If Love

If you are gone and I am left
or else the other way—
if one is, of a love, bereft
to face the break of day,

then one heart wakes to God’s own light,
the glorious unfurled,
and one, the bitter end of night,
a cold and lonely world.

Which one of us will live alone?
My love, what does it matter?
With one name etched in marble stone
the other’s heart will shatter.

~ © 2006 By: W.D. Neighbors ~

In a Nutshell

In anger did she shake her fists and shout;
the courage in her eyes a joy to see.
Some fiery barbs and words she tossed about,
but not a single one was aimed at me.

“I’m never backing down!” She screamed, defiant.
“I’ll burn in hell before I budge an inch!
Their passive little slave, I was compliant.
with rules designed implicitly to pinch

the breath from me and bring me to my knees.”

“How dare the fools” At last, I heard her mutter.
“How dare they take me lightly.  Honey, please
refill my glass and kindly pass the butter.”

Then, sweetly, did she smile and toss her hair.
I challenged her to wrestle then and there.

~ A good egg ~

It happened in the kitchen, out in back
I'm sure you've heard this tragic tale before.
His life was ordered, nestled in a rack
until a footman dropped him to the floor.

A piece of broken shell lay near a chair;
a remnant of a meal that might have been.
and scrambled hopes were scattered everywhere,
yet Humpty tried, in vain, to rise again.

And all the horses, all the ruler's men,
the servants of an apathetic king,
dispite the story that's been heard since then,
just stood around and didn't do a thing.

Hump's widow's not the only one who cried
A carton, yes an even dozen, died.

© Copyright 2002 W.D.Neighbors