The Goodness to You, In You – To Cala Anne Gibson from Ryan Anthony Gibson September 9th 2010
Another year has passed, Another length of grass, From which field you grow honestly and green, In excellence, I watch not a baby or seed, Passed single integers to double integers, A young woman full of vitality and life, My little woman. Once who followed my lead, Now cares to lead herself, Who once relied [...]
Poems By Ryan Gibson in April 2010
Poem 1 Your aura was the first I saw Full of flowers, especially the rose Even in the night pedals bloom in awe To move my hand in the air, open and close As to attempt to feel the presence The majestic and unordinary essence Of pure unhindered sunshine A star in the eye of [...]
Fallen In Love By Ryan Anthony Gibson
Fallen In Love By Ryan Anthony Gibson Why do we say to “fall in love” It sounds as if I have landed on my head Trailing headlong off a cliff Not raising love or flying high above, But a treble of words that imply Like a dream or nightmare You are hurling towards the matter [...]
Heart Broken By Ryan Anthony Gibson
heart broken, passed a word as no words passing but endless one way thoughts. No matter my hardships, no more as difficult as the emptiness left by the void of love when one could focus on a greater love. A pilgram who did not interpret the dream correctly, so I walk with the desire to try [...]
Blowing Kisses By Ryan Anthony Gibson
Blowing Kisses Passion of your lips on mine parched, Opening an old wound and healing All at the same time. Memories of errors, nights, rough, Dry lips, fists, elbows and feet, Or the feeling there of when the past Whips by my cerebral cortex, Connected to the sensation, But now all I can think of [...]
And all is a metaphor By Ryan Anthony Gibson
And all is a metaphor And all is a metaphor For loneliness and the longing of being touched Or to touch, a bit or a lot, Back and forth, rubbing against, Brushed or patted, scratched, bitten, Licked even, to quench a hunger, Salt of the earth, loves worth and weight, Pressure and release, Embrace, softly [...]
As Powerful As Her Touch By Ryan Anthony Gibson
As Powerful As Her Touch The agent was sprayed on the torso, on my chest, A palm and hand print was clearly lifted, The invisible presence of what was once recovered, The hand was evident by the very lines finely etched, Preserved the imprint of life that was in places Some missing and blind where [...]
In Touch We Trust By Ryan Anthony Gibson
In Touch We Trust My hand was not permitted entry for months In the milky presence of her skin, no life or anything, Not a single graze of the flesh to salvage in thought. Station without a train or rail, no chance of going, Isolated by the very arm it is attached to, chain Voluntarily [...]
My Childhood Love By Ryan Anthony Gibson
My Childhood Love My childhood was often sitting on the corner, Watching life go by on occasion sopping up, A cup of cool-aid and or flat soda water, That drains from my teary eyes, Because I thought she liked me, But she will not do it, she will not love me, We both got in [...]
Whiskey Islay Mist 12 yr old, I enjoyed enough to write a Haiku
I quite enjoyed the Islay Mist 12 yr old Whiskey, so much that I decided to write a Haiku: Peaty Islay Malt Finishing sea return Clinging to my mouth By Ryan Anthony Gibson
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