by Cleve Sylcox

Today I went,
Back in time.
To a place,
With many rhymes.

To my childhood,
Laying upon a hill.
Watching clouds drift by,
I got a chill.

Tall trees swayed and waved,
At the clouds as they made their way.

Birds chased bugs,
Bees did hum,
Grasshoppers hopped,
Chewing their gum.

I laid in the grass,
For many hours,
Watching clouds,
As they towered.

Giraffes and elephants,
Floated by,
Dragons breathing fire,
Burning the sky.

I hated to leave,
To get up and go,
But I’m old man,
With no seeds to sow.

I made my way,
Into the house,
Where I wrote,
About a mouse.

But on occasion,
I stared and watched the clouds,
Thought about life on the hill,
And cried out loud.

In The Autumn of Life

Senior couple enjoy the sunset together

In the Autumn of Life
© By Cleve Sylcox

In the Autumn of life,
When we turn gray,
And all those little wrinkles,
Never fade away.

We find meaning in the Sunrise,
And purpose in the sunset,
The grass feels softer,
The water feels wet.

In the Autumn of life,
We find new in the old,
Toss out the trash,
And we become bold.

It isn’t that the world has changed,
It isn’t that people are strange,
It is that our eyes are open,
And see a wider range.

Old important things give way,
To the new important things,
Like bugs, and snakes,
And birds on the wing.

White Lace

White Lace
©Cleve Sylcox

Snow falls on windowpane,
Fire roars in its place,
But my love is far away,
Adorned in white lace.

I wait for her restlessly,
With empty arms I cry,
I long to be near her,
As I pass the day by and by.

I dream of her sleeping,
In a white lace night-gown,
Her head on soft pillows,
While I wear a salty frown.

She will be home soon,
This I pray,
Because I cannot wait,
Yet another day.

The Wandering Soul


The Wandering Soul

He was so young,
When he left home.
Forced to work,
And forever roam.

From town to town,
The young man Lived,
Never to discover,
What he did.

He lives in a world,
That is all his own,
No one may enter,
He likes it alone.

On a rainy night,
He lost his life,
A fellow traveler,
Used a blunted knife.

Forever free now,
His sprit does comb,
Looking for love,
And warm place to call home.

©Cleve Sylcox

Truth is a Blur

businessman looking at small senior boss
Truth is a Blur
©Cleve Sylcox

Sometimes I wonder,
What life’s about,
Sometimes I shudder,
I can’t figure it out.

Insanity and Mayhem,
Prejudice and greed,
These are a few,
Of the uncertainties.

I watch the news,
And read the paper,
Find more death,
Than in a movie caper.

If there is one thing,
I know for sure,
Life will change,
Truth is a blur.


beauty girl cry
by Cleve Sylcox

Hearts are heavy,
Spirits gloom,
Devastated lose,
Feels like doom.

Blackness swirls,
In deep waves,
Blinding thoughts,
With darkened haze.

If there is,
A silver lining,
Someone show me,
Where it’s hiding.

Death it seems,
Is all around,
Mixed with life,
In shadows found.

For those who,
Passed that way,
We need to live,
Yet one more day.

Blood Crow

raven bird ominous design
Blood Crow
By Cleve Sylcox

On a heap,
Of twisted death,
A crow sits,
All bloody and wet.

From his beak,
Red threads hang,
Black pearl eyes,
A cawing he sang.

You men of,
North and South,
Kill each other,
There’s no doubt.

I feed my children,
With your remains,
On the rocks lay,
Your blood and vain.

Into the night,
And into the day,
The crow kept cawing,
All along the way.

Battles fought,
On bloody fields,
Soldiers came,
Refusing to yield.

Land was raped,
Young woman folk too,
Some fought back,
Families were few.

In a swamp,
A legend was born,
On her back,
Wedding gown torn.

Blood lusting soldiers,
With nothing to gain,
Found death and destruction,
Deep merciless pain.

In the end,
What good was done,
Men all died,
No one had won.