Let Me Have The Last Dance (Poetry)


The day we met.
Instant attraction,
The sparks remain in flight.
I can’t deny you.
I’m your type,
And you’re my kind of guy.
So why do we fear,
Of what’s right in front of us?

Fear of love and our love of fear,
Due to our own battle scars and cuts.
Let us open these wounds,
Be vulnerable together.
Can you imagine?
Any other picture perfect love affair?
Let my confidence speak.
I can be the best you’ve had,
And you for me.
The understanding and communication,
Of our personal demons,
Goes afar across the seas.
And around the world.
Let’s conquer and overcome as one.
Believe me when I tell you who I see,
When I look right through you.
Balance the emotional and sexual healing,
With intellectual revealing.
Game of chance,
Let me have the last dance.
2014©H.M. Gautsch

My Everything (Poetry)

We met, love at first sight,
Unfortunately it was the wrong place at the wrong time.
I didn’t know what love was, but you swore it was,
But that was when my life was full of negatives, faux pas.
A one night stand at a time my heart was banned
From love, because of my heart aches
And the chains that wouldn’t allow me to let go of the past.
Bridges continued to burn over the years,
While a raging river was created through my fears and tears.
But what I’ve learned…

While the fires were distinguished in my heart,
I know I can be a hot mess, a painful stress
When it comes to trust and love,
But you showed me unconditional patience.
We’ve come and go, more so
I’m to blame with my nervousness
And fear of happiness.
But you let me fly like a butterfly,
To discover my wings and strengths.
Just to find myself back into your opened arms.
My everything, always putting me before your own.
Always being my rock, a dependent I can lean on.
My everything.
Even when I wasn’t trying, when I was barely breathing,
when I felt my heart wasn’t beating.
When I felt like a nobody,
You’ve always exploit I’m the world to somebody,
to you and you alone.
Even when we carried our baggage claim into the mix,
Zigzagged back and forth in each others lives.
I’ve realized your love is my permanent fix,
With or without the sex.
I cannot think of my future projects,
Side tracked with my ex being my next
And only plight…
No longer am I afraid,
Time has proved you’re not a fade.
I could go on and on, but no words can ever replace,
The emotions that are flowing in my veins.
The healing of my abandonment and terminal pain.
You’re my oxygen, You’re my toxin.
My kryptonite, my knight in disguise.
My brother, my father teaching me wrong from right.
My sister, my mother showing me the nature of nurturing.
Main guy on the movie screen,
My vaccine after a bee sting,
My guardian angel who found his own wings.
My everything.
2014©H.M. Gautsch

Harlot (Poetry)


Work over play.

Work over romance.
That’s my life, it’s my only chance.
I guess I am a harlot in the game of love.
No sex needed, just my wicked tongue is enough.
All it takes is one or two dates,
And they keep coming like it’s a cattle call.
Someday I’ll get it all right.
Until then, my heart remains uptight.
I fear of being to mummified with my PTSD,
I can’t even say, “I love you”
to the ones that are close to me.
I guess I successfully raised my heart from my sleeve.
It’ll take more than a week to let it proceed.
I guess it’s just meant to be, so let me be.
It is what it is I guess,
But I’d rather speak the truth than sugar coat the shit.
I got to follow my heart, the chemistry.
I’d rather be a best friend, not a queen.
Strong minded as I reveal a flaw,
I’d rather work for my own grind,
And not just be handed over gift and trips.
It’s my dreams and my opportunities I need to find,
Even if it’s on my own.
I need a companionship, not a money bind.
I’m taking the high road,
Even though people like to take my name into dirt.
Characters reveal themselves,
And you’re revealing you’re just another toad.
I know what I want,
If this poem is too high of a standard,
So be it, find someone else to pander.

If I Were A Pirate (Poetry)

If I were a pirate,
How would I live?
First and foremost,
I’d act as if,
I was Captain Jack Sparrow’s kin. 

Sounds like big boots to fill,
But I think I could fit.
With my charming looks,
I’d escape close call arrests.
Let’s not forget, my clever wits. 

If I were a pirate,
How would I live?
Similar to Kenny Chesney,
Claiming my own island,
Far away from the crowded cities. 

I’d still hold pride with my gypsy soul,
Without feeling trapped in closing walls.
I’d live in wide open spaces,
Embracing my Epicurean freedom,
As I journey the world on my own Black Pearl. 

If I were a pirate,
How would I live?
Instead of hiding a stash of rum,
I’d keep secret my own treasures,
That prevents me from becoming succumb.

©H.M. Gautsch

Nature’s Morning Song (Poetry)

The cool breeze,

Enhances this new feeling,

In my soul.

The sun rays enter,

In my body,

Warmth’s my heart.

The robins & cardinals,

Sings the verses in harmony.

The toads & frogs,

Battle for the choruses’ melody.

The dying storm,

In the far distant,

Gives the creation its beat.

The freshly young sun,

Dances while it rises,

From the Far East.

A new day has begun,

With a love-filled sky.

As one of nature’s morning song,

Gives us a vision for our minds.

©H.M. Gautsch