Poetry
by bomac
Aftermath
©1998
My
breathing slow and shallow
My
thoughts dormant & fallow
But
then the breath picks up a bit
And
my heart begins a racy ascent
And
next I know its "here we go"
Contractions
rhythmic nice and slow
Begin
an uneven almost painful flow
My
insides hot and searing
My
pulse will know
My
minds not caring
And
once again we reach
The
pinnacle sublime
We
have lost track
of
place and time
And
the swelling tide
A
life-giving force
Has
slowly resided
And
left only remorse
Chasing
My Darkness
Darkness
advances
my
tears continue to flow
and
my world keeps on spinning
spinning
out of control
But
your there for me
as
protector
and
savior of my soul
Cause
your chasing my darkness
and
bringing me light
to
illuminate the black madness
and
force me to fight
the
corners of my mind
where
chaos reigns tight
Slowly
banishing the heartache
and
wiping all tears
For
with you at my side
all
these many years
theres
no reason to succumb
to
desperation and fear
Cause
your chasing my darkness
and
bringing me light
To
brighten my thoughts
and
send evil aflight
And
to love and be loved by you
is
to know deep in my soul
That
again we're together
two
seperate hearts become whole
So
as the deep night advances
and
shadows approach
My
prayer is
You'll
continue chasing my darkness
and
giving me hope.
Solitude
O
blissful silence of the night
Broken
only by the sound
of
an owls wing in flight
Comfort
me
that
I might slip into the abyss
Away
from the reincarnation
of
loves evil mist
And
never more be hurt
That
silence that lovely lady
Should
cloak me in her soft furs
And
the light and the dark
Shall
again be one
That
the weary spirit
Should
give up the fight
And
not go on
And
that blissful solitude
Will
welcome me home
A
Visit from Xena
Twas
the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not
a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
Leathers
were hung by the chimney ,Swords polished with care
In
hopes that a legend soon would be there
The
children were snoring and wetting there beds
While
visions of warlords frightened their heads
And
mama in her leather miniskirt and I in my leather chaps
Had
just settled our butts in the chairs for a quick nap
When
out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I
sprang from the chair to see what was the matter.
Away
to the window I flew like a flash,
Pulled
up the blinds and threw up the sash
The
light of the moon on the dirt path below
Gave
luster and sheen and an unearthly glow
To
a sight for sore eyes which should suddenly appear
A
wagon pulled by 8 horses, not silly reindeer.
With
a cute little bard, so lively and quick
I
knew in a moment it must be Xena’s sidekick.
More
rapid than an eagle Xena she came
And
she whistled, and shouted, and called her horses by name,
"Now,
Argo! now Argo! now Argo and Argo!
On
Argo! On Argo! On Argo and Argo!
To
the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Now
dash away! Dash away! And please dont you fall!
As
dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When
they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So
up to the house-top the horses they flew
With
the wagon full of weapons and Gabrielle too.
And
then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The
prancing and pawing of every horse hoof. As I drew
in
my head, and was turning around,
Down
the chimney the bard she came with a bound.
She
was dressed in a green sports bra, with little else from head to foot.
And
her skin was all dirty and covered with ashes and soot.
A
bundle of weapons she had flung on her back
And
she looked like an amazon queen with a city to sack.
Her
eyes how they twinkled, with her hair full of smut
But
her cheeks were as smooth as a newborn’s butt!
And
her cute little abs were as tight as could be
And
her bellybutton did sparkle and I swear winked at me!
The
end of a staff she held tight in her hand
And
the ashes and dust encircled her head like a garland
And
she had a mischievious face and nice flat belly
That
remained taught when she laughed and did not shake like jelly
She
was not chubby and plump but she did look a bit like an elf
And
I gasped when I saw her in spite of myself
A
wink of her eye and a coy twist of her head,
Soon
gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
She
spoke not a word, but went straight to her work,
And
filled all the leathers with trinkets, then turned with a jerk,
And
laying a finger aside her cute button nose
And
giving a nod, suddenly from the chimney a dust cloud arose
There
stood the warrior with raven black hair
Looking
most unpleasant to her sidekick dear
Seems
she sprang to her horses and gave the team a whistle
And
away they all flew like a launched ballistic missile
So
here she exclaims since they left her behind and flew out of sight
"Well
Gab it looks like we’re stuck here for the night"
