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Closeup and pieces of poetry February 4, 2008

Posted by Conrad Hubbard in : Poetry , add a comment

I used to occasionally post fragments of poetry stuff online, even if I didn’t yet consider it finished, or know if I would ever finish it. For some reason I find myself less willing to do so with a blog. Maybe it is because I feel more comfortable putting pieces like that amid the works that make me proud to have written. Anyway, I think I want to try to change that, so, here:

Closeup

The closer you get to me
the more pretty I can see
so if we were close enough to kiss
I just might open my eyes a bit.

Find more of my poetry in my scrapbook and under the blog category.

I Can Hear You Talking December 29, 2007

Posted by Conrad Hubbard in : Poetry , 6 comments

I wake up in the dark
And open my eyes
I can hear you talking
To those other guys

Looking for the clock
It’s 3 A.M. again
I stumble out of bed
And into the den

Will you come to bed now?
I ask with a sigh
You look up from the phone
But don’t say goodbye

I’ll come to bed soon
Let me finish with this
And you send me back
With a quick little kiss

I wake up in the dark
And open my eyes
I can hear you talking
To those other guys

Looking for the clock
It’s 4 A.M. again
I stumble out of bed
You’re not in the den

I hear you upstairs
Your voice muffled and low
My heart is breaking
And I climb the stairs slow

Will you come to bed now?
I ask with a sigh
I am not ready yet
Have you come to spy?

I lay there in the dark
With wide opened eyes
I can hear you talking
To those other guys

Looking for the clock
It’s 5 A.M. again
I stumble out of bed
And into the den

I can’t sleep honey
Will you please come to bed?
Try some sleeping pills
I can’t believe what you said

My heart is breaking
I fall asleep denied
The alarm is beeping
You’re asleep at my side

I wake to morning light
And open my eyes
At least you aren’t talking
To those other guys

Looking for the clock
It’s off to work I go
I steal a goodbye kiss
You don’t even know

I come home for lunch
But you are still in bed
The phone sitting there
By the side of your head

Will you wake for me now?
I slip into bed
You say you are tired
I can hold you instead

The phone rings like clockwork
I open my eyes
Will you be too tired?
Will you talk to those guys?

Back to work I go
To finish up my day
Hoping to come home
And steal your heart away

You’re already busy
Talking on the phone
I am so tired now
I go to bed alone

I wake up in the dark
And open my eyes
I can hear you talking
To those other guys

Looking for the clock
It’s 3 A.M. again
I stumble out of bed
And into the den

Will you come to bed now?
I ask with a sigh
You look up from the phone
But don’t say goodbye

*To read other poems that I have written, please check out the poetry section of my blog and the collection posted in my poetry scrapbook.

Across the Blankets October 26, 2007

Posted by Conrad Hubbard in : Poetry , 1 comment so far

In the morning, when I wake up,
I want to look across the blankets
of our bed and see the girl I love,
and I want to say “I love you”
and I want to hear it back,
but I want to hear it
come back to me
in a way that makes me know
that she loves me the same way
that I love her.

Coming back to me,
across the blankets.

*Pathos is my poetry scrapbook. For lots more poetry scrapbook type stuff, go to my poetry page.