Word of the Day Challenge #72-Untitled Poem

Cup my cheek
tender hand
caress the curve of my lip
stare
deep into my eyes
capturing me
mesmerizing me
causing me to feel
emotions I have thought dead.
Break through the barrier
the one I have erected
after so much torment and fear.
Never had much thought
for what a man could do
other then hurt me
as my history does prove.
Tears
enough have been cried
to fill
rivers
lakes
oceans
to cover the arid lands
you wipe away
with gentle words.
Touch me close
hold me near
my heart
my soul
yours to keep
or ransom back to me
with pain and heartache.

©Nov. 14/19
Picture via PInterest

Fool’s Paradise

Men with the most
have the least.
Men with the least
have the most.
Contradictory terms
I agree
yet allow me to teach
you will see
what it is I mean
how happiness is so near
if only we stop
really stop
disconnect
enjoy all life.
In a time strife with war
mental health issues
racism revival
divisive tactics by world leaders
all intended to drive the common man apart.
Further apart
devils can dance without due
no one will notice
as they all yell
wanting their voice heard
in this time of panic.
Delighted chuckles
roasting pigeons over a burning court
embers glowing
consuming life
redesigning the world under one.
Have you ever noticed
that the ones who want to help
really help
speak with words
whispered upon the wind
scattered to be heard by all.
Do you hear that?
Sparkling chimes.
Please hear.
And if you have
had you also noticed
those who would destroy
who play deadly games
scream
shout
beating their chests like Kong the Ape.
Do you hear that?
Screaming missiles.
Please I beg
unplug your ears.
You came…..
clawed your way across crystal dale
battered through wicked gale
survived all that came you way
to ask advice of me.
We have become lost.
We equate happiness with money
with how many things we have
with how much it cost.
Our children are no longer children
becoming victims
aggressors
so young
where has the innocence gone?
Spearing sadness
tears gather
falling hard.
Shaking my head
lips pursed
to keep from shouting out.
There is no easy answer.
There is nothing I can say.
My only advice…..
be the gentle touch
lead by example
with marked kindness.
Maybe others will follow.
Most won’t.
But in this way 
there is still a small hope. 
©Sept. 7/19
Picture one of mine from
2019 Matlock Beach