Kellys Poetry

Spring Stars

With you, the light it comes a laughing
a light and merry song
and the stars are bright and dancing
as they sing a song of promise
of a night both warm and long.

Without you, the light it comes a weeping
upon a morning cold and grey
The stars are cold and distant
as they sing a song of warning
of a long and weary day.

The heart desires as flowers bloom
The yearnings of spring love
Though we are together or not
We are all the stars talk about
In their lonely sky above.

Summer Blooms

Upon a time, the night was long
The sun had not yet come.
Dark and cold the world was
before the coming of the dawn.

Then into the world came the sun.
Where only cold was known,
A light carressed the ground,
In its embrace, warmth was found

In gentle love, the world rejoiced,
Basking in the radiance.
The flowers grew, grasses spread,
Across the fields, lifes wonder bloomed.

The world settled into comfort,
In the suns midday warmth.
As sunset approaches,
All memory of darkness gone

Now the sun has left, nighttime falls,
Life pauses, gazing out on
A world love enriched
Cooling as the night stretches on

Darkness upon a land grown cold
With memories of gold
Shivering all alone
Warmth once found is not forgotten

But, in the summer, nights are short
The sun still shines elsewhere
And when done is the night
Dawn awaits the mornings light

Fall Winds

I wander in the cold morning dawn
confused at where your love has gone.
Eventually, the day gives way to autumn nights
the stars are cold and distant sights

Our summer days have past,
Through bliss the season went so fast,
Shorter autumn days pass by slow.
as now, alone, the winds begin to blow

Through the winds bitter cold,
I think on days of old.
Of all our times and loveliness,
as winds howl out in loneliness.

Though wind steals the warmth from the soul
As it blows through with unknown goal
It cannot steal my thoughts of you,
And all the things that we've been through.

Winters Cold

Winters cold blankets the world,
No more the springs fresh air.
No more the autumns reds.
All is white, colorless and bare.

Cold winds, bitter with the snow,
are painful in their way,
then you learn to let them go,
and wander on in a winters day.

As I walk, the snows pile higher,
For every step fighting
Through the deepening snows,
and the quiet ground inviting.

Darkness above, white all around
close my eyes, let the pain recede
sleep and let the cold seep in
And this lifes contest concede

Electric Friend

Sight unseen, words unheard
A soul on the wire
Without ever having met
of you I'll never tire
A fantasy, perfection unmarred,
A disembodied voice, a joy.
Eclectic words, a sharing,
beauty, imaginary boy.

A rare and friendly spirit
found on the electric skies,
As yet unknown and unmet,
in unreality he lies.
A precocious intelligence
In this virtual vastness.
A creative utterance,
ringing in the wilderness.

To meet, invite imperfection?
to speed its undoing.
To dare mar the fantasy,
without the dream rue-ing?
a hope to replace it,
with that of a real male youth,
with honest faults and dreams,
and, finally, truth.

A Leaf on the Wind

The trees green love rescinded
the leaf, arid, dried, and wizened.
And too, weightless and carefree
no attachements and fancy free.

To rise or fall on fates whims
To ride with winds to lofty heights
or, and sadly, this is most often
To fall to the ground, forgotten.

The crowded mat below is not for me
but to soar off wistfully
Among the castle-laden clouds I play
until finally on lofty mountaintops I lay

Waiting

Waiting for meaning to fill
The yawning gaps in my life.
Those stretching lengths of quiet
that tear at the soul.

Waiting to love
Waiting to greet
Waiting to laugh
Waiting to meet

Waiting for that phone to ring.
Waiting for your voice to sing.
Waiting for the postman to bring
your letter, full of joy.

Waiting to type
Waiting to file
Waiting to work
Waiting to smile

Waiting for that job offer
to grant accomplishment
Work and pride fill in
the long lonely days

Waiting to blink
Waiting to sigh
Waiting to gasp
Waiting to cry

Waiting for that anvil drop
to bring it come crashing down
Waiting for the end to come
Of all that once held dear.

Waiting to speak
Waiting to fly
Waiting to leave
Waiting to die

Awaiting the last breath,
Long anticipated, dreaded, feared
and sometimes wished for.
Waiting finally, to sleep.

The Paladin

Upon a hill, a new antiquity,
A noble soul, quite mournfully apart.
In this world unconcern'd with honesty,
The innocent paladin, a trusting heart.
The soul enquires, on being separate,
What point hath honor, moral fortitude
If renders true faith standing isolate?
Must honor always lay with solitude?

In the valley, seething humanity,
Chaotic legions scream out futilely.
A mass of moral ambiguity
Resentful anger, vivid treachery
Crying out at their own selfish folly
But in others pain, laughing jolly.

In Shining mail, alit with inner glow.
Upon his back his gleaming plates divide.
He looks, mouth sneering, on the mass below.
His armored back corrupted by pride.
From seething humanity, one departs
As a moth to the glowing lamp he's drawn.
In life's play, he appears to play his parts,
Seeking a better life, and golden brawn.

Where was one, the hill now is coupled ground
One top, one below, gazing reverent
The happy knight his life companion found
A smile, a passionate hug, and silent
Joyful loving eyes beneath hair most fair
And in his joy, his armor breach lays bare.

The newcomer does not drop his past state.
Seeking that mirror of his own souls gift,
The knight has seen a beguiling phantom trait.
Newcome stabs loves blade deep within the rift.
From the knight upon the hill begins a creek
His hearts blood bleeding on the red stone soil
A salty teardrop rolling down his cheek.
A sad and wiser victim of snakes coil

He thinks perhaps of a meaningless fling
And to another this mad pain impose
To help fight off bitter betrayals sting
But he cannot give that sharp thorny rose
For though he endure agonizing pain
Unto his honor true he must remain.

New Love

Happy dances and fearful frenzy
Sweet ecstasy and pains
New loves blissful agony
Singing again romantic refrains.

That longed for touch,
That contact of being,
A completion of much,
Our private self freeing.

But too, that unease,
An uncertain sharing,
A doubted reality,
Is it paired, this caring?

Too few these hours together,
Lying fulfillment, brief respite
A bright wide open smile
Filling the soul with delight

Hours apart, the long waiting
Call him or let him be?
Agonizing and questioning
Will he then come to me?

Hoped for and unexpected
This overwhelming feeling
Awakening life's dreams
In its pains and joys reeling.

Through Pain I Live

Through pain I live and laugh and love and cry,
I go to work, and live my life and try
But through the hours I long to sleep and why?
For in my dreams its in your arms I lie.

Through pain I live, and long for hope, yet seems
For all my love, all I have in life are dreams
I like to think I live in hope of "someday"
Yet in truth I but know no other way.

Through pain I live and wait for someday come
As I sit and drink my drinks of rum
Til then I sit and watch that rolling bay
I smile and wistful dream for that someday.

Upon A Dream

Upon a dream, our tale unfolds
A sweet prince, like nobility of old
about whom ancient tales are told.
Gorgeous, honorable and bold.

And too there is our humble knight,
Who hath this sad and wondrous plight
Since first the prince entered his sight
Tis he who brings the knight delight.

Far away in his fair home
Through his halls he does roam
Our sweet prince 'neath hair of gold
Unattainable, distant and cold.

How can our hero whose heart has flown
Join our prince in his castle own?
For though he beat on that hard stone
His voice unheard by the prince alone.

But it seems its not to be.
That with these two there is no "we".
The prince blithely with his guests talked
And the knight outside, sadly, walked.

Poems by Kelly Nabours