a change
I’d felt it creep
as childhood
disappeared
but then
somehow
I’ve never crossed
the line
I’ve greatly feared

for somewhere lost
deep in my soul
a thought that leaves me
cold
that one day I will awake
to find myself
grown old

I think if I run fast enough
my fate cannot be caught
but there is a whisper
in the mirror

denial is for naught

tio stib, 2015

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