Willie Rambles

poem

  • Two

    Hold me close. Remind me what it feels like To heal in the church That is your embrace. Show me the way. Take me to the garden, Present and green, So that I may breathe again. Read more

  • A Crow

    Delicate flower, Your petals, your stem, It’s time to awaken, My slumbering friend. The morning is gentle, A comfortable blend, So let us be merry In daylight again. Read more

  • All That I Do

    All that I do, And all that I will do, Is a collected effort To join you In that quiet space Between your thoughts. Read more

  • Disconnect

    You took a chance; you made a plea. To have this dance, to set us free. My tender heart, its rapid pace. Your glowing eyes, angelic face. I’m sorry that I could not see What you had tried to offer me. For while my soul had longed embrace, My head was in another place. Read more

  • Here and There

    I don’t know how it happened And I don’t know what to do. I had drowned myself in sorrow For a lifetime or a few. Then I thought I’d found an answer When the heavens showed me who. As I watched my heart find solace While your loving care was new. I was happy in… Read more

  • The Water’s Fine

    I made this. To let you know. It was for me. And it still is. She dances in my head. And she won’t stop. And I won’t stop her. That’s for her, I think. I look, sometimes. What more will there be? Is she there? Or has this already happened? If you were to ask… Read more

  • With

    In fleeting moments of serenity, I gaze at shimmering crystals from a distance. It is always the same. Again, I find infinity. O, tantalizing beacon, I lay my soul down before you. Fare thee well, And leave me be in my familiar hollow. Let me bathe in proximity. Let me bask in proof. I am… Read more

  • Five Seven Five

    You spoke to the Jack. You asked about the Past. He responded: They were stepping stones. A cultivated wisdom. You’ve learned and you’ve grown. You spoke to the Queen. You asked about the Present. She responded: It is everything. An ongoing miracle. You’re always with it. You spoke to the King. You asked about the… Read more

  • Tell that Girl

    Recently, I came across a poem by a man named Charles Bukowski. It’s worded as follows: Friendly Advice to a Lot of Young Men Go to TibetRide a camel.Read the bible.Dye your shoes blue.Grow a beard.Circle the world in a paper canoe.Subscribe to The Saturday Evening Post.Chew on the left side of your mouth only.Marry a… Read more