Since I do not title my poems I suppose I should number them, so on this page you will find Poems with numbers for your reading enjoyment. I do not write with others in mind but I hope that one of the following will touch you in one way or another.

Poem #1

I bear my sarcasm as a shield

Bold and dramatic for all to beware

My sharpness of tongue the sword I wield

Honed to perfection slicing all who dare

Armed and shielded in this manner I wade

Grasping in desperation to the pain within

Feinting and ducking the blows we trade

That befall the shield again and again

In the midst of the battle--a voice spoke

With the tenor of an angel he called to me

I trembled and quaked at the feelings he awoke

Thrusting my shield higher so as not to see

In that moment my sword once so bold

Was felled silent by the presence of he

My shield which had served well fell silent and cold

Beginning to tarnish quickly as it fell free

As he drew nearer the heat I could feel

Warming the coldness I had held so dear

Stripped of my sword and the shield once so real

Standing naked before him bathed only in fear

Exposed for all to see left shivering in his light

He slowly came forward his soul blanketing my fears

Grasping my hand and leading me from perpetual night

Calming my wounded spirit as he gently dries my unspent tears.

Poem #2

The wires wrap tightly the barbs digging deep

Growing in my soul so as to choke its flight

Ripping my flesh yet it is impossible to weep

The barbs shine through impossibly bright

Even so, to the agony I hold tighter

To be without the sharpness of it all

Means to feel nothing no longer the fighter

Leaving me unfettered and free to fall

So I embrace the barbs sending them deeper yet

Wanting the scars to burn as a reminder

That life causes this pain

Yet I try to remember freely when life was kinder

You come to me and reach for the barbs in my soul

The healing of your hands overwhelms me

I struggle to keep your fingers from their goal

There are scars here that I want you not to see

These barbs are mine alone to embrace

I wish none to remove the comforting pain

A pain that will never be seen on my face

To allow you to remove this blanket of barbs may leave me

Insane

Yet again you approach me to complete the dance

Freeing me of the barbs with your desire

As I desperately try to maintain my familiar stance

Wrapped securely and forever in barbed wire.