“POEM TO THE WORLD”
When lovers
on the brink
of
finding out
Recline on
fat illusions
of
their words
And utter platitudes
-instead of shouts
Forget
tender silences
they’ve shared
And all confession’s
awkwardness they’ve dared
Like
children peeking softly from their doubts,
There comes a time
of
darkness and despair
When moments seem
like hours under weights
Regret and fear
like
garbage fills the air
And lips of fondest memories
turn to hate.
When lovers
on the brink
of
coming near
forget
the
body’s swelled
and
aching cries
And
substitute excuses for their tears,
Something soft
and silent in them dies.
And
that, perhaps, is why there are old men
On benches
all alone
in city parks
And
bony-fingered spinsters with hard sad eyes
Knitting things for babies in the dark
And
maybe why we’re lonely
in
the spring
When
all the earth her fat thighs open wide
To show us all her pretty under-things
And
laughingly invites us to her side
To
kiss away the differences we’ve known
With the
tenderness
and
wisdom of her groans
Yet
We
lie beside each other
in despair
While
our bodies
make love
–in
the air.
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The Juice Bar 
Bill, I am so proud of you!! You are such an amazing poet & actor as well…can’t wait to honor you Tuesday evening at the DGA! BRAVO my friend! LK 🙂 🙂 🙂
Bill you are the sweetest and most tender of beings.
A great human being who expresses much compassion kindness and cares for people like no one i know.
No one deserves this more than you.
You are inspired and compassionate with wicked sense of humor
and you are a word warrior.
I look forward to honoring you
and the goodness you express shines through your great kind face and jumps out of you like a mighty river that cannot be contained.
Love to you.
Gratitude to Lisa for the Juice Bar.
Love
Stevie
Stephen
Well deserved…the wonderful word flow makes that evident. Such heart.
Much deserved accolades.
A challenging and profound poem speaking volumes of truth ignored by the masses. I know the fully about being a child peeking through doubts and it defined my creative life 56 years ago to not become that lonely man on the bench with only pigeons and squirrels as friends.
There are themes of hope within the prose, often touching the soul’s loneliness with regret of past indifferences, that balances with imagery and texture one can feel in their hearts as well as minds.
I do not even know the way I ended up here, however I believed this post was once good.
I do not realize who you are but definitely you are going to a famous blogger in
case you are not already. Cheers!