Monday, May 25, 2009

The hanging tree

In meadow green –
Stands a wood tall of thorn
its branches twisted leafless of serene,
yet it only needs one strong arm
to set tortured souls a free.
Pray my love pray that stout be this limb
might I find my way back to you,
for it will bear the weight of every sin
this soul has thus -

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Sunday, May 24, 2009


God grant me the strength –
To shoulder the weight of my humility with grace.
Impart upon me the omnipotent knowledge
might that I understand the full wisdom behind your will
for pain, suffering, fear and loathing.
Will then I crown you myself
- Merciful.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Friday, May 22, 2009


Such is the cruelty of fate –
To have lost my evening star to the light.
Even that she did fill my heart with her loves strength
destiny was for her to shine brighter still
than heavens of which she
- Aspired.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Monday, May 18, 2009

Tempting the muse

Inspire me –
Take the quill from my hand
and drive it deep into the heart of my soul
and I shall bleed honeyed words upon parchment.
All while the ink slips sweet from my lips
as I tumble poetry softly into - Your ear.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Sunday, May 17, 2009


The wealth of love -
Is to be the penny found not lost
as I gave you the world as it was mine to give,
except all I had to offer was my
- Heart.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Saturday, May 16, 2009

The unforgiven

The infirmary of absolution –
Lies not within the jurisdiction of men and their hearts
but within the absolute judgment of their souls.
Thus even though I grant you my amnesty
there will be only one soul saved from its damnation
as you continue to contest the misgivings
- Of my heart.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Sunday, May 10, 2009

The principle of pleasure

s it is not enough -

To simply conquer the kingdom of your heart
that I want to shake the foundations
- Of your soul.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Saturday, May 9, 2009


Are there no more tears in heaven –
That even my soul cannot find a well of its relief.
Thus I am lost, wandering aimlessly.
Deliberating the penitence for my own mortality,
might that the humbleness find me
searching for my last
- Straw.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Tuesday, May 5, 2009


As she brings me light –
When all I have left to hold is darkness
Rapt within the wings of her salvation I am absolved,
thus I am held to the breast of compassion
as our tears mingle with
- Joy.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Monday, May 4, 2009


As we age with grace –
In order that we might die with glory.
That a soul’s enrichment is not to lie within gold
But in the humbleness and compassion
- Of it’s heart made so.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2005

Sunday, May 3, 2009


Single solitary angel of wing
sifting softly slowly sadly thou bring
Mine heart tumbling trembling tragically down
As thou makes thy journey
To the ground

Fleeting frozen feather of white
Doest thine heart shine in the sun with all his light
That a cloud of high did set thee free
Hast thou fallen from the sky into the heart
Of me

Wisps of whimsical wintry wind
Thou ridest ‘round mine head for thou doest spin
Powdery kisses perfectly placed
As thy lace is lilting ‘pon
My face

Touch tease tickle my nose
Lay soft ‘pon my tongue bittersweet ambrosia
Alas will my endearments warm I fear
Are to leave me to be holding what ‘tis only thy
- Tear

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2005

Saturday, May 2, 2009


Silver thread soft of night be so kind to me
And take my hand to promised lands and lead me to my dreams
Mother dear did tuck me here ‘neath cover safe to sleep
I place this wish ‘neath pillow plush that you tonight I meet
That as these shadows crawl ‘pon my wall may think I fear I might
Still I sleep within your keep ‘neath your love and light
Your blushing moon does make me swoon as does her soul impart
‘Neath starry skies realize you will always have my heart
Might ‘morrow rise tear in eye that I miss you e’en now
As my hope does rest ‘pon mothers breast
I will be with you ‘gain -
- Somehow

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2006

Friday, May 1, 2009


Merciless thread of grace –
Why hast thou bound me to thy fate
that not e’en fair destiny can show me a just recourse.
Thus comes a day I will look back on today
knowing that tomorrow shall ne’er
- Come.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2005