The following are all © Hollis E. Hudetz E-mail me at hollis@webhollis.com or hollism16@yahoo.com Poetry Inspired By My Wife Kimberly: Thinking About You By Hollis Hudetz The sweetest word I heard today was when a friend brought up your name. It conjured up our hopes and dreams, and also all the little things... I drowned in thought, right then and there; a peaceful death of eyes and hair. It overtook my mind and soul- the realization: you make me whole. My thoughts all hovered with one notion of complete, utter devotion to the woman with my heart; you turn loving into art. Short One By Hollis Hudetz I think my smile is at its best when your voice puts me down to rest. Waiting... Waiting... By Hollis Hudetz An eternity of waiting. My existence is a teardrop- sitting on the tip of an eyelash. Is all this waiting some sick game? My purpose seems to only prepare me for that which feels further away with each passing moment. We both made a promise to each others' heart back when forever was in our grasp. I could reach out to you and hold my future close to me. Now there aren't even straws and I grasp at nothing. Just a black midnight entertaining my heart's presence. Giving me doubts, feeding my fears. Both are of a hearty size now. I do my best to keel them with their leashes, but I have grown weary without you. I need you more each day than ever before. The hole in my heart from your absence is a deadly wound. You mend it more with each sweet kiss and "I love you" I hear from you on lonely nights... but still... I need to be with you. This Endless Pit must have a bottom. I can feel it drawing near- or maybe I'm already there. It sure is dark without your light nearby... You always made things brighter. A smile from you, and the world would agree; everything would start humming pleasant tunes. Colors would all brighten their hues. The Great Happiness you bring to me is never forgotten. Even in trying moments I'm Reminded by the overflowing Love for you in my heart. My life with you will always be a perfect dream I never want to wake from. And so I wait. For you. KIMBERLY By Hollis Hudetz K is for "kindness" and "knowledge" most deep. I is for "incredible" and "irreplacably sweet". M is for "midst", there's a goddess in ours. B is for "bright" as she calls out the stars. E is for "envy" that others may wear. R is for "respect" that we'll always share. L is for all of the "love" that we show, and Y is her "Yes" from which our lives will grow. Hearts Across The Sea By Hollis Hudetz A purple heart is loving me- sometimes its owner I can't see. Yet strongly shine her feelings though; sent across the undertow. Oceans set us both apart, yet love comes strongly to our hearts. We share connections only dreamed and happiness that never seemed to touch down, mingle and infest our shared emotions and caress; my Princess, Queen and Equal too- with her there's nothing I can't do. I love you Kim- and all you are. You have fixed my broken heart. All the faux love in the past has opened up to one that lasts. Your love and mine... ...forever entwined. A permanent love That will last all of time. Autumn's Twilight By Hollis Hudetz Colors dance all around me. Beautiful purples melt in leaves and sky; deep reds fall from the Heavens to my feet; orange-tinted oak leaves dance past peacefully in the wind. A slight chill fills my bones with a chatter as I pull you closer to me. This worn park bench was made years ago, with only this moment in mind. We watch the sea of clouds Transform into a Golden Atlantis Above us, and we bask in the fleeting moments of the Aspen Glow. Your head fits atop my heart, as you lay on my chest. "Such a beautiful sunset has never been so outdone by a Woman's Beauty," I think quietly. I brush your hair behind your ears, and your eyes shut softer than the footstep of an ant. I stop to appreciate just how much my love grows for you in each passing moment. Relaxed to a state of perfection, I place a solitary kiss upon your brow, and you crack a smile. I do so love my Autumn's Twilight. Luvin' You By Hollis Hudetz Hearts apart alike in kind will not ever seek to find hermitage or loneliness loving you is my true bliss. I Need You By Hollis Hudetz Sometimes in the day or in the night I'll stop in my tracks everything blurs together wells of tears begin to overflow I try to reach inside to my heart as I cry and stop its sobbing. It hurts to be apart... I need you. I need your love- here with me. You're the only one who can change my sobs into joy. What's In A Card? By Hollis Hudetz Some people write a lot in a card, some people feel its presence is enough. Some think they have words pre-written so they don't have to write any, and some just can't ever seem to find the right one on the rack. I just hope that any time you get one from me, you remember for that brief second of your day that I love and adore you for who you are. ...and that I always will. Other Poems: An Ode To Chicken Legs By Hollis Hudetz Dainty little chicken legs pokin' out like wooden pegs get me where I want to go through the hills and creeks and snow. Should I e'er get in a fight my enemy will see my might does not reside down there below and so that's where he'll aim his blows. But verily to his surprise my bony knees will WHACK his thighs! And ever will he curse the day that chicken legs came out to play. And too it's better there's no meat- it gives the beasts nothing to eat! So they will let me pass on by and never once I'll catch their eye. So better off I think you'll be if you have chicken legs, like me. Pain By Hollis Hudetz Can you not see my pain within? It must flash across my eyes- for I see pain in yours that mirrors my own. I have brought you a small bit of hell in this heaven we share. You and I- we are not the same, but share alike these similar fates, as if two songs alike in feel and rhyme... ...but played at the same time- two beats off from the other.... a nearly-audible switch can be heard flicking when the two songs meet on a peaceful ground, yet not moments later- another flicker- and the songs battle once more. I have tried to play your tune, and believe you have tried mine out as well. But we might be destined to this life we lead- lasting as long as "us" ...or not. I Think... By Hollis Hudetz I think, therefore I am. I am, therefore I create. I create, therefore there is truth. There is truth, hence I must think; and I think, therefore I am. Why By Hollis Hudetz Why? Why on Earth? Why in the world? ...of humans, no less? Why, God? Why Me? ... "Why NOT." Only Friends By Hollis Hudetz I'm in love with a girl from back home- it's true. Once we both loved the other, yet now only I do. "A shame," you might say, she's a nut I can't crack. I love her to death! I wish she'd come back. But alas, she won't have me; her love's dead inside. I pray it's not my fault she's shut off this side. I tried to 'goodbye' her oh, so many times. But I keep coming back- like the earth's Sun she shines! All times I confess to her how I feel, I fall into her greatness where nothing seems real. All words, then they vanish; I lose what's to say. And I pray that I'll tell her my true feelings someday. I met her it seemed, at her lowest point. Still her greatness rubs off on all she annoints! For her the whole world would I travel and bound; for her my whole life would I turn upside down. In fact, this I did when I said, "I must leave." I'm surprised when I said this, I continued to breathe. But now I've returned, loving fully again. Yet this time I'm looking just to be friends. That is what she wanted, or so I was told. By her, the most wonderful one to behold. Love and Thorns By Hollis Hudetz PART I I love, therefore I live. Love leaves, therefore I sink. I sink, therefore I feel down; I feel down, therefore I reach bottom... it opens forth, and I am born anew. A thousand sparkles cover and wash over my soul- cleansing me. The past falls away from around me. My memories accompany me now, yet do not dictate me. I hold the reins. I feel the pains. I will love again. PART II What beauty is she- who can love so shamelessly after so many hearts have been seen? But it was merely hers that needed be watched and nursed to know the unconditional lifestyle that she felt was never to be. It came in the form of a friendship- a bond stronger than lust to be sure. Yet blossomed it did, to be the greatest rose of all. And what rose is complete- without its thorns? Though it is known they can be avoided, I would rather they were simply plucked away! But 'tis no matter- their home is dwarfed by the petals. Those petals- which seem to be now so countless and endless; every time one is pulled apart from the whole it is awed at, and inspiring alone. These shall keep coming it would seem. Their origin would be unknown had not one lover found their secret... Shh... be still... Each comes to us with such beauty; such endless possibilities reaching skyward; such prophetic love, and endless intrigue from within, that for these two lovers not to know where these children of theirs have come would be a pity. So now they shall. They are sired in a place between hearts; a space where anything is welcome and where all leave reluctantly. The deep rouge of passion resides here; the brilliant white of unconditionality hums brightly there. It is the place where two can become one. A place where two hearts not only meet- but join... Where two hearts can form a multitude of emotions spanning beyond infinity... ...and fill an entire realm with their love. Brimming and humming everywhere you are. It can be felt. IF... your heart is open. So go forth now and seize your heart. Take it from the platter you placed it upon and give it the order it needs, "Come now. We shall love again." Spoken this, you have? When so done, then go forth once more as you have done so often before. It worked then as it shall work now. Your past but maps the land- like one who has seen the jungle from within. A help when there... But now your analysis shall come in... To see as the dove can- how to avoid snares and the like you ran into before. Feel the love again. And be free. Open Up, Bright Star By Hollis Hudetz I would like to write a poem of all the pretty things. This life I find surrounding me is a true and harsh reality. My hands and tongue more harsh each day; my mind more still- don't want to play. Tired feet and tired souls surround me now- how sad. A pity for my thoughts? My eyes sink lower and deeper in this life I lead, but my ears hear a ringing... Nearly an annoyance... until listened to closer... My posture straightens as I look toward All... My eyes shut soft and tightly as an orgasm of the soul overtakes my form. Light surges out of my pores, and I awaken to find my same life- yet somehow more attuned to its beauty than before. Pathway By Hollis Hudetz What is this I now feel? Is it dread or something more? I felt the Lord as he brushed away all of my doubts. I felt his hand on my back thrusting me down the path of the Righteous... I heard him calling, "this way, my son, this way." Yet now my doubts return stronger than before. I am off the path once more- and more and more each day, And no Godly voice can now be heard- only the cackle of demons inviting me into their games. But I now know that these doubts are merely emotions- and those are easy enough to control. And I can still discern between right and wrong- although sometimes I must forage quite a while to keep the path in sight. And I have learned to ignore the voices of others, and soothe my soul with words of my own breath. But still the struggle remains, and I want to break down and weep at every step... But alas, I cannot. I WILL not. For these are merely trials. And a trial is designed to find out truth. And the truth remains- I will survive. Leadership By Hollis Hudetz Many people wonder why good men opt to fight and die. Defending countries in your youth, sometimes seems the thing to do. And as we know it takes one man who'll take charge of the others and decide exactly what they'll do; when they'll attack, and when they're through. "But what now," you ask, "does it take to reach inside and activate an idividual's wont to fight, and help him decide what is right? And how exactly will he earn all men's respect and teach and learn the troop's to all be warriors instead of clerks and couriers? To instill in them dreams of war so they will climb the extra floor in battle, peace, and also life. The one to get rid of the strife. To teach them all on how to act; to give them manners; give them tact. To show them all their wrong from right and never once give up their fight against the foes they all must face, to straighten up the human race." A man who can do all that's mentioned at a length until he's pensioned must do so and maintain stride always fierce- can never hide. He must attack all tasks with zeal fervant, quick, and on the heels of all the men appointed under careful not to display blunders. But if he should make mistakes he can't be first in line to make himself excused from being human fessing up and never fuming. He can not allow to anger when errors are not a stranger. If an accident occurs, must brush it off like ticks in furs. Must realize then that he too can also create a faulty plan. But always if his men will trust- then there is nothing that he must worry 'bout while in their eyes they'll see through a faulty disguise, and know if he THINKS he's "the man" or if he'll prove in time he can live up to all he says is true and pass his confidence to you. If that's the case then do not worry, he would lead you through a flurry. You'd feel safe, though bullets flying and just knowing that him trying is the best that any'll do you'll know that he'll be there for you. This role that all your leaders play is quite paternal in a way. You'll have to look at him like Dad, or as the father you never had. At any rate this he will be and in time you will cert'nly see it takes a lot to play this role to be filled like an empty bowl. We all need food just to survive. Without it, you can't stay alive. And picture this: a potted meal that organizes how you feel. If you should eat it things will flow and life will have a normal tone. All things will be successive and put in their place without your hand even being lifted up to fill the bowl- to fill your cup. The cup of life that also needs attention to accomplish deeds. All these things are put together with less effort than lifting feathers. A leader who will know his job does not run things like he's a slob, he'll organize and delegate and mantain hope and restorate every last subordinates' 'good ethic' coordinates. He'll get them back to their best spot when they've been burning in the pot. He'll take them out and brush off grime; remind them of a better time, and motivate them to their best. Make them never want to rest! Build his men to new peak standards give them more faith than Ned Flanders. Faith that will come from within, brought out by strong words from him makes his men reach for the strength that they have waited for at length, but never knew quite how to grasp and now easily they will clasp. This kind of man is never born. He must be molded, taking form throughout his life as he sees fit, and possibly he'll never get to see the day when he's "just right": a leader of eternal might. And it is best when he does not, because that day the farm is bought. And a true leader starts to die if he thinks he's up on high. For truly we are never done we're always growing- everyone. So if he thinks he's up above and not the same there'll be no love to emanate from common men because they'll start to dislike him. And if that day ever appears he's lost support from all his peers. Then leadership will take a fall because it was replaced by gall. And so in closing, leadership is not like shooting from the hip. It's all precise and organized, behind-the-scenes and synchronized. Remember too that what you send it could say, "foe," it could say, "friend," as long as it's aimed towards your men, then it will come to you again. So if you see that you're a leader don't become a bottom feeder, treat your men all with respect if that's what you yourself expect. All of the preceding are © Hollis E. Hudetz E-mail me at hollis@webhollis.com or hollism16@yahoo.com