Billy Loving

Billy Loving Poems

Body bent and twisted
Gnarled fingers gripping his cane
Face weathered with age
An old man enters the bar
...

A luminous full moon fills the sky
While I sit, I sob and cry
A ghastly site
Lies there in the night
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Through the trees
Behind a swarm of bees
Lies a secret trail
They travel without fail
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Of this world, not long to be
From this prison, finally free
No hope, too late
It's only death, I await
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Relaxing, tantalizing foray
From work, a brief respite
Enjoying a beautiful spring day
In the cooling breeze, I delight
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The life of a dog as simple as can be
Simplicity as far as the eye can see
Lying in the sun
No work to be done
...

I see the risen moon
All will be over soon
I killed him where he lay
In this cell, so long my stay
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As I stare at the sky
While the birds fly by
Wind blowing through the trees
A cool winter's breeze
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Chilling rain beating down
A day, dark and dreary
Leaves scattered all around
Inside, my soul so weary
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Roaring from inside
Angry lion in his cage
His fury unleashed
Razor white teeth showing
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Such a maudlin place to be
Walls, sterile bright white
Their bleakness starring back at me
A solitary window showcasing the night
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Love, be not kind
A ship lost in a distant sea
No solace do I find
Looking for someone for me
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16.

Buddy as white as can be
Happiness easy to see
Sitting so still
As he watches from the hill
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In the distance, I hear a rumbling
As the clouds begin tumbling
Foreboding of the darkening sky
A storm approaching, the reason why
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A face from long ago
Features I barely know
A vision of delight
I remember with all my might
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Along the path I stroll
While I search deep within my soul
A life lived good or bad
Sometimes happy, sometimes sad
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20.

Life, a drop of water in the sea
As miniscule as can be
A day, a month, a year
All the memories we hold so dear
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Billy Loving Biography

I began writing poetry several years ago. I find it to be relaxing, enjoyable, and therapeutic. I like rhyming poetry, haikus(5-7-5) , Tankas(5-7-5-7-7) , verse and sonnets. I am a stickler for the number of syllables in Japanese poetry. Haikus and tankas are not traditionally named so mine just have a number as means of cataloging them. I have been writing several years now.)

The Best Poem Of Billy Loving

The Silent Old Man

Body bent and twisted
Gnarled fingers gripping his cane
Face weathered with age
An old man enters the bar
Perching himself upon the barstool
Ordering a drink from the bartender
Silently he sips one after another
As the time ticks away
Glazed eyes staring into nowhere
I watch expectantly
If only, his mind I could read
What magnificent stories would lie within?
Too late, I'll never know
As he wobbles out the door
Disappointedly, I take a gulp
And think of what might have been

Billy Loving Comments

Prabir Gayen 24 February 2019

Billy Loving you are a lovely poet....God bless.

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