Archive for September, 2009
Gone that way, and a few other poems by Ryan Anthony Gibson
Gone that way
Tempt me not to begin my affections,
Not just another Jack or John,
For I can see your every perfection,
Or imperfections, and make them gone,
Gone the way of things that have little weight,
Like plastic love and sand based hate,
The stuff that fills the cracks of life,
But doesn’t make the flesh of a wife.
Ryan Anthony Gibson
No name Poem
I’ve seen the dreams of many people,
Warriors, poets, all in one,
I’ve seen the cattle storm the steeple,
Or tanning in an African sun.
My dream to find and make simple,
All that is love, all I want,
Ever since my first kiss and pimple,
Seductive look or beauteous taunt,
Ever I asked, it was for love,
That’s all that matters up above.
By Ryan Anthony Gibson
Like a Chupa Cabra
For my Mexican love I felt the most pain,
Something I could never find myself doing again,
I weighed the heavy burden of my soul,
On her entirely with my whole,
And manifested our separation in my mind,
A la cadabra,
Leaving nothing but a taste and mystery to find,
Like a chupa cabra.
By Ryan Anthony Gibson
Quicksilver and Gold
Patched together the facts like making a quilt,
Family, history, love, secrets, guilt,
Now just papers that make up the contents of a box,
And in my heart it forms the locks,
But for every lock there is a key,
And this is what you mean to me,
So hope not for genesis or Pandora,
Rather a loving hue added to our aura,
Visible or invisible it all to me is matter,
With love, it all makes me mad as a hatter,
And so the thoughts of you inside or out I hold,
Like quick silver over Rocky Mountain gold.
Ryan Anthony Gibson
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Who is Ryan Anthony Gibson to you? By Ryan Anthony Gibson
Can you feel the softness of my words and my heart speaking too?
Have you no compassion or understanding that nothing is real,
No fact that you can derive could ever describe my meaning to you,
A soul so willing to love you beyond the surface or thoughts you wheel,
I bow down to your efforts to convince yourself not,
To hold up your silver pistol of authority and take a shot,
But I am not a petty cowboy or you a kangaroo,
Where some hold court with your fears in hand and not the true,
At least I know you will hear me out and feel the words I share,
Although one may make an example, I will make you care.
Off or On the Shelf – By Ryan Anthony Gibson
What do we say, if we don’t look both ways,
All we have is not much but ourselves,
On occasion we have each other, like shelves,
To store matter on until we take it away,
A book I wrote with you, the ending does change
Stretching love and the future out of range
The sound of the cars underway,
off the bridge between the city and the highway
Head out and see where it goes I suppose,
Within the City the bustle and the blows,
I need to wrap myself up and wipe my bloody nose,
Break myself off from the murder of crows,
And decide whether I take my book with me,
Or leave it on the shelf to write in someday solemnly,
Life charges you like airlines for extra weight,
The baggage I have to ask do I need the freight,
Or do I just leave it behind, can I,
Or should I carry our book around and why,
Give me a good reason, give me one,
Or is this book done and can never be undone.
