Poise
Poise
And yet not even the rose
knows of its beauty.
But simply how to be—a flower.
Charles Coakley Simpson
Comprehensive
Comprehensive
It has been long–I think, since I held you.
And wrapped myself warmly
Within the soft, white blanket of your skin.
Charles Coakley Simpson
Love and Death
Love and Death
May I find my blessings where they are:
Lost in the reverberating laughter of my childhood,
and hidden in the quiet moments when I held you in my arms.
Yet even as Fate scatters these fortunes to the wind
I have still to find the strength to say
Goodbye
Charles Coakley Simpson
Thorns
Thorns
Such is the threnody of thistles–
That we are always hurting the ones we love
only to be left to love the ones we hurt
when we are simply always only hurting to be
Loved
Charles Coakley Simpson
Mortality
Mortality
Merciful thread of Grace–
Why hast thou bound me with Fate?
Not e’en Destiny can show me fair recourse.
Thus will come a day, when I shall look back on today
only to know that tomorrow will ne’er
Come
Charles Coakley Simpson
Tender Hooks
Tender hooks
Tender are the hooks of what might have been
thus with fond despair I do regale in them
Splendor of sadness and lighthearted regret
are the sustenance of hearts thus beset
Might the trappings of hope been false with allure
I grieve them with grace that I may endure
Thus I pray fair the imminence of death
shall spare you the pain of my dying breath
and think of me, as I thought of you when
Tender were the hooks of what might have been.
Charles Coakley Simpson
Charles
Outlandos d'Amour 
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