Best Frostbit Poems

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 of retracing their 
scintillating season of beachy spring. 
'Hope' had always been a
pearlescent paste of turmeric 
temperance for the harp...

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I'll ride with you awhile, my friend
Until the wind turns cold.
I'm not as young as I once was -
Just feelin' kinda old.

I used to ride straight to the storm -
"Weather be damned", I'd say.
I'd yell an' cuss at wind unseen
An' ride 'til end of day.

I'd...

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Fading photographs are strewn across alabaster tabletops,  
drenched in moonlight streaming through rustling curtains.  
Snow owls call out to each other through the whistling wind,  
as flakes of snow dust 
frostbit grass outside crystallized windows.  
A roaring fireplace crackles in the...

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Yosemite’s Ephemeral Autumn Falls

Bald giants of swift water smoothed pale granite
Mark deep clefts for tumbling summer snowmelt
Rush released from frozen streams once frostbit
Silver swells - Ribbon Falls in pure ice melt -
Ephemeral streams slowed beneath Orion’s belt.

Thin tulle mist from autumn’s gossamer Bridal Veil
Flutters, bathing...

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A Partridge perched upon a tree
entices him to throw something!
When songbirds sing and flap their wings  
two turtle doves, cause headache pain.
Those mocking words, thread-worn with wear.
 remind him of the dollars spent.
Defeat caves in, ... the thought of debt!

He bends his head to...

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'Twas winter on a frostbit afternoon,
After the fall, and glory of the sun,
Where I imagined to believe in June,
To melt the ice inside this lonely one.

Snowflakes did slide inside my soul and stir,
Fervent feelings of frost fashioned in ice.
Yet my thoughts young of youth would...

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My Mind Heart and Soul 


I seem to laugh yet never entertained
My smile shine bright but my joy is detained 
Cold and sore my heart slowly disintegrates
Falling piece by piece into a dark cage 
A cage where childhood innocence goes to die
And your greatest memories...

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Greetings!   
Are you well?  Stuck in hell with a life to run through?  With a shell covering your secrets and a mask over your feelings???  You can change if you want to and it is my duty to tell you...

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Have you ever played with it?
Even if just a bit.
Or thrown it.
Because you were in a snit.
Did you ever eat it?
Then throw out the pit.
Or caught it.
In your mitt.

Would you yell at it?
In a momentary fit.
Or might you with it?
Have a comfortable sit.

When annoyed by...

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When nylon nights
trade crystal colours 
in the stalls of nimble 
butterfly wings, 
I blossom as an 
irenic origami 
fervently fabricated 
with snowflakes of 
greedy gloom, 
stealing royal violets 
from the smokey estuaries 
flowing beneath the 
heavens befogged 
with indigos, glistening 
in periwinkle-arcs of 
abstract auroras....

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A questing journey to mountain’s peak
Thro’ forests dark and battles thick
almost severing hope’s endless wick
‘Tis an answer our heroes seek

Traveling trio with hearts all true
with bow, with arrow, with sword and shield
A year or more, and far afield
They’re loyal and strong, courageous too

They fight their...

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Alien Nation

I come from a place of 
Transformative
Sights
Sounds
Inquiries,
Amour
Tranquility
Reverence

I sought an
Odyssey
Inspired by
The Man on the Moon

I wanted to be 
On top of the World
Like the North Pole
Lifted

Experience universality
Unities versatility

Thought I’d farewell…

When I arrived
My axis
Equilibrium
Shifted

Gravel unraveled
Charred to the
Earth’s Core

The Tear Flooded Oceans
Made the most embracing waves 

Threw...

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A flood of grackles,
black-leafing the tree
who seem to’ve forgot
that its not
Winter;
it’s Spring and everything
is about to flower.

Eva says they are starling
and they may be.
She says they crowd the uncrowded 
barebranch trees and blot out
the sun and blot out the Spring’s sounds.

The nattering and chirp-chattering
is a...

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To thee I pledge my love, so still thy ghosts;
The past, a haunting blows, but reapers chill,
And bade we lay within the darkness close,
Me breathless blue, but you so bluer still;

Against my breast shall love be held agone,
As shadowed lovers frost your pouting lips;
To mourner’s...

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Wrapped in the aromatic blossoms 
of a modern-farmed orange 
orchard, a four-room shack in Visalia, 
California rises above the hard 
pan and overgrown rose bushes. 

The once palatial bell tower 
of Taurusa School, peaks 
over the sun painted, 
fruit lavished branches.

It once christened
the ceiling-less, blue...

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