P.S. I Love You Poems of P.S. Colley

In bed, my love, words once confessed that ached beyond my ears to rest upon my soul, "I need a strong woman." As sleepless hours wake to long with loneliness, they prey upon me, steal my rest,           as I remember, "I need a strong woman." As endless hours wind and wine is shared with none, and evenings drag without the one I love, I hear, "I need a strong woman." In farce, a laugh, a smile may pass, lest they know my helpless task, to exist for your words, "I need a strong woman." How I hate those days spent to spend a day, hearing those words that forever play upon my mind, "I need a strong woman." Oh God, when the night mocks brave and bold, I feel my blood run icy cold with those words, "I need a strong woman." Love, to you, I feign each fleeting moment, lest you discover my secret torment in your words, "I need a strong woman." ~ P.S. Colley~ Winter 1974  

  Tracker Head bowed and back bow-bent,  He follows smells so slight, some scarce and dainty scent Until defined, the imprint of time's tiniest creature. No feature, save leaves and mud trail rent by forest floor foraging. Mere meager mouse teasing hungry hoot owls. Onward tracker tracks toward bigger, braver game, Sniffing stillness, staleness, stained moist moss,  Until denied, the impish imprint of time's timidest creature. No feature, save hoof hole and white tail flight flagging fright bounding. Freckled forest fawn fleeing strange shadow sounds. Onward tracker tracks toward bigger, braver game, Snooping holes and haunting territorial tree lines, Until designed, the imprint of time's tamest creature. No feature, save padded paw print and claw bent on twilight twig breaking. Howling hope's hound hunting his missing master. Onward tracker tracks toward bigger, braver game, Sensing seasons sheered by bark scratch shavings, Until defied, the imprint of time's tough...

Hidden in clouds adrift On whisper's floating skies, Voices shining melodic Beckon the still, "Arise". Echoes rumble sweetness, Swelling joy, now sung, Songs last beyond with meekness, Melt hearts through decades long. With messages of hope, Serenading they bring Choirs of light, draped in white. Hear heavenly angels sing: "We sing our angel praises To thee, most holy one Who walks alone, held by man, Held by moon, held by Son." "Thou art chosen divine To begin life's ticking clock hands, To bring forth all mankind, Swaddling fate in thy holy hands." "For Eden's fruits are thine To tend, to even swift partake, To teach, tutored by time." "But beware! Dare not forsake Fate's roles and destinies As men rise, as men fall. As women wait within pain's test For babes born to be torn for all."  ~P.S. Colley~  

  Pain drop A raindrop dripped upon my head And trickled down my nose. My mom mistook it for a tear, Her sympathy arose. "Poor child", she cried. "What pains you so?" "Please tell your worried mother." Before I could reply a word She ran to get my father. "Poor child", he cried. "What pains you so?" "'Tis strife, or life, or bother?" Before I could reply a word He ran to get the doctor. "Poor child," he cried. "What pains you so?" "Here, let me take a look." Before I could reply a word He opened up his book. "Poor child," it read, "If pain persists" "Then quickly go to bed." So here I lie and wonder why Rain dripped upon my head. Poor child am I, What pains me so? Why is life so complex? Who'd have thought a simple drop of rain Could create such a mess? ~ P.S. Colley~

                                                                Artwork by T. Byron Kelly, River of Swans                                                                                                                                                               Tandem Swans          Sunlit smoke upon an unstirred, tranquil water, two toge...

   Stream of Thought Swift the stream of thought that flows meandering through man-maze of rows beneath silent, tree-lined shorelines. As ears of others listen, absorb, some hear, some ignore, thoughts flow past shores To lash on boulders of momentary resistance, bound beyond with proud persistence through monumental, hostile obstacles like uncaring, illiteracy, craftiness, some weary, some fear. Thoughts flow, nonetheless. 'til white the wave of wet that washes, silvery sparkles, strikes and lashes with ecstatic, energetic enthusiasm. Fresh, vibrant, clear, alive, some excite, some delight. Thoughts flow and thrive. Dare dam the stream of thought that flows And it swells and builds, explodes to rove Unleashed, untamed, uninhibited. Like streams thoughts weave about man's notions, some elude, some improve. Thoughts flow towards oceans. ~P.S. Colley~

                                                                   Lies L ove i sn't e nergy   s pent carelessly                                              L iving                                               i gnorant,                                              e ffortless                            ...

 Just Because Just because one may treat another as their servant, One need not behave with neither self-righteousness,  nor an attitude of bitter servitude. For as one kneels at another's unwashed feet, meeting need for sanctification's kind washing, one behaves with compassion. one behaves with humility. Just because the rain falls slim on some, drowning others, one need not proclaim that any should refrain  from behaving as loving sisters and brothers. For rain falls wise in both drizzle and pouring cloudburst,          meeting need with both a gentle and forgiving wash from one who behaves with justice, one who behaves with mercy. For Elohim gives to all a cleansing love for Jehovah's mercy to freely flow for one another. for the sons of sisters. for the daughters of brothers, for all eternal others,  forever embracing as one in infinite forgiveness. ~P.S. Colley

Windows Those timid souls who watch from sunlit windows, feel protected by the clear, brittle glass. Never do they feel the wind blow as trees sway and days flee past. Those frightened souls who stare from dark windows, imagine things fear will not let them touch. Like children that hide from night shadows, they yearn for sleep's safety too much. Those foolish souls who live behind closed windows, never live a real life at all. They merely drag through life on tiptoes, praying that they will not fall. Those forlorn souls lurking behind time's windows belong to prisoners trapped in worlds unreal. For windows are man's transparent prisons, designed for those too afraid to feel. ~ P.S. Colley~       

  Might Have Been If I had loved you years before when lives weren't such a mess,  would I have loved you? Maybe so, but what would be our test? 'Tis true you knew my very heart when tenderness was lost. Would you have given love Dear heart, if I could not be bought? Who's to say what might have been? What's dream and what is real? Would lovers meet and love as friends if wounds did not need heal? If I had met you clean, unhurt by life and loves that died, could you have been touched oh, so deep by an innocent virgin child? Oh, if this? Had that? What does it all mean? And why is love complex? Would you? Could you? Mess and test...... Can love survive all this? ~ P.S. Colley~

Crashing Alas, poor homeless hobo crashes through a cruel and hopeless life. One pitiful, unpopular no one,  crashes solo into darkest strife. Discovers mercy on anyone's cushioned couch, bitter askance behind a cement garage, Seems invisible as need crashes compassion, tucked in slumber beneath greed's lodge. Accused of crashing from some drug induced high of a burdenless, restless free, tumble- crashes into arms of pitiful charms  And smug generosity. Forgiveness creep-rushes, crashing in to love wash without reserve, And pours over those who kindness chose  most worthy to deserve. Alas, poor homeless hobo crashes into His glorious light.  Beloved child, God's precious someone, claims His safety from eternal night. -P.S. Colley~

                                                                                       What if? What if the stars were our ancestors speaking gently in the night the wisdom of their believing, shining glorious truths of light? What if they longed for us to hear each time the bright night sang, to feel their hearts whispering beyond the veil, guiding us again? What if we shared their glory? What if we shared their words? What if we shared in such a way they'd know that we had heard? What if we should forever listen? What if we should forever feel? What if we should forever turn to starlight to grow our light its brightest real? What if that twinkle, sparkling glorious, was placed in the firmament for us? What if that beacon becko...

   Meadow                                              Venture boldly  as creeping dusk nears the night into my garden of meadowed delight where honeybees buzz their finest tunes and fireflies court among the blooms. Dandelions dance and delightfully sway  where ladybugs pretend to play upon the dew-washed, wettest petals  of harmless, warmest sunshine yellow.  Peering out, shy sky-blue aster  greets his sky-high, smiling master, along the stream where daisies sing  serenades of an amazing spring.  Daffodils bow to each their kin as drifting clouds softly saunter in. Robins whisper tales of worms to nestlings, sniffing whiffs of gentle breeze, refreshing. Tearful iris mourns her pitiful loss of a bud trodden softly upon moist moss, trampled by a summer lover's lust gone wild, or some curious, bronzed and joyful child, caught up i...

                                                                                            Roses in a Vase                                                        Fresh red roses gifted crisp in a shiny crystal vase,                                                        Deflated balloon danced gaily on its bobbing string,                 ...

                                                                            Our Story                                              You live your life.        I live mine.        So, it shall be throughout all time.                                    I had hoped for so much more,                                              For something shared,   ...

  Chime Mother of all beauty, Strength of all mortal men, I am the soothing chime. You are the restless wind. Suspend me within time where I'll fly high and bend through sorrows like sparrows sailing swift upon the wind. Suspend me in nature where my sodded seeds send down deep roots like fingertips clinging life 'til the end. Suspend me with others, where my own life will blend harmonic like bird choirs serenading the wind. When with beauty I sing within strength's choir of men, my chime gently dances, calmly taming the wind. ~ P.S. Colley ~