War Songs
/…bombs still falling, momma
For my ears, they cannot hear
Are there flashes from the guns at night
My sight I’ve lost…
By James Geehring
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Star’s Delight
/…all walk the same courses, in our lives from day to day
Familiar halls or driven roads or pathways made of clay
A melancholy comfort as we repeat our routine
Yet why are there so few who can see what it may…
By James Geehring
Read MoreOut Of Reach
/…exquisite form of torture
To desire what one can’t have
A burn that lasts forever
No response to cooling…
By James Geehring
Read MoreNightlight
/…old as I walk down the hallway
So old as I lie down to sleep
Yet so full is my mind’s memory storehouse
Of the tales of my youth that I…
By James Geehring
Read MoreIntrospection
/…term “unbridled passion” stirs a memory deep in mind
Of youthful thoughts and actions and ambitions which were blind
The charging into every day as if it were the last
No concept of how every hour would soon make up…
By James Geehring
Read MoreChildish Thoughts
/…looked down at my grandson, and a tear had filled his eye
He looked up and said “Papa, why is it things must die?”
His pleading eyes sought wisdom and I stammered just a bit
And tried to think, before I spoke, of proper words to…
By James Geehring
Read MoreThe Fire
/…the cooling air of the lingering dusk, the flames from the firepit clawed higher
The steps to the woodrack, heavy and slow, retrieving more fuel for the pyre
Each log, as it’s placed, sends bright sparks in the air, chasing tendrils of wispy grey streaks
Glowing coals painting pictures within the mind’s eye, crackling sounds of the fire as it…
By James Geehring
Read MoreWrong Turn
/…an accidental turn while I was out the other night
It seems that I had turned to left, when I should have turned to right.
My attention was distracted and I paid no heed to course
Then lack of bearings, realized, cast a sense of slight…
By James Geehring
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