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.
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
 Wildflowers and Other Plants of Texas Beaches and Islands, Alfred Richardson
Vanilla bean skin,
Cool sweet breath and cherry lips
Make kissing dessert.
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....
Heavenly gracious light
Glorious feeling from above
© Joseph, 8/19/07
© All Rights Reserved
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
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.
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.
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
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
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
(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)
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
Me: You always have your eyes and ears in the tv.
Me: You never hear a word I say.
Me: What did he just say on the tv?
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
1st Place Winner
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"
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.
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,
But I got feelins
and don’t know what to do.
Now its been six days
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. ?
Can I catch you
Can you stay?
Forests at wood
There we play
A gentle hand
That fixed the dress
Brushing tears back
I can not bare
The oaken wave
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.
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.
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.
She's got a plan
just moved to Florida
one week in the hole
a forced proposal...
maybe if I get a job with insurance;
we'll get married...
then you'll have insurance too!"
the spider web is officially constructed
no...we'll name it
the Black Widow!
Love is as love does
Peace begets peace; happy day
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.
The wood is piled
my emotions riled
settle in my soul
Sweat dappled brows
my emotions drowse
fill in the hole
of my heart.
The fire started in the pit
in it's globe
and there we sit
like two lost elves
waiting to disrobe
Take your time,
The perfect man
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.
has no more blood;
no tissue to slide through my teeth.
I have bitten my tongue
my message deflates beneath.
© 2011 ~JSLambert Esquire
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
Nature’s primal drive
Sensual touches from thee
Raptures deep inside
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.
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.
The most radiant glow,
The most beautifulness thing
Ever let go.
Feel safe…there’s no foes,
Only me…Let go…
Lover Lose Control.
No easy task
To put it into words
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
There’s no other way
To be just who you are
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
All the while
You never look away
It looks like love… to me
It looks like love… to me