Believe in yourself
don’t dwell in the past
Until things become clear
Sail your ship
let the stars be your guide
Blue moon
Broken lantern
Bottle emptied
Black sea boots
Burn the bridges
Break the waves
- before they splash against the limestone
Behave yourself
Bubbly buddy
Be brave
Breathe
Blissful Billy
Blessing
A lighthouse’s light through the mist
the protector on the ocean,
wings and man
A fleeting remark ...
face the challenges as they come
- eclipse never comes alone
You think we are all dumb animals
That could not be less true
We know what is going on with you
We watch what you do to each other
We listen to what you say
You all hate each other
Working out new ways to kill
Yes, we may fight but we rarely kill
Someone always runs away
You are supposed to be the alpha species
But you are really just an embarrassment
No longer human
No longer humane
So please grow up and behave yourself
Before the future decides for you
© Poem – XXVII/VI/MMXXIV
LRET
Under the blood moon
beneath a lunar eclipse
darkness has a brilliant light;
When teasing becomes tangible
heartbeats steal the night..
Lost my heart as we fell to the ground,
I give you a whimper my voice found..
Your eyes said ‘Arch for me.’
with a very slow blink;
The emotion inside
was no longer dormant;
Destiny now awakened…
I give you a whimper my voice found
Lost my heart as we fell to the ground..
Tying knots in my stomach
then not letting me get a release;
Behave yourself and give in.
Don’t parade yourself around,
a teasing angel on top of me…
Caught up in what could be forever,
with a whimper I surrender..
Jacob's ladder
filled with angels
ascending upward
descending down again
like drops of water
in the ocean
evaporating up, up, up --
returned as clouds burst
deep into the ground
The cycle starts down here on Earth
Our every action sent to Heaven
On the wings of Angels, messengers divine
~ So behave yourself, and you'll be fine
Catherine, behave yourself!
Can't you be like Bianca?
Somebody straighten her out.
Where's Petruchio?
Based on the play "The Taming of the Shrew" by William Shakespeare
Behave yourself! Or what?
What if I don't, you sot?
What if I did misbehave?
Give the couriers more than a wave?
Ain't misbehaving, ha ha ha.
Imagine me and a Grandpapa!
There is a fairy tale I remember from my childhood,
the fairy tale of the delivery swans that worked for an evil sorceress.
«Behave yourself,» my mom used to say. «Or they will take you away.»
«Why does the evil sorceress kidnap only naughty children?» I asked.
«When you grow up, you'll understand».
I grew up but I still don’t understand
why they don’t come to take me away.
Don’t you see, my beautiful evil sorceress,
I misbehave,
I drink,
I play the fool,
I write verses
and I look toward the enchanted forest for days, looking for your swans.
When a man stepped out his childhood home,
planting a brave foot in the open world, not an age,
not a generation, not a world ago,
There breathed and burned in him hope shared with
mama's receding figure frozen in prayer by the
doorpost to his back
That his way he would make through this mild wild
that law and claw both make the world with flesh
unmarred by scratch or patch.
"You'll keep out of trouble if you behave yourself,"
she would advise.
That, sure, was the wisdom of her world, her old
world now long gone,
When the law was still a genuine ass, not a
chameleon in ass skin,
That turns deathly black when around blacks and
pristine white when around whites.
Black or white, all will rue the loss of that world
when a man was safe if he behaved himself.
Nowadays, he'll keep out of trouble
Only if he behaves himself,
The police behave themselves,
And court behaves itself.
Her glasses perched on her nose, my old friend
the Bookworm proprietor, welcomed me smiling,
and then murmured. quietly.."behave yourself"
knowing I would end up at the poetry shelf.
Words, one word, a billion words..all for
me..all for the taking. Words of love and hate,
of brooks and fields, creatures small and great.
Words of sunshine and laughter ,sadness
and hope…of places and faces.
A coffee stain, a torn page patched with tape..
a loving inscription on a cover page.
Settling in my favorite chair, the tabby cat
at my feet, I loose myself in a land far away,
a land that grew from a poets mind and heart.
Tomorrow will come soon enough, but for this
time, and of all these words, I am a part…
8/24/14
Paralysed
Chandeliers hanging from the skies
Purple books within which you start all rhymes
Faded walls that drift away or when you push them they slide
Take this piece of bread and eat it but don’t ever let them see you try
Windmills circle glowing like electric neon signs
St Patrick’s Day is the day that you held out and became so wise
A Fishes eyes looked at you with no surprise on hook demise
Sometimes you know when it’s coming so behave yourself in lies
The matador waves his red cape and you run because you can’t hide so rise
In the stars you see all of the past and a glimpse of you and it makes tears in those eyes
A light bulb flies by you and in the confusion it starts again and you wake legs paralysed.
I wonder can you hear me?
Do you know when I am sad
I often think about you,
You're my Father, my friend,
My Dad.
I think about your laughter
The good times and the bad.
But most of all I think about
the fun we use to have.
I remember how you sang us all to
sleep sometimes at night.
And how you'd say "Behave yourself,
be good, and please don't fight."
I wonder do you know that your
Grand-daughter is all grown.
And that she has a baby now
A daughter of her own.
They say she has her mothers smile
And has her fathers toes. But Dad
I swear I see you in her eyes above
her nose.
She'll never know the man I knew
And never feel your touch.
But I tell her all your stories Dad,
she seems to like a bunch.
I wish she could have meant you
Just to feel the way we do. The love
And understanding came so easily
to you.
I'm glad we had this time to talk
And Dad before I'm through,
I want to say how you are missed
And how much I love you......
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