the words are old

the words are old
feelings through the ages
we can make new words
we can make love
it will feel new

ferguson missouri

A whistle stop
in farmer Ferguson's field
future business
stood as a station
location
location
location
location
by the approaching tracks

all in

stuck in emotion
it's all in my head he said
but it's in my heart

still

walls
for rent
along with
ceilings
floors
locking doors
all wanting 
to be more
becoming 
less cared for
not the love
of someone
that owns
and owes
a place
still standing
even though

just me

I only needed
to heat some
left over, cold
kept, slow 
cooked food. 
No use entertaining 
the idea of
entertaining.
All that small talk
and work with
wife-whipped 
men, and the women 
with heavy grudges
who won't let them dance. 


move

a place
clean and light
to rest my head
each night
not many
things
just a few
and windows
for a view
of birds
and trees
with leaves

a place with
neighbors
that don't bark
or bite
but say hello
and act polite

a place
that is not
this place
for i must move
and look in the heart
to find
the groove



be mine


we are always at the end
of where we have been
knowing and forgetting
there was a beginning
long long ago
it was into time
i came
and my heart knows
what love is
still






nancy davis
3-14-2015

"be" by nancy davis

Be happy
he says

even though

it is
the way it is

be happy
about something

even though

i can not
be what you want.

And
even though
that is all

i want

to be

is happy

i can not.


come back

I have been told 
That there is no going
Back home again

I felt home once
In the arms of a man
A lifetime that I missed

How many we are
These people
That can't go home

There is no home
Outside of love
In this place we don't belong 


early



all the little
signs of spring
early showing
daffodils
and soon
the mowing




now


Notice me
no tattoos 
not young
not all lines from laughter

Notice me
once a small town girl
once i dreamed of love
you made me smile

Notice me 
my hair 
the curve of my cheek
can you remember

Notice
that you stole my heart
the only one i had
you are the one 



they say




do not
stay
in bed
all
day

it would
be
a shame
to the
family
name

there is no room
for fools like you
in this place
where dreams
come true

just keep
on smiling
and act
real nice
don't make me
have to
tell you twice

the bills are high
the rent is due
and they
say
i shouldn't
talk to you

heart to heart




a good old fashioned
heart to heart
i wonder
how old
it would seem
to wear one
on my sleeve
or close to my ear
on the phone
a voice
telling me
from theirs
to mine
all shaped
and rounded
coming to
the
point








coming together



in 
the body 
of 
the Savior
we are
all
one

in the same boat
kind of thing

and

every single one of us
is one with Him

Spiritually
speaking




i wonder
if
our spirits
are linked to one another
in Him

i don't know