And I Never Recovered

I was young,
I was strong,
I was smart,
I was driven,

Then I saw you
And I never recovered

You were glorious
You were exciting
You were alive
You were perfect

Then I met you
And I never recovered

Even now, with closed eyes
I still remember
Your scent
Your heat

Then we spoke
And I never recovered

I fell,
Into, under,
Your eyes
Your control

Then we kissed
And I never recovered

A future promised
An open vista
A life together
A life lived

But instead you left me
And I never recovered

© Copyright 2016 Marty Vandermolen

Always Will

She Said: “Goodbye I must go away”
Though we have loved for many a day
And I love you with all my heart
It’s best that you and I should part”.

His soul screamed out though none could hear
The feelings and words it cried so clear
No sooner spoke than his heart caved in
While his mind began to wildly spin

If...Maybe…What about…Why
Round and round causing him to cry
Though it was right that she go away
It pained him more than he could say

As time passed on his wound did heal
Allowing him again to touch and feel
The love they shared as they do still
Always have…always will

© Copyright 1991 Marty Vandermolen

Evil and I have wrestled

Evil and I have wrestled
At times it’s been clear to me
Evil and I have wrestled
The winner’s been hard to see

Evil and I have wrestled
My task has been; throw him out
Evil and I have wrestled
At times he has won, no doubt

Evil and I have wrestled
Each time I’ve grown the least bit
Evil and I have wrestled
I simply refuse to submit

Evil and I have wrestled
But wrestle no more shall I
Evil and I have wrestled
Vanquished at my feet he does lay

© Copyright 2016 Marty Vandermolen

Don’t Be Fooled

I don’t need you.
Don’t be fooled
By the quick sparkle
In my eye
Or the soft warmth
Of my voice

I don’t need you.
Don’t be fooled
By the flashing smile
Upon my lips
Or my moist breath
Along your throat

I don’t need you.
Don’t be fooled
By the delightful dreams
Invading my nights
Or the way I
Think of you

I don’t need you.
Don’t be fooled
By the pulsing beat
Of my heart
Or my trembling touch
Upon your flesh

I don’t need you.
Don’t be fooled
I don’t need you in my life
In my days or nights
No, don’t be fooled,
I don’t need you
I want you

© Copyright 1990 Marty Vandermolen

Far Too Few a Morning

Far too few a morning has found me
    Laying a-bed in a glen
Listening to morning breaking
    Out with its pleasing din

Near stream that babbles and gurgles,
    Water flow dancing with chill
Ice sound slipping and sliding
    Cascading down yonder hill

Stars fade into grey morning
    Blackness thins ever away
Before the golden sunlight lifts
    O’er hill a single warm ray

While a jay comes a calling
    Chiding me for lying in
Instead of industriously making
    Some morsel of breakfast for him

And nighttime’s tussle of friendship
    Of fox and deer and bear
Trade ranks with the day’s fellows
     The chipmunk, the squirrel and hare

Each thus morning I wake up
    I wonder why so long
Has passed since I last lay there
    Spellbound by morning’s song.

© Copyright 2016, Marty Vandermolen