Wednesday, July 29, 2009


As the bridge -
Between dusk and dawn
is but simply the distance breached
from my lips unto
- Yours.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2008

Saturday, July 11, 2009


I believe it’s your move pumpkin.

Oh good Lord it is, isn’t it?
Ok then let’s see where was I…. Hmmmmmmmm?
Rook to king’s bishop takes knight’s pawn something or other whatever.
Yes. Oh my stars look at that. I say to you kind sir…
King me!

Muahahahahahah…. Checkmate.

Gimme the blouse.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2005

Thursday, July 9, 2009

The turnstiles

What is the price of absolution –
Except to endear what we endure as we suffer
Thus even as I bear my own weight unto eternity’s gate
I have found strength through my weaknesses
for as I have loved, I have learned
- To forgive.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Wednesday, July 8, 2009


Grant me the strength –
Where I can drive in this final nail
Might there be worse things to die for than love
you are still all that I cannot leave
- Behind.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Sunday, July 5, 2009

The shape of a heart

What then are the contours of love –
Except the reassuring circumference of your soft asylum.
Just as our embrace is like an ocean without shores
that we are two souls with one will
- To love.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009