Best Always Poems

Look at the stars, look how they shine for you
And everything you do;
Yes it’s really true, in the realm of love,
Nothing else ever comes even close
When the moment is just right
And allure of your eyes enkindles paradise
Where face of the sky is enchanting blue
And the...

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I'll always be here for you,
where else would I go.

But for you, my heart is lost, 
in dream..
to counting sheep, 
and always will be so.

I don't need a better picture of you..
than the one that plays in my mind.

Two hands held so close to my...

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-rearranging the stars-

How could we agree to separation? 
If you were destined to be my soulmate,
Why would we allow the stars to change our fate?
They've written in a fresh verse 
Sewing in a new song, soon to be sung
The Stars are not to blame
The fault...

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Two peas in a pod
One still on Earth, One with God
Together Always
Inspired By Nathan Leccese"s Contest "Two Peas In A Pod"
                        3rd...

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I have borrowed  the first line of this piece from the"unknown scribe" , which I 
read many years ago.... The rest is for ALL the great mothers who are SOUPER.


Who took me from my cosy cot  
And sat me on an ice cold...

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(For my friend Aisling: da'iman 'amal)


In the night that runs on fear, smile at me.
When nightmares haunt, laugh at me.
When demons show their ugly masks, beam at me.
And always, ever have hope.

When your head is so full it cascades, stare at stars.
As thoughts spill ferociously,...

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A very wise woman once said I must write just for me.
Let there be no other reason for  e x p r e s s i n g  my soul-
For I have  l o n g e d  for this passion...

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"Here is my secret. It is very simple: one sees clearly only with the heart. 
Anything essential is invisible to the eyes."

"Le Petite Prince"
Antoine De St. Exupery 



touch me and
i'll touch you
we don't do this on a whim
measure twice cut once
but always from the heart

some...

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I will always remember the moment we met.
(Haunting woodlands in springtime, your slim silhouette)
The glint in your eyes sparked a tempest at dawn
overwhelming the dreams of a slumbering fawn.

I will always remember your singular smile
(Fusing fantasies, fancies and phantoms the while) 
when I brought you...

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She’s always drawing mermaids, and they bear
resemblance to their artist, for each one
is but a girl. Dark, wavy, thick, long hair
hides pre-pubescent breasts; Elysian
the islands drawn for all her mermaids seem . . . 
so different from her own reality. 
The islands that she colors...

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Original poem - For Grandma

You died grandma and my heart was broken,
At your funeral I stood there trembling;
And in the name of love words were spoken,
I needed to speak words without weeping.

Me, standing up front holding my papers,
There was a soft breeze caressing my...

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The handwriting became darker,
And I imagined your hands pressing upon the page,
Wavering whether to write your thoughts or not
Soon, sure, the wavering became conviction,
And in your mind you decided to write,
“Always yours”

Tears sprung from my eyes,
As convicted as your burdened letters

I condemned myself to love...

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trying to do
the things I adore
where did my hours all go

sometimes for hours
I work on a poem
what do I have to show

counting my carbs
and calories too
why is weight loss so slow

behind someone
while driving, I ask
how slow can one guy go

even at Soup
bad manners ensue
when will...

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they say look, and the sun will come one day
oh, but they did not say all they knew
like vines that climb and choke the light
the stars are darker than the night
and the pain i've gained from losing you
like the absent dawn will always be gray


8/17/23...

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In this coursing, crimson river 
of my blood, you float. 
There is no end to this, our eternal
amorousness.
Nay, not even human death can 
remove us from Eros's moat.
Nor our touching hands' total
peacefulness.
So let's on, to the minutes as
they, like arrows, swiftly...

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