THE WAYS OF LOVE

I'm finally fed up with love poems.

Are there work poems?
I'm in love with my new job!

CYCLES

Is it that when one door shuts a window opens?
Or... do you have to close the door before you open the window?
Can't you simply just walk away from the room?

POEMS ARE ABOUT

Poets have written about many different topics.
About life, death, love and their personal antics.
They use sarcasm, imagery, alliteration
but there is no doubt they all part from inspiration
(and ninety percent perspiration).
They wrap feelings in haikais, sonnets, ballads
some ate oysters, some had saladas.
But it is a fact they don't have to write about distanced lovers
or relationships that refuse to be over.

I miss my Shadow.

ANIMALS

Animals are independent.
They are smart.
They mate to breed.
They don't need love to breathe.
They live.
They die.
They do what they have to do.
No wars, no need for power, no addictions, no therapy.
Just life until they can't anymore.
And they don't commit suicide.
They just die.
No depressions, no regrets, no what ifs.
Plain life.
Some even fly in the sky.
No heaven. No questioning.
Lots of achieving. No prizes, no awards, no rewards.
Not humiliations from offspring or mates.
They have clear their paths.
Even pets. Lazy cats. Crazy dogs.
Simple.
Don't know if happy or sad.
They live.
That's nice.

MELANCHOLIC HAPPINESS

A warm glow comes through the window,
Soft music oozes from the lap top,
Weather can not decide how to behave.
A brown, grounded aroma fills my nostrils,
Small sips of swirly smoke slide down my tongue.

I think of you,
I write of you.
The little pilot is rekindled.
I miss you,
I am glad you are back.