Poetry Challenge 5.0, Days 8 and 9

Dang...I realized just before bed last night that I'd completely forgotten to write a poem, and, well, I was just too tired to care.  So you're getting another two-fer today!  I know - LUCKY YOU!

I received the best compliment today, from my Fiancee.  For those of you who don't actually know us in real life, we're THAT MUSHY COUPLE.  Yes, we have pet names that are so cute it's sickening, and we use them all the time.  On purpose.  The funny part is that we do this in private as well as in public - it's just who we are, and we like us that way.  BUT, when you receive a compliment that says simply, "you inspire me," it's something pretty special - no matter who it's from.  The fact that it's from the woman who will be wife kind of makes it even more special, because even after all this time, I STILL inspire her.  It makes me feel like a king.  It's good to be the king.  So, thank you, my love!!!!!!!

But, I have to get on some poems, and since that's what you're here for, let's get moving in that direction, shall we???

Hermit

I met an old man,
who from the woods came to town
once a year,
in an old flannel hunting jacket and dirty boots,
driving a 1952 green Chevy pickup.

We were in the coffeeshop,
I didn't know his name,
but he asked a lot of questions
about life, the news, who was the President,
and why did the auto repair shop close?

I knew all the answers save the last -
I didn't even know we had an auto repair shop in town.


OK, that one might make you think a little, and will probably seem a little off-beat to many.  But if my father reads it....or rather, if my mother tells him about it, I think he'll enjoy it.  Especially since I completely forgot to wish him a happy birthday when I talked to him the other day.  Yeah, my bad.

Boldog szülinapot, apu!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Pacifico

The tide rises within,
a subtle force moving, stirring,
ever so quietly at first,
gaining speed, momentum,
force, power, energy, mass, weight,
tumbling over itself as the ocean,
the ability to move mountains and crush countries
without a thought to consider the cost -

All harnessed inside,
a quietness, always the calm exterior,
a slow weathering away at the shores,
lapping gently at the sands and rocks,
keeping the true nature in check.

Most cannot see it,
will not see it,
prefer to remain ignorant.

I have built the world,
and I am its destroyer.


Thanks for reading,

The Fat Kid