Best Arrive At Poems

Your time worn hand rests on my shoulder
A gentle firm touch
Ancient fingers stretching awake
And for that moment in time, I receive you
My body marinates in...

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We all arrive alone naked and vulnerable,
crying our eyes out, not knowing -
this is the first day of the rest of our life.
I guess the...

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In the intimate interlace of chance and fate, in the ultimate interplay of time and place, and with the consummate checkmate of my human dignity,...

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Passing through framed windows like ours,
I recall your tales of reckless war and lost friends
that burned your innocence at 21... and though
you claimed flashes of...

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Now that only forgotten promises remain,
sounds of solitude are gifts I wish to obtain.
Sentiments are temporary in a world full of change,
affections are wasted in...

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walking gracefully  
with a pendulum movement ~
a herd of giraffes   

the mass migration
crocodiles at the river~
food for the taking

gazelles are running ...

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Vanished

the wild magic of this place;

this wilderness I now roam alone
as its lifeblood seeps 
into 
Afterlife

..my mournful howls
across time and distance
go unanswered -
Oh, how I...

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In glamor-light of sunset
a new crowd of cumulus clouds arrive
and revive a sepia sky-scene—
unworldly woolgatherers gather
spinning fantasy fluff into quixotic yarns
of debutantes dancing with honeymoon...

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ON MY MOTHER’S PASSING

i wanted to keep my mother physically with me
but it would be like trying to hold the sun
like in life she still...

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Your feathered words arrive tickling my ears
The tip of your nose brushes
The back of my neck
My skin awakens

I have been calling you
Calling you back into...

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The center of energy resides in my heart
Wherein the seed of divinity shant ever depart

Their joy's root anchors firmly, yet lightly
In my I AM presence...

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Oh how I hate the winter where my limbs are exposed and seen
I just adore the spring time, I wear my dress of emerald green

Draping...

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At night the sun has gone to sleep
And crickets sing a tune.
The bullfrogs croak and creatures creep
Beneath the watching moon.

The masked raccoons and possums prowl
Through...

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I reach the edge of the woods
and glimpse
the summit:
high, far –
and daunting.

I must not look up too much,
for I might lose courage.

I need patience,
to string...

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I arrive when life's first breath pays its toll
And stay after death till' visits are cold
I'm the deep well you draw from always full
You find...

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