Friends (Wednesday Poetry Break)

Two people on paths that wind
continuously around and about
Through cities and years, friends
both old and new, and much more.
Schoolmates, roommates, Best “Man”
by my side in the Maternity Ward.
These paths aren’t running concurrent
and who can really know why?
This I do know: If I need you, you’ll be there
because we’ll always be friends.

Doyle R. Clark II
January 14, 2015

Happiness (A poem for my wife)

Coral pink lips that only give me truth
Eyes of swirling caramel and chocolate
That only see the best of who I am
A heart that holds all my love and trust
Hands and arms that cradle my child
A temper that’s mild and wild
Brains and conversation a must
Tears that could break the damn
And I wouldn’t ever try to stop it
Squandered time and wasted youth

Mistakes in our past
Eternity ahead
A love that will last
I thee wed

The vows were made
The songs were played
Two people in love
And never deprived of


Doyle R. Clark II
January 7, 2015

Why I like pipe smoking

Smoking a pipe is complex
It requires both hands
Your mind is free to choose
To focus on the outward
Or to withdraw to the inner
To escape the daily hustle
To avoid the noise and vex
To see the hourglass and sands
To look behind or forward
At life apparent or mere clues
To be not saint nor sinner
And at all costs avoid bustle

Swirls of smoke afloat
Wafting along the gentle breeze
Like an old sail boat
Adrift on open seas…

The escape is always sweet
The tobacco sometimes sour
Whether it’s ten minutes or an hour
I will always love the retreat…

Doyle R. Clark II
December 17, 2014