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.

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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.