Poetry

Corn flakes in my soup

The dog is eating up the cat food
Champaign spilled into my beer
 my laughter is ambiguous,
crying sad and happy tears

The carton of fresh milk is turning sour
cause the Republicans have been stomping out the flower power 
and my  turtle has just  jogged  into the bathroom
he's turning on the shower!

my coffee is filling up with  cracker jacks 
as my eyes are closing, while I take a little cat nap 
 Oh no, now what! This damn bowl of corn flake soup 
has just spilled in my lap   :(

Linda Smith © 2002

A Toast 
The glass I raise to my lips, in a toast to you
and all of  lifes ado s
The color is taupe
 i feel like such a dope
 this toast crumbled in mouth
I  had to spit it out ,
I am such a silly Ass
what should I have expected 
drinking browned bread from a glass?

Linda Smith © 3-28 2005

Clothes 

Clothes can be a costume
 made to wear outside or in the bedroom
they can enhance your appearance
they can hide imperfections
they can make you look sexy,
thus causing an erection
worn in inclement weather,
 they provide protection

You can look thinner or fat, 
wear em with or with out a hat
good taste, bad taste what does it matter
some man will look at u like lamb chop on a platter 

they can change you into a women, if male is your gender 
You can be the great pretender super sonic gender bender

The one thing you can't do,
and this my friend is tried and true
 is to go out  without any clothes on, unless you want to be pestered 
I am quite certain eventually you will  wind up being  arrested 

:D

 Linda L. Smith Jan,1 2002 


Blind justice

Blind to justice 
 the suits
in Cahoots
manipulating rules
litigation and causation
politically advantaged cheat
and that is when blind justice gets to peek... ; )

Linda smith © 1999


Opposites Attract

Why is it liars search for the  truthful
While homely desire the beautiful 
Frigidity looks for the passionate to embrace
The cad craves  for the innocent
The whore values the chaste

Its always the sinner, that desires the saint
wanting the perfect virtuosity that he ain't 

The flawed character  usually seeks perfection
The insecure seek the powerful for protection
The humbly born admire royalty
Its always the  treacherous that demand loyalty

The clumsy ones covet elegance
A lot of scientists and intellectuals of importance 
have been awed by persons of non intellectual relevance

The slovenly admire the fastidiously neat
 vegetarians invariably end up with a persons who
 enjoy consuming meat

The inhibited are attracted to the wild ones
Stick in the Muds marry those who just want to have  fun ;D

The tyrant searches out the meek
the laconic is attracted to the loquacious 
who constantly like to speak
and the bitter ones are attracted to the sweet


The mellow to the vivacious
the prude to the salacious 
The old ones covet budding youth
I say to you in confidence ,"opposites attract"

Now, Ain't it DA truth!

Linda Smith © 1999


 Three Olives

My love gave me a fur coat lining,
it was missing the pelts of  hair
he gave me a  bracelet with missing links
that I couldn't wear

My love gave a gold heart locket 
that just would not open
that was because the darn lock 
on that locket was totally broken

My love gave me three olives
 sitting in an empty martini glass
he forgot the add the liquor,
I guess it was too much to ask

What ever gift my love would send me
he would invariably forget some thing 
Last but not least
My love gave me a baby
without giving me a wedding ring 
©Linda Smith
Dec 1,2000





Addicted to a dream
 
Yesterday was light and airy, and i didn't even miss you
today the sky is gray and my eyes are raining, I am salty and drenched 
the notes are flat and the rhythm goes too slowly,
 my heart beat follows
barely beating 
where is the sun, where are you
loneliness surrounds my aching heart
your voice your eyes, you're everything
I am addicted to a dream
that is dying

Linda Smith  © 2002



 cradled  whispers

The voice of desire is almost silent
only its remnants echo through the wires
remnants of  the aching of longings 
and of ancient desires
they can not fade completely, they can not hide 
 without some trace escaping from deep inside 

the emotional quandary remains in place
avoiding disastrous dejection or losing face 
it tears at the mind, which struggles in vane
to cradle these whispers and not go insane

 glazing  trances of  emotion
 that lure and tease
trying to fill a void that can never be pleased 

we played with fire 
constantly scorched by the flame
burnt by desire
crying in vain 
always saying, the pain is too great lets end this today
 only to come back tomorrow again and again, 
this game of love unrequited  we continued to play

Linda Smith © Feb 2.2002