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Details | Didactic | |

Speak of thee

                                        He is above us in the clouds 
                                run through the fields and speak of thee
                                              He will grow roses

                                       I will be the stem of the roses 
                                       for I shall never leave your soil

                                     You will be the tree I grow beneath 
                                             and he will be our rain.


Details | Haiku | |

Texas Wildflower Haiku : Widow's Tears

sun’s heat sunders sand
clustered lanced leaves green hug
widow’s tears collapse

Widow’s Tears is the common name for Commelina erecta var. angustifolia, they bloom on 
Texas beaches in sand or clay, and have the characteristic of flowering early in the morning 
and fading by noon. The bloom in all seasons but I chose spring to be more commonly 
approachable. [1]

[1] Wildflowers and Other Plants of Texas Beaches and Islands, Alfred Richardson


Details | Haiku | |

Ice Cream

Vanilla bean skin,
Cool sweet breath and cherry lips
Make kissing dessert.


Details | Verse | |

Secretly Obsessed

Obsessed with the thought of you
wondering if it's only me or
if you sometimes remember the sweet things you've said
and if you meant them how I took them
or if I'm just obsessed with what's in your head

Obsessed with your very sentences
Every response I take personal
I know it's selfishness
Have you not noticed my eyes?
They hold secrets that only you can unlock
if you'd just take time to fill the thick juices of my pride
It's just boiling with lust, passion, trust and distrust
and other things I obsess over so much

I find myself writing to free myself from this prison I've created
where only you and I reside
I become confused about what I'm really feeling inside and I 
try to rid the thoughts that are highly debated as false and I
begin to cry and
think of casting love spells so that the universe can deliver this affair
I know it's unfair
but I don't care

I'm obsessed with what hasn't happened between us
I'm obsessed with your heart and that the fact that 
I don't think you've even noticed my selfish innuendos 
and secret undertones that blatantly express my lust
Or maybe you have and you calmly remain in resistance of distrust 
If you could only read my mind by simply touching my fingertips,
I'm sure I'd catch you out the corner of my eye biting your bottom lip
I'm obsessed with the passion and thoughts I think you have
Obsessing over an experience that I may never have....






Details | Free verse | |

Groundswell Girl - Named by JB

Enter a storybook tale
Where I can be 
The heroine you hail
Lucid dreams of soft reflection
A touch heated with lust and desired protection
A breathe a gasp as we succeed 
Join the fairytale with me
Valiant night within dark eyes
the right movement and I make them shine
like moonlight on the steamy hot spring
care to follow for a little dip with me
Trailing like the water at my fingertips
Grasp me around my hips
As close as the breeze on my skin 
Whisper lies as I let you in 
Lips mumbling up my thighs
bare heart exposed to the sky 
fire burning in my veins
Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave
Trembling with desire
Take me till we've lost count of the hours
enter this storybook tale
Where I can be the heroine you hail


Details | Cinquain | |

Rainbow Colors (Cinquain)

Rainbow
Colorful arch
Heavenly gracious light
Glorious feeling from above
Colors



© Joseph, 8/19/07
© All Rights Reserved


Details | Sonnet | |

A Dawn Duet

Her breathing moves a strand of golden hair
that lays upon her pillow, next to mine, 
yet in this evening birdsongs on the air 
awaken me to listen and recline.

This errant bird, whose song dispatches sleep,
is laughing at a long forgotten jest
or maybe woos a distant mate who, deep
inside her feathered nest, finds better rest.

I watch the window, night begins to fade
and so do I.  As slumber beckons me
I hear a distant answer softly made:
A dawn duet resplendent in our tree.

A single song brings answers in the air
as my beloved sleeps without a care.


Details | Couplet | |

Proud to be a Birdbrain

As I listen to the lark’s surreal melody to her mate.
I wonder does she ever feel there’s too much on her plate?

Ever beside him juggling, tediously feathering the nest,
in her discomfort struggling, incubating without rest. 

I wonder if in her daydreams does she laze as her mind lingers
in bygone days pursued by teams, of young and gallant singers?

Or does she occupy her days with tending her small brood 
not entertaining winsome ways as gaping nibs crave food?

 Does he while out a’gathering, squirming tidbits for their young,
ever give way to lathering ‘cause his work is never done?

Does his keen eye ever wander over lighter creamy breasts
allowing himself to ponder his days of youthful quests,

or does his steadfast honor seek but to gather and bring home
supper for each tiny beak never thinking once to roam?

As I hear the song bird warble, with expectancy to her mate
I’m thankful for each morsel placed in love upon my plate.

And listening to the lark refrain his bride’s devoted call,
I find being called a birdbrain the best compliment of all. 


Details | Rhyme | |

Just as the Sea

The beauty of love
Is a lot like the Sea
With all of it’s power
Beautiful and free
Just as the Sea
Is bound by currents
Souls are bound
By loves torrent
Just as the Sea 
Reflects the light
Love truly is
A beacon of right
Just as the Sea
Is a provider of life
Love makes a mother
As well as a wife
Just as the Sea
Is bound to the wind
Love forever binds
Two dear friends
Just as the Sea
Needs be respected
True love is a thing
That must be protected
As the waves create
The rings of time
Forever yours
Forever mine


Details | Ballad | |

Arising Thoughts

Silent currents softly swirl
Around tree scented salty tears
Flowing forth from freshened forest
Awash from Summer’s seasoned years
Sunlight filtered through high branches
Causes mist to rise and glow
Gleaming in the golden fern
Drifting ghostly disappearing
Winsome weather wafted waves
Waking woods on Wednesday morning
Pauses kissed and shed of woe
Friendly forest fantasizes
As the life form warmly rises
Faerie elves and dwarfing dragons
Drift away in morning dew
Clarity of dawn is breaking
In the awesome reawakening
Another day is here anew
To spend in joy with you


Details | Personification | |

My Love is Like a Bird

My love is like an Owl
Knowledgeable and deep and wise
My love is like the Raven
With magic behind its eyes

My love is like an Eagle
Its lineage crowned most high
My love is like a Lark
So swift and scarce and shy

My love is like the Peregrine
Soaring silent above the hill
My love is like the Dove
Spreading peace and good will

My love is like the Stork
Bringing life so fair and bright
My love is like the Sparrow
It’s intuition for life’s fading light

My love is like the Albatross
Floating high on fair winds
My love is like the Crow
The darkened portent that it sends

My love is like the fabled Tern
Crossing continents the status quo
My love is like the Penguin
With its tuxedo in the snow

My love is like the Mynah
Able to sing any song or say
My love is like the Rooster
Heralding each brand new day

But most of all my love is like the Lovebird
Her loving song oft heard
That perfect pair to my person
And the inspiration for these words


Details | Limerick | |

Cheaper To Keep Her (Divorce Club)

(Haiku)- * Motive, infidelity messing with the Queen Bee's Honey*

Queen Bee sits on throne,
Bumble and drone bees as one
Sample flowers dew

------------------------

(Limerick) - *Admission of guilt leads to compensation*

Indeed this is how the story unfolds,
Pete said, "It's a poor rat with only one hole"...
Love had taught a sad lesson;
Divorce court was now in session,
Judge rules favor, Pete's pockets full of holes...

----------------------------

(Couplet) - *Take vows seriously payback often belongs to Spouse - Queen Bee*

Love said, "Pete too late you've opened your peepers"....
"Man, you should know it was cheaper to please her"!






Submitted for P.D.'s Divorce Club Contest (Haiku-Limerick-Couplet)


Details | Rhyme | |

The Farmer

Among the trees and flowers adorned Two hundred hence this world was born As three structures were built on high These quilted years crept slowly by No simple thoughts of future's past As the farmer struck his iron cast The horses kept their hills four to ten Which all that ever should have been But a scorched past had hid amongst his kin His five thousand acres were down to ten In halls of wood now plastics resided Circles of time that only oceans confided Ten million wheels now encased the farm Where once sat the fields and barn The farmer's wife sat amazed at this How iron and steel now replaced what's his As the weeping wife sat next to his bed The farmer's voice crept into her head Fly above what now is dear Hold the shell up to your ear Find the path that sends you back Before our mothers' Jill and Jack At the highest point stolen by the sky Climb higher and higher and wave goodbye On wings of paradise tempered but taught Fade out like the star that we once sought


Details | Rhyme | |

I Hate Aunt Floe

NOTE: This poem is a humoruos stab at PMS from a mans point of view

I can see your blood boiling
through  the blades I once called eyes,
they were once beautiful  like jewels
now they hurt my deep insides.
cutting at my guts
and like a noose on my  lungs;
your words seek like bullets 
your mouth like sniper guns.
I’m hit with each inaccuracy…
Being killed by words untrue;
and you even got the nerve
to tell me what you think I do.
But let me get mad
and try to plead my case;
then suddenly the world
is a f--ked up place.
You got tears running down…
What the Hell did I do?
We were just sitting and laughing
I could swear that we were cool.
Oh God…
Oh no…;
I should have seen it… 
It’s Aunt Floe…,
This battle can’t be won or reasoned
I think its best I go.
Cause I hate Aunt Floe 
and she hate me too;
she sit and talk sh-t
about the gum I chew. 
The color of my shirt…,
She say my look is a stair;
She say my best has no worth
And she doesn’t stop there.
I didn’t change
I’ve been the same 
these 28 days,
 but now I’m f_ckin A__hole 
Aunt Floe gave me that name.  
She said get out my face 
This aint your home no more,
But I’m more puzzled by 
What was said before.
I love you 
With her glossy eyes 
I knew it was true, 
But horribly sly
You see these words
make me the fool.
The one that’s cruel
That a__hole dude,
That sparked the fuel
To this f__kin feud.
But I swear to God
I didn’t start this sh_t,
Why would I give up my love 
To live my life like in a pit.
 This is horrible sh_t 
Wasted days spent,
On nothing but the worst
I could be bathed in your sent. 
You could be laughing 
While I’m smiling
But Aunt Floe Won’t let this be,
And the only way to make this right
Is hold my tongue  a week.
And that ain’t gone happen 
I’m a person too,
Not soft
But I got feelins
and don’t know what  to do.
Now its been six days
Unbelievable  rage,
She locked herself 
In the room
I call it her cage.
I smell a sent in the air
It wasn’t there before,
Now lookin down the hall
I see an open door.
Is this a trap 
I’ll guess I’ll see,
If I fall for another
 You know that’s dumb ass me.
Curled in the bed 
I think I know that girl,
But where’s the hells Aunt Floe
The one that f__ked my world.
She packed up and gone
Didn’t even say good bye,
Just came wit gang of bullsh_t
And vanished in the sky.
Is that you my dear
Can you please come here,
Listen close and crystal clear…
I hate Aunt Floe
 Next time she here
Make sure I’m stocked
with weed and beer.
I love you punk.  ?


Details | Lyric | |

Talking To Myself

Me: You always have your eyes and ears in the tv.

Him: What?

Me: You never hear a word I say.

Him: What?

Me: What did he just say on the tv?

Him: Silence...

Me: You sleeping?

Him: No I was just resting my eyes.

Me: Are you ready for bed?

Him: No I'm not sleepy.

Him: Snore snore snore...

Me: Come on I'm sleepy lets go to bed.



For : Frank H's " The Conversation Contest "
Written By: Carol Brown
01/19/2012
1st Place Winner



Details | Rhyme | |

The Ghost I Knew

Can I catch you
Can you stay?
Forests at wood
There we play
A gentle hand 
That fixed the dress
Brushing tears back
Saving stress
I can not bare
The oaken wave
Only memories
Can I save
I miss your hair
And what it covered
More than a mind
God knows I loved her
The ghost I knew
She rests away
I can not catch you
You can not stay.


Details | Ballade | |

The soul of the Crab

The soul of the crab

Oh how she hides behind that shell
Lets no one see her feelings
She’s practical in everything
But those feelings have her reeling
She’s sensitive, and hurt easy
And her moods they be so many
And yet she has not one bad bone
Malice, she has not any.

She be the one for queen and country
Digs into history
She’s always loyal to her kin
She loves her family
She’ll protect them with her life
Don’t no one touch her man!!!
She has a brilliant memory
And she’ll get you when she can.

Her mother, she loves very much
But her children more than that
Wherever there be family
That’s where she would be at
And how she loves to entertain
And cook delicious food
And always she will be a mother
In her heart will be her brood

9 August 2013 @ 2000hrs.


Details | Lyric | |

Dear Lover

Written September 8, 2013


Hey dear lover
Can you make me a believer in another
We both know that it's killing us this way
'Cause the ends of the earth still move
And the falling leaves dance in circles
All around you
Cutting holes in the paper
On which I write this letter
Saying, "I really hope that this gets better"
For the sake of involved
Before this binding resolution gets resolved

But I don't mind chasing thunder
Through the darkest nights
But if I never find the light
Then I just might lose my sight, over you
But what's the use
You've only caused me more and more abuse
That's why I write this letter
Saying, "why'd I ever think that it'd get better"


Details | Rhyme | |

Angels and Doves

A snow white dove flew over  the  house of  pain,
Inside the woman's agony grew as her tears rained,
Her husband and family tried to help her through,
But a broken neck is hard to bear as her pain grew.

Angels flew into the  window, whispering words to help
As the family dog excitedly began to yelp,
The angels said she would be safe in her husband's arms-
And his great love would keep her  safe from  all harm.

The dove cooed brightly outside the window pane
While nibbling slowly on the blowing grain,
Children and grandchildren gathered 'round her bed,
In prayer and weeping, they bowed their heads.

Pure love flowed  from them to the lady fair
As they thought of the joy felt in her loving care,
The angels flew in often with touch so light
That  our lady knew she would soon be all right.


Details | Personification | |

Black Widow

She's got a plan
just moved to Florida
one week in the hole
a forced proposal...

"yeah...
uh...
maybe if I get a job with insurance;
we'll get married...
then you'll have insurance too!"

a bribe
the spider web is officially constructed
"Charlotte's web"
no...we'll name it
the Black Widow!


Details | Haiku | |

LOVE - HAIKU

Love is as love does Peace begets peace; happy day Unconditional


Details | Free verse | |

My Nest

Love is my nest.
It holds me
where all the world I see.
It saves me
from the ground
which my soul will never meet.

Up in a forest tree
hunters scattering in threes
they'll never catch me
I have love.
I am perfectly happy.

relaxed I am
I do not stress
for there isn't life
without my nest.

who cares what's below?
I am above.
love is my nest
My nest is my love.


Details | Romanticism | |

Reflections in the Firelight

The wood is piled
my emotions riled
Sweet expectations
settle in my soul

Sweat dappled brows
my emotions drowse
sudden conclusions
fill in the hole

of my heart.

The fire started in the pit
warming ourselves 
in it's globe
and there we sit
like two lost elves
waiting to disrobe

Take your time,
Love
The perfect man
does exist.

rlm '09


Details | Ballade | |

Amidst the flowers

Love midst the flowers

The roses bloom so endlessly
In pink and red and yellow
And orange too with purest white
As the morn feels soft and mellow
We sit together drinking tea
As love fills all of me
And oh, it feels so wonderful
Cause, that’s the way love be.

The birds sing out in tenderness
As they pray to the golden sun
And you and I sit sipping tea
No longer two, but one
As the love, the joy of perfect love
Does deep within me sing
Those birds are singing just for us
And so much bliss do bring.

The Sun shines in the deep blue sky
I smell the whiff of Jasmine
As love sings from a gentle heart
Above all worldly din
As you and I together, dear
We sit here sipping tea
Nothing matters in the whole wide world
But the love twixt you and me.


Details | Blank verse | |

Biting my Tongue Again

My tongue
has no more blood; 
no tissue to slide through my teeth.

I have bitten my tongue
so long
my message deflates beneath.


©  2011  ~JSLambert Esquire


Details | Rhyme | |

Cinco De Mayo

 Packed a picnic for the middle of the night,
sandwiches,chocolet stawberrys , liqueur taste just right,
 Smoke a lil sumthin to make us feel so light,
My baby sister here, we can never feel so tight,
 One candle burning flickering just right,
Here with our loves, the moon shines so bight,

 We walk through the trails, to stretch our legs and feel the air,
we get so spooked we run back feeling fear,
 We laugh out loud to clear the air,
 Enjoy this time from here to there,
Cinco de mayo is outa sight,

We love each other all so right.


Details | Rhyme royal | |

Lose Control

Let’s lose control
Let’s entice the soul,
With champagne swishes
Chilled in iced bowls.
From your head to your toes
Every nerve will explode, 
Every body sensation
I’ve cracked nature’s code.
It’s not on paper 
It’s what your face shows;
It tells me go fast
Then it tells me go slow,
Then blows my mind
Showing Lose control.
All exposed
The most radiant glow,
The most beautifulness thing 
Ever let go.
Lose control
Feel safe…there’s no foes,
Only me…Let go…
Lover Lose Control.


Details | Rhyme | |

My Wife - The Desert

Went for a ride with my wife into the desert.
Going for stationhouse rides can be fun, lots of pictures.
The wife is an artist in her own right picks sometime come first, painting next.
Watching her passion taking her pictures, I realize she’s the best.

This was quite a sight, the panoramic view and my loving wife.
As she cooed and chirped, excited at what she had shot, I knew she was the love of my life.
How to imply? What I’m trying to say? Both artistically shined.
Knowing her best knowing that loving smile. I love this wife of mine.

Passionate yes’ anything she does she is passionate.
From her love for “us” to the love of others she has a heart that truly is great.
She cares about this desert world, its people, there hunger, to the deserts majesty.
So when she saw the trash dumped along the road and trail she saw the travesty.

Telling me; “Look babe look what people do to God’s earth, they come a short way and dump trash.”
“Animals critters they don’t throw garbage on the ground’ humans waste and hurt the earth, they are brutal and harsh.”
I saw the pictures she took, clumps of tires human trash bags, filled with waste, and a crushed desert flower.
Noticing the other great pictures she took, my inner voice said.” say something this is the hour.”

The deserts yes only dirt, but so much more a solitude, a place where even Jesus and Moses travelled through.
Calmness spirituality like the ancient ones, the mystics who live here and only the old one really know.
This is what the Holy Spirit reminded of me, we are made in God’s image it’s really our Lord’s world.
Animals, birds, they have better sense they are truly blessed, they are innocents, in some way they also know that God’s plan is about to unfurl.

Our desert the Mojave is such a Spiritual, quiet, serene place.
Painted with the fingers of God for “us” not to harm it. Throwing our trash out there is a disgrace.
Like so many things, sometimes small things of really count and matter. Our desert is no toilet.
It’s full of color brightness, serenity, my wife when out with her camera, sees a special color, sometimes blue, gray sometimes violet.

Like me my wife and those who love the place, God’s place, ask. Please dispose your trash elsewhere.
Even though considered by some to be nowhere, it’s a Holy Spiritual place there.
Just imagine our Creator producing this breathtaking panoramic view.
For “us” the ones made in His image, loving “us” giving “us” a chance for a short time being with God the wife and I, to see the beauty, not the trash, and be at peace too


Details | Haiku | |

Excitement

Nature’s primal drive
Sensual touches from thee
Raptures deep inside


Details | Quatrain | |

My Promise

As rain drops never fails to touch the land
As waves never fails to overcome the sand
As birds never fails to reach highland
I'll never fail to love you till the end


Details | Free verse | |

It Looks Like Love to Me

You smile
You ask
No easy task
To put it into words
I look
And see 
Then say, it looks like love …to me

It’s that blanket on a winter night
You wrap around me oh so tight
The way you want to make things right
Honey, it just has to be, 
It looks like love…to me

You laugh
You say
There’s no other way
To be just who you are
I smile
Happily
Then say, it looks like love …to me

It’s the way you take me in your hold
You never let our love grow old
There’s not one doubt, for me I’m sold
Honey, it just has to be, 
It looks like love…to me

If love was ever one person
Then babe it would you
There is no other word for this
That’s why our love holds true

You look
Then smile
All the while
You never look away
My eyes
They see
It looks like love… to me

Yeah, honey
It looks like love… to me


Details | Lyric | |

Black Love

  
                 Black LOVE

             My head rested
on the pillow of her smooth skin.
She opened the curtains of her being,
My hands slip into indulgence while 
 they explored her expansive dark skin.
With half words she whispered moans,
 followed by screams of passion.
With her shadow I bounded, as she 
swarmed waters of our endless longing passed.

                         By
                     Jay Johnson


Details | Rhyme | |

The Problems Solved

The Problem’s Solved

A baboon by his very nature
Urinates in only one spot
He leaves a scent
Right where he went
And that scent to him is hot
If he’s gone from Bulawayo
Fifty miles or more
He’ll return to Bulawayo
When his bladder he must pour
Now an enterprising chemist
In Bulawayo town
Thought maybe baboon urine
Would make her man stay around
Mixing baboon urine and soil
She forms a little cake
Sells it to other women
And boy the dough she makes
She tells Zimbabwe women
To rub it you know where
And once their man has smelled it
He will always come back there
Her stall’s at the city toilets
At the Bulawayo bus depot
An average day is thirty cakes
To women on the go
To women with man troubles
With husbands that tend to stray
She says with baboon urine
That tend will go away
Although the smell is pungent
Zimbabwe women swear
That once a man has dipped his rod
His rod will go just there
There is no scientific proof
These cakes will do the trick
And if you’d ask your Uncle Mike
He’d say “the lady’s sick”
But never one to interfere
If not personally involved
If the he and she both think it works
Then I guess the problem’s solved


Details | Free verse | |

For As Long As The Stars Shine

Today the planets align,
Blessing from the celestial divine.

My love is now thine,
Our romance coincides a cosmic sign.  

For as long as the stars shine,
You will always be mine.


Details | Lyric | |

Halloween's Song

Its your Halloween rave, having your mascaraed
With all your best friends from back in the day
Liz Lauren and Blake and while they're dressed like skanks
I'm on the front line of battle
Howlin like jackle with A real nasty cackle
puttin a razor blade in the sack of Blake's apples
crack in Lauren's snapple
Staddle Liz like mclovin
But I am more like faghole As I babble at her ass
Axe her fast and mash her up like cattle
Sneak back and tackle your dad and put him in shackles
Shove sour patch kids Down your trap and gaggle
Its abominable, so unbelievable
But its inevitable, the end is kissable
I have rattled these kids psyches 
squirming like a centipede, cutting them like celery 
hear their squeamish screams echo in the streets
as the  creepy bells of the chapel ring


I remain a mystery
You'll need nancy drew, and at least 3 of the hardee boys to find what I'm up to
Theres this gloom that looms down in your basement room
Consuming shrooms, enhaling fumes to escape your doom
Witches zoomin by on their brooms makin sonic booms
Quick call scooby doo, but I killed him too
You heard a loud pound cause I cut the fuse so you
Run away to a motel room, assuming your safe
And As you look the other way,
I got my fangs in your veins and stranglin your neck
Too bad you didn't text your friends to tell them who is next
Hmm let me think for a sec. As Hex your boy  rex 
with an incessant twitch, till he is dead in a ditch
Hang him from bunny man bridge
Yo dude turn the lights on
But there's no flip to switch , I have flipped the script
Its bewitched with no miss to kiss
Exorcist with no priest to dismiss the spirit

So the town clock strikes half past 3
There's one last gas before i must sleep
Or i will crash fast if the light touches me
Put on the mask jack, just like the sixth scream 
I need to grasp havoc, till i hear shrills and shrieks
Please back rabbit, these chills aint for teens
As I stick a cherry bomb in your moms exhaust pipe
Run up on you  with nine a knife, and the head of your wife
Its useless I'm the nuisance that's abusive yet conducive
To your fear that I am near So close I could whisper in your ear
Smell the shampoo in your hair Wipe the floor with your tears
And as you look up in the mirror
I'm there ready to smear your blood all over the chair
as I stab you with my spear I crush a coors beer then
Leave you re crops there dead, red spread on the floor
But I hear a knock on the door
Are you okay honey? "Yes mommy,  just got a cold sore"


Details | Rhyme | |

Poetry About Poetry

Shades of color bounce within
Singing their hues dancing in place
Vivid lines colored outside
Rules broken with empty space
A midnights dream heard and seen
Gleaming from the twinkle of a eye
Wings touched flown and plucked
Gliding like a bird up in the sky
Wishes from pennies thrown into tears
The reservoir over flowing with pigments of pain
Drowning from the shadows 
The flood paints the day
Words speak volumes of silence hidden
Their sounds blind to what they see
Mirrors of nouns and verbs 
Their meaning and secrets lost at sea
Emotions ruled by laws of language
Spelled in boxes of glass
Melted from sands inside
That voices strangle to grasp


Details | Romanticism | |

Meant To Be

Flowers blooming and birds singing,
a gentle breeze blows against the wind,
watching the leaves dancing in the air,
not a single cloud is visible in the sky.

Dancing underneath the swaying trees,
holding onto each other as closely as possible,
feeling the heat of the sun setting on our skin,
nothing else matters to us in this time and place.

As we softly hold onto each other close,
we listen carefully as our hearts beat as one,
together so full of tender love and life,
we couldn't imagine a better place to be.

Two hearts tied together as one,
rings of promise and vows of honesty,
as I take you and you take me,
we say yes and seal it with a kiss,
and as we look into each others eyes,
we knew that this was meant to be.


Details | Free verse | |

Waiting

Friday leaps through the window
curtains swing to the swish of the sea.

Spirit sparkling, dizzy for your return
I wait for your call, scanning the dawn.

Church bells chime down the hillside,
the village stirs under a honeysuckle sky.

A lemon field sleeps beneath the mountains,
plum purple with wild scented heather.

Life peeps from geranium doorways
as the blush of our weekend beckons.

Love burns red as a mid-summer rose
until Sunday sobs through the window.

And we yearn for Friday to leap again.


Details | Rhyme | |

Why

Here we go again, you yelling and my head doin spins.
Now both so loud…both tryin to win.
A battle not ment to be, between two who have something so unique;
Now hot biting lips and at times can’t speak.
B_tch is a word I try not to say, I know it burns but what else can I say
You choppin at me like a tree, molding me like clay.
Into who you see in front of you,
Doing stupid things I wouldn’t think to do.
But you know what “f__k this” “I can’t take it no more”
How strong can a man be, when he like nailed to the floor.
And you can take it how you wanna
Cuz that’s where we at right now,
Cuz don’t forget what you throwing
Also hitting like kapow!!!
When all I wanted to do…was just lay down.
So could you please just stop and think of this
You and I in this frantic twist.
All I want is my baby’s kiss.
Brainstorm…and imagine me,
Think of my eyes and what they see.
Something not working that used to be.


Details | Quatrain | |

My Treasure Chest

I was doing yard work the other day,
planting some flowers all around.
While digging in dirt, close to the fence,
I heard a clackity sound.

As if the metal of the spade was hitting some wood
and some metal, too, I heard.
To my surprise, I remembered just then,
the chirping of the birds.

See, there was a time, for memories sake,
when my family and I stored our thoughts
within a chest of metal and wood,
from the antique store, we bought.

We placed the chest out in the yard
on a bright and sunny day
and while digging the hole to place it in
the birds were just chirping away.

My sons and my daughters, my wife and I
placed pictures and such within
So, one day in the future, when we need it most,
the memories will come back to us again.

So, just knowing they’re there, is memory enough
for me to be content for now.
One day when my children have all grown up,
my wife and I will dig deep down.

So, I covered my hole with plenty of dirt,
but, first threw flower seeds in
with hopes that the memories, like seeds that they are,
will grow and flourish, again.

So, my treasure chest, there, remains in the yard
waiting for that one special day
when my family and I need to return
to those years that have gotten away


Details | Lyric | |

Beloved

Loved by the earth,
loved by the sky,
caught in the middle 
till the day you die.

You play in the sunshine
and dance with the moon,
you dress your hair up
with the flowers of June.

Loved by the earth,
loved by the sky,
caught in the middle,
my love, don't cry.

You dress up in fashion,
wear nothing at all,
just be sure that 
you hear when I call.

Loved by the earth,
loved by the sky,
caught in the middle 
till the day you die.


Details | Nonet | |

German Volksmarches

I'd buy Stars And Stripes on Thursdays
To plan Saturday's volksmarch trip.
Vineyards along the Mozel,
On bluffs above castles,
Thru medieval towns;
This Sergeant loved
Those German
Volksmarch
Hikes


Details | Verse | |

The Ornament

For you I've awaited a lifetime
in whose heart is clarity
every virtue in you is realized
individual traits of a rarity
 
Your foresight understands ages
like gems your facets reflect
every spectrum covered rainbow
in the things you did not neglect
 
You have focused upon the real life
sought the finest treasures to find
found the path to eternal glory
your approval by God kept in mind
 
Every essence of your person I savor
like sweet smelling smoke of incense
you have kept your garments of whiteness
and washed your hands in innocence 
 
In every course followed your Master
did seek every lesson he taught
applied them with skill and precision
and reigned in your every thought
 
You listened to every Word spoken
and dug into the mysteries ground
wrote them upon the flesh of heart
your possessions as they were bound
 
You have removed all that's discordant
polished every jewel to a shine
placed them in a filigreed setting
the traits that will last for all time
 
How carefully you took in instruction
each quality conformed to what's right
did arrange a garment worth wearing
each quality lustrous in light
 
Your baring of it's graces are lovely
within your heart there lay no fraud
I've exalted you with rejoicing
You have put on the Love of our God
 
 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | Haiku | |

Night Autumn Psalm


Night autumn psalm:
firefly glows, my
wife is calling



Details | Couplet | |

Still Connected

From planted seeds, trees have grown.
My hope, regards this scene, is to remind you of home.

Rooted and grounded have the trees come to be.
From different forests, though, are both you and me.

Yet, like one tree that grows and bares many branches:
Rather northward, to the south, eastward, or to the west;

And no matter where fruits from a tree are selected.
I want you to know we're still connected.


Details | Blank verse | |

Remebering

There goes that smile again, 
loose
like a stray hair, 
greying;
caught upon the breeze.
You wheeze out a last laugh remembering times gone,
Back when you shone. 
Now only with mind's eye, 
rose-tinted,
is it hinted that you knew of the summer and spring.

Smile-wrinkles and worry lines still enchant,
Even as they plant: 
bitter-sweet feelings deep in my soul.
Crow's-feet 
clutch
as memories call out their last sweet siren song.

Past these old lips a complaint spills:
discomfort and distance.
Far from me,
lost.
As the frost covers your world, 
those first flakes stick.
You again thick in fog 
moan about those kids and how they sing.

Holding your hand I take night watch, 
weep silently at endless loss.
Later as I toss and turn I imagine that your mind 
remains intwined with mine.
That all, for now,
is fine with you, 
I forget all life now is tinged with the bitterest sting...
But then I remember...


Details | Dodoitsu | |

SACRED OAK



Great Spirit, my wife withers the sky wants her to return let the wind carry your roots she is milkweed seed Great Spirit, the land empties war takes my people away their blood stains the forest floor your peace will bring life Great Spirit, we honour you generations speak your name though seasons drop like fall leaves thank you for your gifts
By Cyndi MacMillan, For Russell Sivey’s Trees Content This is the story of the Sacred Oak of Lenni Lenape tribe of the Delaware First Nation People. The Sacred Oak is a 500 year old Chinkapin Oak that is located in the Oley Valley of Pennsylvania. According to Native American lore, a young chief’s lovely wife is so gravely ill that she is near death. Desperate to save her, the chief goes to the Sacred Oak and asks for his wife’s life. When he returns to his camp, his wife is well. Years pass and the tribe is at war with another tribe. Again, the chief travels to the Sacred Oak and asks the Great Spirit for guidance. The chief is granted an idea and gathers blankets and beads and gifts for his enemy. The gifts are accepted and the rival chiefs smoke a peace pipe. The Sacred Tree became a place where one could find help from the Great Spirit. The tree still stands. It is over 500 years old and stands 73 feet tall and is over 21 feet in girth. Recently, deadwood was trimmed so that the tree can continue to grow. Chief Gentlemoon and 25 people from the Lenni Lenape tribe have held a ceremony to revitalize the tree. Though the tree is situated on private land, it is accessible to the general public for viewing.


Details | Romanticism | |

On A Sagging Couch

                        

                                                And            You
                                           I                              Are
                                         Have                          The
                                         The                           Half
                                            Other                     Of
                                                 Half           This
                                                          Heart
             Sitting on a sagging couch
                                                       Remembering, the olden touch
             Robin warbles, on tree of pears 
                                                        Own memories, of yesteryears
             How many storms passed?          
                                                         Yet, to anger, we never rushed
             Summer has faded, now is fall
                                                          Always together, we will recall
             Counting the golden leaves
                                                      On the garden, a spider weaves
             Till the nagging rains come
                                                      Seaming our breath, with a hum
             Of warm embraces and kisses 
                                                        Edifying once more, the pieces
             Of love, till the next cockcrow
                                                      O! Forever, you and me, the vow
             The dreams, from yesterday
                                                          Live, for tomorrow…and today
             Remembering, the olden touch
                                                  In love, sitting on a sagging couch


 


Details | Haiku | |

a mom and her child...


a mom and her child...
enjoying the quiet lake,
my priceless treasures 


Details | Lyric | |

cjh

it feels good to know 
I have found someone 
who cares as much 
as I love the sky 
as I love the rain 
as I love spring 
or a summer day 
it feels good to know 
I can look in your eyes 
and not be denied 
the love I feel inside 
is more precious than 
the first blooming flower
the first clap of thunder 
the first ray of sun 
after a shower 
it feels good to know 
where ever we go 
you are always with me 
by my side
and knowing you love me 
makes me fly
higher than the biggest plane 
further than geese on autumn days 
for I am undoubtably yours
forever.


Details | Haiku | |

Water into Wine

The best wine at last
Out of clay jars of water
His first miracle


Details | Ballad | |

moment that lasts forever

She is a blank canvas I am the artist Love is the perfect portrait that we make. I search for a moment that lasts forever. Something to express what i feel for her. My unchained emotion, that goes on forever unchained, unlimtied and untamed. You cant cage this animal nor tame this lion in me called love, nor arrest it's cousin, passion or its uncle, emotions. I adorn her earth with kisses ravish the garden called her trinity, each sound turns the grass greener. earth shattering pulsations on this bed love founded on a bed of fresh roses She is a blank canvas I am the artist Love is the perfect portrait that we make. I search for a moment that lasts forever.... That lasts forever. amen


Details | Free verse | |

Changeling

I go away down I tell you
I go away down to the river
Leaving the vulgar world behind
I need to go down alone
Alone with the roots
That grown strong then old

I need to think about me
Will be a second me?
Will be one who will look
Like me before I'll return?

When the last drop of a star
Beginning to fill up the natural
Pond with news grasses
Where the meadow
Will laugh with bright color

I will call you I promise you at least
I will be in the last minutes
When I was ready to die.


Details | Rhyme | |

Song of Betrothal

I have sought your place down by the sea
for a heart like mine trothed in unity
I have searched the lands low and high
for Love that would extend unto the sky

I have walked the mountains path and trails
hunting a beloved who never fails
go forth oh daughters of the land
there is only one woman I'll take in hand

She is fair, my love, and tender of heart
I dream she's there when the day does start
her words are honey within it's comb
the only one I will bring to my fathers home

I seek for you now most everywhere
looking for the sun shining in your stare
there beauty lies within flowing robes
and inner light whose bright blaze shows

She'll think of me as her comely Lord
with my company never will be bored
with many talents is she graced
among the peoples her work is traced

She's the fruit of the vine unto my smile
will speak sweet truth without any guile
she'll enfold me with serene embrace
lift her eyes up to seek my face

She'll reach forth to take hold my hand
and follow my paths throughout the land
our children will all become one nation
The stars of heaven will be our station

sources Song of Solomon Proverbs 31:10-31 
Apocalypse 7:1-8 21:9-27 
The Bride of Christ the true temple of God
the 144,000 kingdom of kings and priests
sealed to Gods service as differenciated from
the great crowd that come thru the 
apocalypse 7:9-17

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller


Details | Rhyme | |

Song of the Bride

My Lord is he who sits on the throne
I await his return to enter his home
I am unworthy my Lord to recieve your grace
a slave in the world has been my place

Why would the lowly you engage
the house of sin has been my cage
you purchased me and gave me leave
into your freedom I was recieved

You washed me clean and gave me robes
the colors of the fields are now my clothes
the strength of your soul must I seek
for I am abject and very weak

Tears of joy do stream my face
within your mansion I have found a place
a humble servant you have lifted high
Your tender mercies shape my cry

Master you are and will remain
favor of countenance do I gain
Instruct me my Lord in your ways
In your house I will find length of days

I am far from home it is my fear
that I will fail before redemptions here
await I for the chariots carriage
to be recieved and prepared for marriage

My Lord and King tarry not long
for my desire is to sing your song
with exultation and joy within your grace
awaiting am I to look upon your face

sources Song of Solomon
Proverbs 31:10-31
Apocalypse 5:9-10 7:1-8 14:3-5
15:3-4 21:9-27 Matt 25:1-13
John 3:29

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller


Details | Verse | |

Face Off

Your face is ever before me
     like a painting etched in sky
as the dusk of dawn approaches
     still seeking the reasons why
 
I would set upon your head a crown
     before you would I bow
with affection would I clothe you
     if knew I only how
 
Every sight of you is pleasure
     your voice to me a song
every feeling within that's stored up
     to be empty of it wrong
 
Never have eyes seen so much
     stored in a well of man
fought have I with resistance
     It's course for me unplanned
 
The mountains into the valley slide
     the path of which you spake
to empty there every river
     like the fig in wind does shake
 
My ear has heard its calling
     like angels in the wind
the words of a heart falling
     to reason its amend 
 
Every note has played its key
     upon us did aria descend 
the chords of exultation
     a song can none pretend
 
Every key has its own note
     every scale its own cry
every sound of truth you hear
     will every lie defy
 
You are my beloved one
     none can you replace
in every place I seek you
     to have my eyes             upon your face
 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | Free verse | |

Childbirth

You have consummated the dream
upon its fertile mind            have given birth
your Sons are to be Kings for ruling in the earth
like life I wish that we would never part
our connection like the beating of one heart
 
because I have believed your heart was true
therefore did I give mine               permanently to you
You have shown me      a love of Sons of Men
not of his clothing         but what he hides within
you didst reveal this                   by your own right hand
did speak soft words until     we could understand
You saw not my skin                or what one outside see
you gazed within             looked upon the real me
 
Enfolded in your arms just like a child
your forgiveness and tender mercies mild
where you hold us until each of us can hear
understand completely the Words spoken in our ear
 
Love should have been the first thing
you met when you were born
the warm embrace which followed
when from wombs comfort torn
 
Cradle me my Beloved in your arms
hold at a distance all of my alarms
I want to walk with you 
until there's endless days
seek the crown of creation
and understanding of his ways
pleasant are the days I spend with you
my Lord , just master of his house
to you my one only
is my heart espoused
Like a mighty warrior you have mounted up
the valor of your deeds have filled my every cup
without you near my heart is empty still
but cries with its distress
until with you my life instill
 
As  bird you gathered us beneath your wings
your endearment descends like mountains streams
there within the wilderness were we broken
until we received knowledge of the promise spoken
 
Songs of the Kings
 
 
 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | Quatrain | |

As We Walk

Today I pondered, what is my purpose in this ancient world
As I tread in hand with my exquisite golden haired lady
To where the cerulean sky touches the primeval sea
The lacey gown of the ancient goddess above us sprawling

I consider the ground beneath, once covered by immortal ice
Grinding the very top soil that nurtures our secret Eden
Its eventual melting, carving our concealed island home
While we walk the beach upon the bones of creatures departed

Down to the waves where the mighty eagles fish for their hatchlings
The gulls crack the inky colored muscles upon the hard stones
The clams spout fountains of water from their soft sandy abodes
Hermits scurry before us as we kneel by the water’s edge

We give thanks for all that’s been provided by the great mother
Watching the cold sea approach and retreat with constant rhythm
As we both inhale the briny salt air, watching the tall sails
Holding her soft hand, twas at that moment I knew my purpose

© Copyrights G. Jones 2008


Details | Lyric | |

we started out kinda

we started out kinda real young
baby i know i was a fool,
now ive grown up
all of the things we use to do
do you remember
i wanna be your man,
aint tryna be ya friend (be ya friend)

so tell me do you like it
drop, top, mercedes benz
top up ,cause your hair be (blowin thru da wind)
wheels spinning, hair did( blingin ring) ya dig

she pull up at the club lookin like, millions,
billions, watching you from a distance
all the fellas be watching you like a vision
ya sexy thighs,sexy hip, sexy midsect
looking real good,make a reggin wanna hit that,
forget that, i think im ready for commitment
so are you ready for submission

"oh"

n-e-ways, i know you with him for a short change
but you and me together forever,
will never change
when i was younger all i thought  about was spitting game
never caring about your feeling was to remain,
the same, im sorry i cause you all this pain ( i promise you)
i fill them all with brighter days
(and hopefully) i just get a chance to say, that
(i love you) and i hope that you feel da same way 

Hmmm....


we started out kinda real young
baby i know i was a fool
now ive grown up
all of the things we use to do
do you remember
i wanna be ya man
aint tryna be ya friend, be ya friend

i aint tryna be ya friend...
girl i only wanna be ya man
so baby want you let me in...
and i promise it will never end
repeat2x


Details | Rhyme royal | |

Woman!

The complete opposite of a man… 
Existence is unique and never less than.
Her presence can be compelling and desirable,
Forthright, like a force from nature, unstoppable!
Exuding feminine qualities that are mesmerizing,
So much so, that it’s uncanny and amazingly hypnotizing. 
In a noble manner that she sees fit to fashion,
She is capable of undeniable passion.
When she loves, her emotions prevail,
Her warmth and loyalty with adoration we hail,
For her wholesome nurturing shall never fail.
In respect to her genuine, moral sense,
A being that epitomizes beauty and intelligence,
So with this I say with pertinence,
Show a woman honor, respect, to emphasize her importance.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

SIXTYTWO

 SIXTYTWO 
SIXTYTWO 
 
 
Therebedragonflies 
 
CharlaXFabels 
 
There is no darkenness in the LORD my GOD he is perfect and forever more the 
creation He has made a little less than perfectly but some things he made to 
warm our hearts in spring are nearly formed as close to GOD he loves them all 
the dragonflies is one of those they meet all the requirements for our love. 
Four wings so delicately made to fly. A faces only mothers could have loved. NO 
reason much to live except just to exist existence then is love. They fly and have 
ewe noticed them at night how they like to lite near open water near a waterfall 
ewe find them mostly brown but there aer read ones and some blue ones and 
some good ones no they are only good ones and they spy on lovers in the night 
One heart lonesome thinking of her man one heart yearning to be a man they 
find each other in the dragon fly again. Water drowns a man he wants to swim 
into the underwater dragonfly the lair of all the mermaid wishes she is there oh 
mye Ianthe. You are terribly adorable! mon ange. 
<3 
>.< 
Soon the dragonflies will come back again 
L()()K at this it seems that love has blinded her to mye reality she waits and 
searches for our love amid the gleaming pearls of water searching for the wings 
the spotted owl no the raven quoted no the flying serpent there no it is the yellow 
tail the golden flyer there the portent of mye heart turned into love. 


Details | Narrative | |

The Big Fish

The acrylic line pulled taught as he bit down.
The lake was so still as to mimic a black oil slick -
She suddenly breaks away and churns like an overcooked pot -
Ripples glide along the boats surface
As he grabs the rod.

Closure burns hot in his mind as his weathered hands grip the reel.
The tug of the monster that lurks beneath the boat  -
makes his cameo appearance in the murky underbelly - 
Thudding against the bottom of the old boat
As the crickets sing.

His mind randomly jumps back to a memory.
He remembered his father’s old tackle box -
Remembering the pity he had on the writhing worm - 
And the sickening feeling as dad hooked him
And cast his line.

His wife knew he was out here and disapproved.
Even though she didn’t even say a word but turned over -
She avoided saying a word while he pulled the rubber waders
Over his plaid pyjama bottoms 
And quietly closed the door.

This was surely the biggest Bass on this cursed lake.
Confidence oozed from his knarled fingers as the catch came closer -
Finally he’d prove the old bat wrong and defy his lodge buddies -
No more mocking and no more duelling with the woman
He sighs with relief.

The rod bent under the heavy weight of the bass’s fight.
But he was determined to prove his wife wrong -
The lake was alive with excitement as if the trees themselves
Were watching every second leading up to the arrival
When the line broke.


Details | Free verse | |

Hmm! I Know That Smell

A scent, so rare 
Of purity, fills the air passing
Through the slightly opened-window
Of my upper room 
Hmm! I know that smell, it’s not from 
The lone noble fir, outside, standing
Proud, with its fine fragrant foliage
Nor, from the sweet-scented creamy 
Fruits, of grandpa’s strawberry trees
I went near the window
And, I peeked childishly
Lo! I saw a fiery
Lips as red as the roses
Flutter, like a majestic butterfly
In a morning breeze 
There, in the garden, a woman 
So lovely, with a brown smooth skin
And long black hair, listens 
To the silent hymns, of Angels’ trumpet 
As, the bluish sky, in sight, watching 
The fairest of all creatures
While, the warbling birds nestling
On an oak tree, where once I tattooed
The symbol, of great love
Whispered to her, of my sudden peeking
She looked up, at me
Sheepishly, I waved my hand….
But, she threw me 
Her sweet morning grin
Now, I know why 
Envy lingers around the town 
It’s ‘cos of my priceless treasure
From among the many, she chose 
Me, to be the rightful owner, of her smile


Details | Free verse | |

The Garden Ceremony

Early evening, 
the sun descended slowly 
capturing the beauty of the surroundings.
Walking on,
the crowd gathered further down
for celebration of the love, the ceremony.
She was radiant,
compared to the flowers about,
she was a rose in a field of lilies and daphodils.
She smiled,
generating her own sunlight,
casting her beauty for the crowd to witness.
He waited.
With a joyful anticipation
He welcomed this beauty with a smile.

They turned,
together, facing each other
and facing the love of new tomorrows.
The sun descended,
but remained in the sky for them
casting new shadows of love on every tomorrow.


Details | Free verse | |

TALL TREE

TALL TREE 

Tall Tree 
She is not short this lady she is not so VERY tall to out shine me she loves me 
this eye  knoe she clearly knoes 
She clearly knoes eye am a short white man this is no puppy love she even 
knoes eye am religious and she makes references to GOD and this is pleasing 
unto me this religousness inside of TALL TREE she love me. 
There aer not too many creek Indian lady who make eye at me 
this one eye will keep her as iff we married back when we met 
the many people that eye have known the sins and aggravations 
just seem to disappear when eye have my sweetY heart again 
she is the tall creek Indian maiden pocahuntus called Tall Tree. 
She is the only Valentine for me.


Details | I do not know? | |

Help Wanted

My love is as the summer's sky,
And gentle as the breeze.
My love knows exactly why
I can write of her with ease.

She's warm as a summer's sun,
Which her beauty outshines.
All natures beauty formed into one,
Of God's wonderous designs!

My beautiful help meet.
My best friend.
The reason for my heart beat,
And love to never end.


Details | Romanticism | |

Why I Adore the Rose


Day reveals 
the personified beauty
of the rose, while 
night hones 
the edges of its thorn

I kept the luster 
blooms, so tender, to my skin
and the blades I bathed 
them in the sunshine
of my young heart

I prowled, constantly, at her 
articulate smile, translated by 
the flickering flames of 
her mystic fire, the true reason
why I adore, so much, the rose

 



Details | Rhyme | |

Many Lights

There are many kinds of light in the world,
But my light outshines every one.
Even the full moon among the stars
Can only reflect me; I am the sun.


Details | Bio | |

Flowered Forestry

And so they go zap zooming
Through the Summer rain drops
Pausing under wider sun flower leaves
to flicker off the heavier of water
glistening emerald ruby glints of light
That fill a nearby watcher with delight

Flickering like faerie through the stems and stalks
With all the yellow finches hanging upside down
On flower heads they planted here last season
Simply pecking in to let the seeds fall down
In a sky high forest fed by koi beside their pond
That rooted where she cleaned and dumped the filter
To burst in blooming clumps on trunks instead of stalks

It's not hard to love this witch without a wand


Details | Romanticism | |

In Her Garden


“Oh, Thor, the sun is playing 
with you and there is a sweat 
on your face!” Wife said.

Strolling in the garden 
of her life, the fruits are ripen
‘though the air is so dry.

“Thor, let me pick 
a juicy strawberry for your 
mouth!” She teased. 

I led her— 
as she closed her eyes, sipping 
my rugged breath.

“I’ll be your earth, my Thor. Sow your seeds 
in me. I’ll water them with dews of my heart
and keep them warm in the womb of love!”

Gently, I bent my head at her breasts 
and smelled the honey-scented milk
of her sweet Clematis Cirrosha skin. 


Details | Free verse | |

Her Sweat


The morning is so bright, 
the kitty cat sits again 
before the tv set,
through the window I see 
the garden is blooming,
purple-violet and scented honey cream.

Fortuitously, there’s no bee 
to harass the garden, only the eager 
orb is here 
to sip the lady’s sweat,
her sweat run down the earth, whence 
the morning is risen, so bright. 


Details | Tanka | |

The Sower and the Tree


O thee, the sower, 
who’s sowing but not reaping; 
cut the tree? Why not 
tend it, nor, cultivate it 
near the crystal stream of love? 

...that I may bear you, 
the sower, who’s sowing but 
not reaping, next spring 
the sweet fruits, of you and me, 
for the world to see---our arts.


Details | Free verse | |

In my ear.

Like a herd of wild horses running wild in Montana open prairie my heart races when your
around,
like a golden California sunset in early June I melted into the ground,
I watch as your hair falls to your shoulders and brush your face,
like northern lights in Alaska you light up any dark space,
like the snow in the Colorado mountains your touch cascades over me,
and for a New York  moment time stood still,
and my heart you filled,
as the sweet winds that blow in the mountain top pines 
you whispered "I'm so glad your mine."


Details | Lyric | |

M' gram sings a song in me 'ead

I’m so glad to have someone who cares
About flowers and sunshine and birds
The remarkable thing about birds on the wing
Is their power to hover and sing
The notes that they utter
and twitter and flutter
Are back ground for blooming and bliss
But it's just not the same
To be part of this game
Without someone of grooming to kiss
So I started to whistle this song
And the humming birds twittered along
As she refilled the feeder
They too said they need her
While the flowers smelled ever as strong


Details | Quatrain | |

Rose

I make you now a gesture
With love for you, a token
I give to you a single rose
With whispered words now spoken

I love you, darling, please now know
As this rose then serves to say
I wish to give the entire world
As my love is on display

Please take this to your bosom, 
Place it gently, keep it still
For love I give is fragile darling
But yet, it’s iron willed

On days when you don’t see me
As thoughts then come to mind
The love I have for you my dear
Is the rose, set to remind


Details | Lyric | |

Sweet Petals of Life


There are times--- 
I fall, unwittingly 
and ‘cos of this, I want you to be near
 
…for when my body trembles, give me the courage 
…for when my mind is confused, enlighten me
…for when my memory is lost, remind me of me

If ever I fall--- 
deeper into the abyss of darkness
lift me, with laughter’s of the day

And, if ever I weep again---
wash my sorrow, with hues of morn flowers
and dry my tears, with its sweet petals 

Yes, I don’t want to live alone---
so this to you I ask, stay beside me
that I may not fall into the pangs of solitude 


Details | Lyric | |

relax your mind

relax your mind
cause its about that time
tonite we bump and grind
we cant waste no time

boy im feelin you
im hungry for you
if you do it right
a sista, might cook for you

plz dont say a word
im takin over (yeah) "word"
ima take it slow
up and down
i grind real slow

you climbing up the stairs
until ive reached my peak
you plugged real deep
then you erupted me

creme filin, oozin
my mind im, losin
i like the way you take control
this feelin-taken over me

relax your mind
cause its about that time
tonite we bump and grind
we can do it all night

relax your mind
cause its about that time
tonite we bump and grind
we cant waste no time


Details | Romanticism | |

My Lady Conqueror


I see, the poem I wrote to you was a bit timid, 
though sweet. “I’ll love you, forever!” is what it says,
and I, the great lover, perceived, “it’s what my heart beats!”
Several times, I had fluttered the many, hanging 
around the corner of the house. Conquer them all! So, I did.
The naked ladies, the bluebells, the angels trumpet
and countless others---innocent and blooming, 
but withered in few seconds in my eager hands. 
Yet, you---O La Belle Rose De Grèce, unlike them have conquered me!




Details | Bio | |

cold plans

Winter cold is slipping in through hundred year old walls
Shiver trees wave empty limbs to fast receding Fall
Arms and creaky joints of  bones compete in aching pain
As tips of fingers swell and split the bunions complain
Silently depression seeps and slips into my brain
But out there in the cold and rain upon the deck we built
There waits a wondrous  warming wealth
Of bubbles jets and steam
We’ll rush out there in naked stealth
Then sit and soak  with wine
And when we’re cooked
We’ll rush to bed 
And dive into a dream
Divine