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CURVES (rewritten)

CURVES

3/4/2011

Copyright 2011 Gordon Kuhn

 

 

Curves atop a bedding made

rumpled by love-making play

while a soft breeze moved curtains hanging there

and sunlight gently filtered with great care

dappled then the curves were made

yielding shadows from leaves did lay

softly dancing upon the curves that day

as did lay atop a rumpled bedding made

warm and moist by love-making play.

 

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CURVES

CURVES

3/4/2011

Copyright 2011 Gordon Kuhn

 

 

Curves atop a bedding made

rumpled by our  love-making play

a soft breeze moved curtains hanging there

as sunlight gently filtered with great care

dappled then the curves were made

yielding shadows from leaves did lay

softly dancing upon the curves that day

as did lay atop a rumpled bedding made

warm and moist by our love-making play.

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PASSING

Passing

2/23/11

Copyright 2011 Gordon Kuhn

 

I pass each day in wonder of the love I found

when soft summer winds came to visit on a winter day

and loosed my frozen heart from the mound

of ice had formed and believed would ever stay

but does now dance beneath a warming sun

upon the sandy altar shore beside where the frothy, tossing sea does run

and I walk with the one from whom love for me had sudden come

had sudden come on an icy day, on a quiet winters day.

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UNABLE, COLLAPSING

 

UNABLE, COLLAPSING

2/20/2011

Copyright 2011 Gordon Kuhn

 

I’m collapsing in pain

swept away with the shame

that I cannot capture and hold

the words and phrases so wondrous and bold

which assault, no, no in tenderness touch

yet unaware they are how deep the knife is plunged

with every line that slips past, every beat, every sound

that sweeps me up and tears me apart

leaves me in a crumbled heap

my pen is useless

I cannot keep up

how sad it is to see them fade

from the field from the glade

of flowered birth

oh, God, how I am swept away in pain

adrift, alone, tired, and in shame.

 

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WISHING

View from the Edge. Alderley Edge: the Pennine...

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WISHING

2/19/2011

 

 

Stillness comes my way today and is well put to stay

and how I wish it could

how I wish it would

how I wish that it should

but linger in its way

on its way.

 

But while I wish it would

how I wish it could

how I wish it should

in softness would linger throughout the day

linger while the clear blue of day ascends

while clouds pass by as cotton wisps of candy made

while the hand of an immortal is held, is made to stay

from encroaching, from directing the human play

for sadness cannot in this day pretend

when as truth it fails the post, fails to host

no rain drops from it shall fall my way

and yet, and yet

the stillness does not stay

does not linger on its way.

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JANET

JAN

MY WIFE, ME LOVE, MY BEST FRIEND

2/13/11
Copy Write 2011 Gordon Kuhn

T’was dark the morning of our meeting
as dark as many prior as I crawled from out my bed
dark as my heart was without awareness seeking
seeking a love so profound and gentle made
then your presence came
within the day
and my heart was stayed
stayed from its singular lonely search
for t’was luck for me that day when first we met
and I felt my heart bound forward
against well practiced fearful restraint
but you gently took my hand in yours
and I saw the world in brighter light
brighter than I had ever been blessed to see
and blossoms opened where dry stalks stood before
in parched and lifeless earth waiting
waiting to be blessed by a shower’s light kiss
a kiss which, in blessing, came that day,
and soft and gentle laid
and brought life to the waiting, stagnant clay
and all about the plants spoke of thee
and opened their blossoms to me in flower
a message from  the Gods that you,
on that astounding day, had unlikely chosen me
and the sun shone and shadow clouds melted from the sky
for I knew this love would not be fleeting
it would last until the day I would die
and no more would I be alone and seeking
for a gentle hand to place within my own
and so I wrote this simple poem
a simple poem to say my heart will never more roam
and dedicate it and my life to you
and thus, in humbleness,  lay the words before you on the thrown
I placed you on that day so wondrous spent,
as I stood in awe of my incredibly lovely one.

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THE GIRL WHO LIVED BEHIND

 

Copy Write © 2010 Gordon Kuhn

 

 

 

 

The quiet girl who lived behind

most surely, slowly lost her mind

for cursed she was in her mother’s womb

she now sleeps, lays lonely in her tomb.

 

Her spirit un-trapped from flesh and bone

by knife’s edge she worked to hone

and laid her down in water warm

her thoughts now resting from their desperate swarm.

 

The cut was quick, the blade was swift

and she began in slight pain to drift

and dreamt of days that might have been

were it not her curse from some unknown sin.

 

That left her born an unpleasant sight

though she wished with all her might

for one dance at her high school prom

for one date with a boy named Tom.

 

The dog she loved had been recent put away

and now she had not any need to stay

So alone she laid within her bath

and as the world slipped she gave a laugh.

 

At an empty thought, the joke of life

for which for her had been but strife

she came, years later, stood next to me

two men, not known, spoke that she was now free.

 

The shackles, bondage had slipped away

as life had drained she could not stay

but came years later wanting me to know

that she had simply had to go

 

And had wept that faultless night

her eyes burning in clouded sight

and stood before a bathroom mirror

and cursed her life, deaths’ choice the clearer.

 

The door had closed, I simply had to go

not knowing what to say, the tears did flow

an offer made by she for me to stay

but I had to leave to go my way.

 

Disturbed, I found her birthright curse

not grown enough myself to nurse

the lost and lonely bare laid feeling there

the hungry haunting sadly painful stare.

 

And I in shame did in wild confusion slink away

while she said welcome, come please stay

stay this night and warm my bed

or else a broken heart shall leave me dead.

 

A friend is all I need, nothing else

a friend is all I want, nothing else.

Years passed and she sudden came

not to cast any shame or blame.

 

Simply to say she’d passed and gone her way.

But, now her presence comes unexpected this day

not to haunt and not to play,

but, just to say, she could not stay.

 

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HOW CAME THIS FEELING

12/25/2010

Copy Write © 2010 Gordon Kuhn

How came this feeling of being——alone

set apart from others who seem to easily, openly share

round about me, as I inwardly feel the cool of stone

my timing is so awkward in attempts to find a way to share

and my voice comes to me as though in an emotionless drone

while others seem to shine and with each word spoken there

match the others in easy developed vocal tone

but I feel and fear it is not the same with me

nor ever was, or ever should, or could ever be

but, even still, the feeling lasts that in someway I am——alone.

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Evening comes and in so doing in growing darkness compresses time just a bit and so we in good company choose to sit and reminisce and think of blessings received and drift in thoughts of loved ones who are not so near.

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Her Name Was Saucy Miss Merry Fair12/20/2010

Copy Write 2010 Gordon Kuhn

Her name was Saucy Miss Merry Fair

and she rose up proudly from the sea and said she lived there

she told me she was from down Kensington Way

and thought this a new place she might could stay

I told her she needed to brush the sea weed from her hair

though it was very well placed from what I could see

but else others, not me of course, might rudely stare

and would not believe she actually belonged there

among we who common folk were said to be

and she advised she could drop the weed back in the sea

and it would change to children born so long by she

“A good place to plant my feet, though webbed they are you see.”

“Time to move on,” she said, “how about a warm cup of tea?”

I advised of a place down the lane where neighbors went

at odd times of day to sit, sip and eat a bit, and sometimes vent

their feelings of government and prices of this and that and gaze out on the

sea

That suited her, she said, and took my hand and led

and we sat and drank a cup of tea, a with a cookie each was fed

while neighbors gawked at this beauty who had come up to meet me from

the sea

and who chose to sit and dine and laugh alone with me.

Six years ago the lass and I were wed

and then her children came up from the sea

to live with us and share our bread

for in love, by love, and with love they and she

came forth from the dark ocean waters to live and stay

and she and they were from the chilly waters set firmly, finally free.

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