Lonly (stars)

The stars are lonely in the sky
But far more lonely now am I
Counting as the days go by
With my true love no longer nigh

poem by William Mcgehee
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Teasing Life

What a tease our lives can be
To promise joy so frequently
Then so oft to take away
And give, instead, a rainy day.

So soon a simile gently passes
To be lost among the masses
Making love a fleeting thing
And life without, deep suffering.

poem by William Mcgehee
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Silent Snow

A single pane of glass divides
Myself from falling snow outside.
The first of many falling snows
That these white winter skies will know.

And taking then my quiet leave
The snow alights on cap and sleeve,
While walking slowly up the hill
I realize then the world is still

All still except for falling flakes
Filling fast the tracks I make.
All still except for swelling smiles
Growing with the snow in piles.

All still within a quiet mind
All still as footprints left behind.

poem by William Mcgehee
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Her Wet Hair Feels Cool on My Skin

Her wet hair feels cool on my skin
As she came fresh from the shower.
She lies near me and rest begins.

Her whispers soft, a quiet wind
Caress my senses for an hour.
Her wet hair feels cool on my skin.

I’m at peace more than ever when
I lay down with her in her bower,
She lies near me and rest begins.

Now love’s sensations lie within
A subtle simple touch of power-
Her wet hair feels cool on my skin.

She holds my heart fast with a grin
Delicately, like a flower.
She lies near me and rest begins.

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poem by William Mcgehee
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The Poem That Speaks Of Nothing

The poem that speaks of nothing
Tells of nothing convoluted at all.
It has no need of metering,
Or of emotions that rise and fall.

The poem that has no content
Lacks subject matter to cover.
So forget the flowers that you sent
To your faithful lover.

The poem devoid of plot
Has no farfetched tale to tell.
There’s no mention of battles fought
Against the very spawn of Hell.

The poem in absence of metaphors
Is not written by someone who will
Tell of reposing forevermore
Or of running naked through the hill.

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poem by William Mcgehee
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