just hanging out

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The hanging tree

I see you there

just hanging out

we had plans 

but not like this

I see you there

just hanging out

where is that 

bright light you offered up

Where are the crowds 

they should have shown up by now

what were you thinking

placing all your eggs 

in that one basket

you told me to meet you here

why

why would you do that to me

let alone anyone else

I came upon you just now

with that permanent vacant grin 

I will remember you for this

that is for sure

I wish I had forgone 

this last meetup 

your face is set for eternity

I see you there

in the hanging tree

and there forever you shall stay

dancing in the hanging tree

Chris McQueeney    2/26/15

Wednesday's post

Just left of right

I am on the left side

Of right

Off center just a bit

Like those V-8 commercials

Walking with a decided lean

But it will take a lot more

Than a glass of V-8

To get me straight

You perturb me

Bent my nose out of shape

Why did you have to be so

Insensitive

Cruel

Downright nasty

Why not take a softer stance

It would be nice to have a conscience

Like yours

Just be able to run roughshod

Over people and not even grimace

With ease and poise

Destroy all you purvey

I left leaning

Just left of center

You went easy on me   

 

Chris McQueeney    2/25/15    7:34 P.M.

untitled

Playing

We all do it

The waiting game

Hurry up to wait

Just a moment please

The waiting game

The clock clicks its way

Around its face

Hands ticking

Time tripping

Playing the waiting game

Watch the hours melt away

Going day by day

Playing the

Waiting game

Chris McQueeney    2/20/15    12:44 P.M.

On your skin

On your skin

I have forgot the scent of roses

On your skin

I have forgot the gentle glow

Of your skin

Only fragments are left to me

The sound of your voice

Escapes me

The feel of your hair

Dwindles

But then it all

Comes crushing back to me

In an instant

And I am right back there holding you

So close

And I remember

Oh I remember the scent of rose petals

On your skin

Chris McQueeney    2/18/15    6:44 P.M.


I have been awarded the perfect poet award and have accepted it go here for Hyde park poetry 

Wednesday

And turmoil

And there she was

Slumbering in her gentle revere

Not a care in the world

More than sleep

She was getting rest

Rest that fickle creature

One minute it is your friend

Then it deserts you

And in its wake leaves only restlessness

And turmoil

Chris McQueeney     2/18/15    9:50 A.M.

lucky

Critical mass


Times were once
When we could
Find ourselves by
Looking at each other
Times were once
That we could find
Ourselves by looking
At our surroundings
Times were once
But no longer
No longer do we find
The simple path from
One end to the other
Just because
No more go the days of ease
Now is a time of critical mass
Now we would be lucky
To find our selves


Chris McQueeney 1-13-15

fortune

Fortune's wind


Don't you see it there
Yup right over there
The money tree
Didn't you know
That money grows on trees
All we need do
Is reach up there any time
And grab a handful
To do with as we wish
Didn't you know that fortune's wind
Blows through here
Taking misfortune out of the way
And money trees flourish
Fortune be in your favor
Any time you are here
And I have ocean front property
Just too bad it is in Arizona
Wanna see?
I'll show you if you're nice
Then we can go harvest
The money tree in fortune's gentle wind


Chris McQueeney 2/14/15 2:06 P.M.

lines

Magnet

You are

Magnetic

You are the magnet to my

Lode stone

You draw me out

Of my steely reserve

Does the devil speak to you

Do you hear his little inklings

When it is quiet

Does your soul reach out magnetic

To his quiet voice

I hear you loud and clear

Your voice rings through my soul

Drawn on like nothing I have ever held

Your voice rings through my soul

Lifting me then throwing me down again

And again and again

Throwing me off your lines magnetic

Then bringing me back again

Chris McQueeney    2/13/15    10:22 A.M.

on glass

On glass they were

They dance

         On glass

      leap and twirl

Among scattered shards

        Their tattered feet

            Barely touching down

Whole worlds scattered

At their feet as they twirl  

             They dance

As if that was all there was

             They dance

As if nothing stood in their way

                 As if nothing

                                         As if

Whole worlds at their feet

The shattered remnants

              Of normal lives

Scattered as if by a strong hand

              A madman’s hand

                                         Steady

Look at them twirl

As if there wasn’t a care in the world

                                          As if

They dance

Chris McQueeney   2/11/15