I MISS THE DAYS...

A Poem by: Fernando de Mello Pimentel

I miss the days when it all made sense
When all the jokes weren't made at my expense
When laughter prevailed, and tears didn't stand a chance

I miss the days when love would find romance
When you and I could join for a dance
When you could win me over with just a stare and a glance

I miss the days when you came to my defense
When all your words were of love, not offense
When we didn't have to worry about cause or consequence

I miss the days when you thought I had relevance
When you treated me with little or no irreverence
When losing me was bad riddance

I miss the days when we were two in France
When the smell of your body was my favorite fragrance
When understanding our passion was not a matter of intelligence

I miss the days when you and I could speak in the present tense
When I was a direct object in all your loving sentences
When I was cited in your verses in very particular instances

I miss the days when love was our deliverance
When all of my words held enough credence
When we didn’t have to act with such prudence

I miss the days when desire was intense
When your touch gave me confidence
When all the rest was nonsense

I miss the days…

All Rights Reserved - 2008 FPimentel Poems & Publishing Co.

IN EXCHANGE

A POEM by: Fernando de Mello Pimentel

Lights get dimmer on stage
with the coming of age.
And by turning the page
gone are them days of rage.

Past and present engage
under sheets of maroon and beige.
As youth flees its gentle cage
pumping shells from a 12 gauge.

Feelings have gone on a rampage.
Living off a minimum wage.
Spare me some change?
Things are so strange...

A sitting target in a shooting range.
A year for every bullet in exchange.
Can that be arranged?
Or should all my verses end with age?

All Rights Reserved - 2008 FPimentel Poems & Publishing Co.