Saturday, November 9, 2024

Implicit

 


Implicit 


You don't have to Be them 
To offer me 
As fruit 
To the gods 
I mean god lovers 
So they can shape 
I mean distort 
My choices 

You don't have to 
Be them 
To be the thief 
Of my existence 
You only have to 
Apologize 
With inaction and indifference 
To be a blurred mirror 
Of my now and future 
Torment 
 
You don't have to 
Be them 
But you are 
Them 
When you shrug 
And say things 
Will get better 
Eventually

Tuesday, September 12, 2023

What's Going On




What's Going On 


Worn muscles and slow fingers

How has time passed so fast

All in an instant it seems

To think it was only yesterday I sat

Scribbling words in bulk 


Gone are the spare moments and spare words

Only to be replaced with too much life

I crave the creativity I once had

Not to lessen the life I live in now

Give me a little of both worlds I beg


Our paths to and from the pen

Never really vanish, they are always in the shadows waiting



This is in response to the blog prompt found here at What's Going On. It has been a long while since I have taken the time to write. I always look at it longingly but life is just so darn busy. Perhaps this is a way to ease back into without neglecting the rest. The first letter of each line spells out What's going on. I forget what they call those kind of poems but it was fun to pay with.



Tuesday, October 8, 2019

Thursday Mornings



Thursday Mornings

She watches
Through barely open eyes
As I begin my day
She whispers softly
How she loves my routine
And I shake my head
Knowing it is not hers
And it’s really my OCD
That entertains her

Soon she is lost again
Between day break
And her cute little snores
While I make her
My unexperienced coffee
I don’t drink the stuff
Never have
But still she accepts my instant tar water offering
Secretly hoping
The creamer
Can make her caffeine wake up tolerable

But first
Before she can sip
Flashing me her beautiful
Good morning smile
I must set her off in annoyance
It is me
It is what I do
She knows it’s coming
Yet forgets every time

I ready the pillow
From a distance
And toss
Who needs an alarm clock
When you have her vocal displeasure
That I eventually soothe with my
Good morning kiss

Thursday, October 25, 2018

Just Before Today Begins


Just Before Today Begins

Listening to her heartbeat
As she lays naked pressed against me
I am content

Our legs and bodies are intertwined perfectly
Like the last piece
Of a puzzle
Placed just right

Her chest rises and falls against me
We are safe
Wrapped in a warm cocoon of soft blankets
And fluffy pillows

I chuckle when she snores quietly
Just barely audible
Relaxing into me
Naked
Vulnerable
She finds peace in my arms
And I too eventually find sleep 
With a smile upon my lips

Robert Lloyd


Friday, September 21, 2018

Miles


"Miles"


I wander the streets
Old and weary
With tired and worn out feet
I follow the cracked and dusty paths of many mistakes
And where once traveled machines of lust and bravado
Now only calloused and hardened footfalls tread

The smiles of my youth dared to speed along the highways of life
Unflinching in the eyes of danger
Uncaring of what scars I stacked upon my soul
Or what wounds I slashed into other’s hearts
I was the beast of speed and desire
An engine purring contented with whatever I did

And now with miles between me and that new car smell
I realize I should have paid better care
To the vessel I drive
My body is not as withered as my mind
One that envisioned me as invincible and forever

With duct tape and a small hammer
I struggle to find my way
All the while banging on my motor
Trying to find the road that leads me to peace
A junkyard where I can ease into hibernation
While hiding from all wrong turns I have made

Robert Lloyd


Thursday, June 14, 2018

Little Cracks


“Little Cracks”

It only takes a memory
To lose your breath

One single slip of your guard
And the pain you try so hard to forget
Trickles in

It whispers about what used to be
It screams your faults
It shows you what you will no longer have
And then it slowly recedes
Possibly comforted by its damage

Forever now seems to be just a word I did not know the meaning of
Or it is just a lot shorter than I ever knew it would be

I can’t run from myself
There is nowhere to hide
So I fill the world with anything but my own past
Dreading the pauses where she slips in

The walls I build grow higher
And eventually
Her touch
Her voice
Her smile
None of it will reach the summit of my divide
The one that separates our yesterdays from my tomorrows

So for now I brace myself
Preparing for that quiet
For that ache
For anything that sneaks past the sentinel meant to defend my heart

Robert Lloyd

Friday, May 25, 2018

I Submit



I Submit

She has an angels grin
With the devil in her eyes
She captivates me
Drawing me deeper and deeper
Into the world of love

I whisper to her
Assuring her of our tomorrow’s
Look how far we have come
Just Imagine where we will go

She brings to life my wildest dreams
She owns my body
My heart
My soul
I am her forever
To do with as she desires


Robert Lloyd
25 May 2018