Illuminated Evening

Some illuminated evening

when the lights are all aglow

we will sit and sip the fragrance

of each other’s company

and these,

the warm lit faces,

that we know.

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Broken Angel

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Broken Angel

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Broken angel
sitting on the steps
out on your own
You’ve lost
A friend,
And love;
I know,
It’s so hard to be alone

Broken angel
I’ve been there
Once before.
I remember.
It seems it was so
Many years ago

Your arms
Are bruised
Your wings are torn
You heart is shattered
Broken angel
Are you able to perform
The miracles
by night again?

Broken angel
I know it’s just
Not right,
But that’s just how
It seems to go,
you have to fight,
The deepest darkest
battles all alone at night
broken angel.

Broken angel
You’re the only angel
that I know.
There were others
Once but they all
gave up and had to go.
They all just
turned around
and flew away.

They’ve gone
for good now
broken angel
and so I ask
If I can stay,
And spend this night
On simple steps
with you aglow
so we
can fight
this darkness
that we know
together
till the early morning
light of day.

You and I both together,
won’t be long,
Till the coming
Of the early morning dawn
my broken broken angel.

The German Couple Next to Us

 

The German Couple Next to Us

A couple

was speaking German

at the table next to us.

She was a fine lady

in her fifties

with short cropped hair,

clear blue eyes and,

quite young

in her movement

and demeanor.

He sat across from

her at the table,

a tall graying gentleman,

with wrinkles

in his face ,

engraved

likely

by many frequent smiles

over the years.

And at one

quite unexpected

instant

in raw and unashamed emotion ,

she laid her hand

on him and caressed

all the deep lines

on his face ,

with a type

of tenderness

and warmth,

rarely ever seen,

with no equal in it’s honesty.

He returned

the gesture to her

lovingly

like a mirror

by looking deeply

into her eyes.

And in the end

it was plain

that there is                                                                                            

no brand or nationality

to humanity.

We are all part and parcel of

the human race ,

and all

the same.

We’re the subject

of a kind and gentle grace ,

with a yearning for

gentle

embrace

and for each others

enduring

mirrored love.

From “Dreams for A Saturday Morning ” by PWChaltas

Sitting Home Alone .

Sitting Home Alone .

I should make

efforts to make

this poem known

Instead of sitting

home alone .

Not that it’s

some standard

of established good

or bad ,

It’s just so very sad

that

It sits here on it’s own

waiting

to be received,

reflected on,

perceived,

perhaps

to mirror someone else’s

thoughts,

life condition,

woes,

or

Someone else’s throws

of passion or regrets .

This poem needs

company,

and a reference point ,

just like everybody else.

From “The Black and other Base elements ” by PWChaltas

Let’s Walk Together

 Let’s Walk Together

 

 

Let’s walk together

 

you and I

 

so we can find

 

a road

 

that gives peace

 

to both our souls.

 

Just yesterday

 

I spoke of you,

 

Love

 

and my heart requested

 

that we walk together

 

on that white

 

and ancient  road ,

 

that will surely

 

calm and ease us.

 

Come now if you can

 

Love,

 

So we can walk together

 

always

 

on a road that has no forks

 

or  parting of the ways,

 

where we can talk

 

and walk together always.

 

Let’s walk together

 

Love

 

so that we inherit wings

 

both you and I ,

 

to fly

 

with all our steps

 

and prayers

 

up

 

into heaven.

 From “Free Verse in Useless Times” by PWChaltas