Thursday, January 09, 2014

Missing My Friend

Missing My Friend
By: R.A. Slater

I miss you
Your presence in my life
The way we used to hang out
Just to be with each other
Talking about nothing and everything
Your day and my day and moments in between
Laughing and joking and dreaming
I miss how you touched me
Caressed my face with your hand
Kissed my neck as you held me close
Loved my body with abandon
And now you are gone
A man lost to me
I want you back
And I don’t know how
To get your attention
Though I scream and cry
You do not hear me
Even though we sit in the same room

in love and lonely by Hoeg on deviantART

Wednesday, April 03, 2013

Don't Wait Too Long

Don't Wait Too Long
By: R. A. Slater

My finger hovers over the mouse
I hesitate and think
What will the reaction be
To the question I am sending
Will he laugh and say no?
Maybe he will send a 'yes' instead?
What if he doesn't reply at all?
The longer I wait
The more I hesitate
Out of fear of the unknown
But if I don't hit send
I will never know

Tuesday, April 02, 2013


By: R. A. Slater

One day I took a good hard look
At the Law they called the Word
And could not comprehend the stark shadings
Of absolute light and absolute dark
There was no warmth of love here
Only the harshness of fire and cold
Because it is just chapter in a book
And does not tell the all
Of the depth of His creation
The spectrum of His character
The deeds that He had done
One cannot look at the Law
Without looking at the Love
Sprinkled in the moments in-between

Like a jealous lover
Coveting our attention
His temper He sometimes lost
But remembering Himself
He draws close to us
Our hearts to woo
As He asks for our forgiveness
How can we say no to that?
Forgive as we’ve been forgiven
Love as we’ve been loved
Fully and passionately without reserve
Risking it all for a capricious one like us
There is no black and white in this place
Nor flitting shades of grey
For here the full spectrum resides
In the hearts of Men
Not in the pages of a book

pic by r.a.slater

Monday, April 01, 2013

Fresh Meat

Usually I just let my poetry speak on its own, I figure it's usually pretty straight forward.  But since today is the start of the April Poem A Day challenge at the Writer's Digest poetry blog Poetic Asides I thought I'd just give readers a heads up.  :)

Fresh Meat
By: R. A. Slater

Here she is
Bright and shiny
Waltzing into our world
Effervescent bubbles
Tickling our noses
As we watch her with our beady eyes
We flex our claws
As we snarl and growl
This is our space
Who is she to think she belongs?
With halo’s sparkling in the night
We tear her apart
Our mouths biting deep
Not caring about truth
Our claws scratch and dig
Not caring if we maim
Blood we must draw
Pain we must taste
For that is the source of our power

Sunday, March 31, 2013

Here the Wounded

Here the Wounded
By: R. A. Slater

Last spring my heart was broken
Crushed by a man whose name I never knew
Torn asunder and cast aside
Needing a place to heal
Helpless I searched for refuge
Hounded the fair white halls
Each time I was turned away
A scarlet letter branded on my soul
Heart still bleeding I wandered
The desolate wilderness highways
Until at last I found a spot to huddle
With yesterday’s castaways among the refuse
And there among the garbage I found hope
For here the wounded embraced their own
Stronger together we formed a new family
One who held each other up
And helped each other heal
Beyond surviving we began to thrive
For here there was no false unity
Just a common thread of need
Sewing us together
Hope springing anew among the hopeless
An eternal flower budding fresh this spring
As life takes wing and soars above
Here the wounded become something more

Thursday, March 28, 2013

In a Moment

In a Moment
By: R. A. Slater

Caught up in life’s happenings
I try in vain to keep up
So many things to do
So many places to see
I quite lose my breath
As a deluge threatens to drown me
A cyclone daring to stir up
A cacophony of cries
People demanding my attention
And my precious time
For when do I have time
To get caught up in a moment
And listen to the faint whisper
Of the woman I am inside
For failure to do so is my demise
The ceasing of a heartbeat

Wednesday, January 02, 2013

In Need

In Need
By: R.A. Slater

I am in need of a revolution
As it is the New Year
And I have no resolutions!
I am either happy with my life as it is
Or I have given up
Too defeated to hope for something better
Too scared to even try
Maybe next year!

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Double Standards

Double Standards
By: R. A. Slater

I reaped the benefits of his sexism
Favored because of my gender
But I grew tired of it after awhile
A line I would not cross
Men were crapped upon
As were the less endowed
He couldn't even be consistent in that
Knowing others had spoken before
And failed in their attempt
The truth fallen unheard
So I bided my time as I searched
Then gave my notice with glee
They tried to screw me even then
Dismissing me before my time was done
They gave me a sop
Hoping I'd just go away
But I took great care
Filling out my exit papers in detail
Finding out later
Thru the grapevine
That I had made his life at work
Too hot for him to handle
And he beat them to the punch
Quitting and leaving the state
What joy I felt was coupled with my shame
At not speaking up sooner

Sent from my iPhone

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

The Looking Glass

The Looking Glass
By R. A. Slater

I look in the mirror and there she is
My own worst enemy staring back at me
She knows my every weakness, my every flaw 
I am an open book to her, even what I hide 
She leads me astray, exploits her knowledge of me
Intent on getting her own way
But I am all there is
No one else can fight her 
I alone can conquer
To run the race before me
Though my path is not smooth
And the way ridden with obstacles
I need no one to swoop in and save me
For as I am my own villain
I am my own hero
Shouldering the burdens of reality
I press ever onward
Refusing to be defeated

Saturday, November 24, 2012

The Truth About Winter

The Truth About Winter 
By: R.A. Slater

Winter is harsh and unyielding
With its cold snaps and January thaw
Wind howling at the eaves
Snow flying, covering everything
Ice encasing freezes lasting for weeks
Yet in its own way
It brings a breath of fresh air to life
Resting and renewing the spirit within
Preparing for the spring growth
Storing up energy for the green rush
So that the cycle can persist