Best Catch Up With Poems

The Maltese Moon,
she draws my eyes
to shapely orb
in starlit sky
she smiles at me
with wanton grace
and spills desire
upon my face
I'm all awash
in milky glow
sacred secrets
Mine to know...

the Maltese Breeze
he flirts with me
can't let me be
his fingers trace
my rounded face
my hair he twirls
my skirt's a whirl
he has...

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LIFE IN ETERNITY*


1.

The cheerful trumpet of miraculous life, imperatively sounded in 
My mother’s life-giving womb,
Heralding with its melodic tune another animation: MINE!
And as my innocent infantile heart was provoked by
The challenging divine call, 
Started beating tenderly in the rhythm of never-dying cosmos
Thus making me ALIVE!...

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I wish to
Relay
To all of my people the importance of sticking together as a 
team

And that
Because we have run 
through the preliminary trials as selfish individual, goal seekers
we have barely made it to the finals, 
as if,
 winning our, “Race”
is undoable or un-triable

Have all but...

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Through the whispering pines, down the valley's deep
And wide, do they call unto one another, the brother's
Of the winds.
North chases east to west, as south's warming breath,
Begs to play also, once around the world, over land, 
Sea, and mountain tops vast divides.
Tag your it, not...

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Searching through the memories lost deep within my heart.
Of someone I no longer know that long ago did part.
The mornings gathered years of dust.
As the future I no longer trust.

Embracing tides that washed away.
That dust that gathered in the day.
Left empty slates to start anew.
But...

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I look up at the ebony, starlit sky…I’m gravity-bound…I’m awestruck 
& I don’t know why I feel stuck in place…I’m searching all over the place…the 
only thing I seek and prize is your striking face…but, my young heart is slowly 
breaking apart at the seams…I...

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It was late in the perpetual summer, and I had been dozing,
On a blue and balmy afternoon, as I lulled on my porch swing.

When from my pleasurable dreams, I was eventually aroused,
By sweet breezes that blew past, the place where I drowsed.

With a sigh of...

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Jump into pistachio talc
and fly on mists a'sparkle
Dripping off me is butterfly dust
Stand up and you can follow
Dive off the chair you sit in
to streams filled thick with cider
Nap on webs of candied cotton
strung strong by the sugar spider
Open your eyes under water
Catch up with...

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Leading his horse in the heat of the day
Been gone a long time but he still knows the way
Just a few shacks when he went for the gold
He’d found a few nuggets but now he’s too old

So, home to the town that he’s heard has...

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I need it all the time
I hunt for it.
I advertise for it.
I answer ads for it.
Anyone else need it as badly as I do?
Oh I'm sure there are a few of you
that would do as I have done and
maybe even worse.
But you can only go...

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TICK TOCK TICK TOCK

We can never catch up with the 
Clock and time,
No matter the length of this 
Solar rhyme,
The sun rises in the east every 
Brilliant morning,
As a new wondrous day, 
Begins dawning.
It sets in the west every evening,
Each country having its own
Particular calling,
And...

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I'm watching it brighten towards morning
Watching a cloud drift
Trying not to feel the weight of something
As the clouds move swiftly
It looks like the reflection of trees call out
Rooted to the ground but longing to follow

On some days the cloud lingers to talk
On this day the...

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Kinsey Millhone owned a single black dress
And wore it whenever she'd need it.
If you were a fan, you'd know all of her quirks,
For the alphabet books guaranteed it.

From "A is for Alibi" right up to "Y"
For "Yesterday," Kinsey did capture
The hearts of all readers, who...

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(Walking Seven Steps)

Catching the last shot of the sunset sky
Even more rustier than before
Delayed my departure.
I asked my friends to go ahead 
And I would catch up with them, but
The perfect shot took longer than I thought.
Packing my bags I hurried downhill knowing
I was lagging...

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"Remember when you were a careless eight-year-old kid riding a bike with your friends, racing each other around the neighborhood? Remember that feeling of absolute freedom as you felt the wind in your hair (if you have hair on your head) and the smile it...

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