Best Arcadian Poems

Old Mountain tales of love spin 'neath dawn's blush,
Elderberries, purple ink drop pearls, drawing me nigh.
Ah! Her laughter, a honeybee’s dance in summer’s rush,
Ignites my...

Read more of this work...

Under the canopy of the pine trees we lay -
       from the poem 'Under the canopy of pine trees...

Read more of this work...

taciturn springs rising
from within the quarry 
of deep earth's wisdom
urging lyrical waters to transpose
while held like singing seas of living reveries
of history and infinity
misting to...

Read more of this work...

To Taste, Trenchant Flavor Of Her Soft Kiss
		  
To taste, trenchant flavor of her soft kiss,
        ...

Read more of this work...

Put me gently down, on our great, confort-rose 
petalled bed.
Brush your lips on mine, warm and cherry red!

The gentle clock of time, breathes ever so...

Read more of this work...

A crystal glass brimming with fresh, ambrosial grape juice.
Some do desire imported grape wines.
No matter what, always recall, their source is God's holy vines.

I do...

Read more of this work...

Your warm hands hold mine,
That with desire both shine and shiver.
Like the moon, looking for a silvered river.
Oh, how long for you I pined.

Sparkling burgundy...

Read more of this work...

                 Christmas Soul Candle

You are the candle that glows and flickers,
in my candescent heart!
That decades old...

Read more of this work...

Orpheus and Eurydice


Come by,allow me to rest my knees
on those sinewy thighs!
I do not feel like feeding my mortal
body!
Just want your love to flood my eternal,
starving...

Read more of this work...

fat muncher sittin on the couch,
cheetos bag in hand.

 an abstract maze of orange
 cheesy dots all around him.

  still he runs from the...

Read more of this work...

SYLVIA WAS AN ‘A’ STUDENT 
and Alpha woman

The Abyss was bared, and malevolently yawning,
The deep black pit of endless loss to rile
You, and you didn’t...

Read more of this work...

Let go my ash on a windy day,
From a cliff near the edge of the sea.
Mingled forever with the friends I have loved,
For all time,...

Read more of this work...

She gathered the clouds calling their names:
“Pink bell, Honey Drop, Stardust, Sea Wild”
and all hooped, nodding heads like dames.
They lay to sleep humming like a...

Read more of this work...

VIEW FROM THE BRIDGE

From the bridge, track the ghosts of line, goods yard, Old Town Station 
Where we lingered and noted the numbers of each...

Read more of this work...

OLD TOWN ELEGY
  
The bridge still spans the road - with what design?
The rail that once crossed Ridgeway and vale to the sea
Erased and...

Read more of this work...