Best Cradle Poems

Like the Evening Star guided ancient mariners through calm or troubled seas
Let it guide and help spread this message of Peace to the far ends...

Read more of this work...

Come to me my child
Rest your head in my lap
My hand strokes your wild curls
Feeling the dampness on your neck
Lamplight caresses your flushed cheeks
Shadows waltzing...

Read more of this work...

The mellifluous musical tones of the village bells

Echoing chimes over the cold snowcapped mountains

Both finding their way to people in the valley below

Christmas songs —...

Read more of this work...

I long to—
Walk one more time
To where the land ends, and the ocean begins
To listen expectantly for the sounds of infant waves
Grasping layers of golden...

Read more of this work...

Receive
Listen
Be Still

Whispered words arriving on teardrops of the wind
They call to me
Embracing me so that I may exhale
For a moment in time

I look down to...

Read more of this work...

where crystals gleam 
i want to lie

where the scented lily opens
reveals its stamen
tender as babies breath

as unavoidable as our sun's and moon's provocative union 
as...

Read more of this work...

She is young and free, and most of her love lies in front of her
As the dawning twilight holds one breathless air under misted whispers...

Read more of this work...

You are a human being they told me, something you should treasure
But isn't a human being the only animal who kills for pleasure?
Man's inhumanity to...

Read more of this work...

Benedict was tired, he’d been driving all day.  
This was his last delivery, 2 tonnes of eggs delivered to Safeway.  
The kid came...

Read more of this work...

Another Sunday evening at the street-corner
next to the coffee parlour, overlooking the ocean
The solo pianist  with desert-lime eyes
sits once-again on the piano chair.
His hair,a...

Read more of this work...

The Language of Blue

Sinking into the lyrical language of blue
Prime layers of still solitude speak
 With muted voices
  In sapphire soprano rhapsodies,
Lines of bass...

Read more of this work...

To my daughter who never listens.

Life is not as simple as a cliché.
It's not lullabies and butterflies.
Not all sounds are soothing,
not all flowers are faithful.
It's...

Read more of this work...

Playing at night on rocky ground, he sprained his foot.
He hobbled onwards careful where his foot he put.
The lonely shepherds had long returned to their...

Read more of this work...

Mi Madre
Lung of Life
Heartbeat of the universe
Birth of consciousness

Mirror of the heavens
Grains of sand
Beneath my tender flesh

How glorious to gaze upon you
I weep with the...

Read more of this work...

In the moorlands of desires, 
I've forever sung choruses of
fertile faith, amidst the flock 
of bleeding birds, sprinkling
heartbeats on lush olive herbs, 
In the dream...

Read more of this work...