Best Hasten Poems

At long day’s end, our thoughts may stray
to where we long to wend our way- 
a peaceful place where we dismiss 
all things in life...

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Why should one wish the days to pass
Of lush and verdant meadow grass
And butterflies with stained glass wings
Which autumn's burnished hues outclass? 

A summer breeze...

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Soft, soft, I ring the bells
          Soft, the bluebells blooming
      ...

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As the reaper approached, I lie waiting for death,
whispering sad goodbyes while gasping for breath.
In a blurry haze of awareness, I drift towards sleep,
as visions...

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Cascading off the winter chill
leaving warmth wherever it traces
the edge of the daffodil, tulip or crocus
spring shines its brilliant rays across
the windowpane that mirrors the...

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The dank petrichor of grainy night,
meters stand like gravestones, 
the obsidian avenue slick as a sapphire,
windowed granite rising in sharp cut shadows,
wind gusting, tumbleweed clouds...

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Dreams Dancing A Dance Into Retreating Time

I hasten to see worrying worries flown
In abyss of chastening chastened fires,
For decades she held tight, loving love, her...

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The hands of June will soon scoop up this earth. 
Her palms will gently cup sunlight and rain.
The wind, her fertile breath, will warm the...

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Those who say that Death is vile,
Know Him not like I do.
He mends my heart that once was two,
And triggers satiety with His smile.

He whisks...

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Here’s a short story of a cowboy I knew
Whose name was Beg Your Pardon.
He wasn’t a gun slinger in the usual way,
Though his hands were...

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In a small café, customers stream through the door. I jot down orders that pile up as I wonder what’s happening in the back kitchen....

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My darling sweet, wake to me!
A beautiful melody
is your morning treat.
Wake and hear the euphony
coming from a leafy tree.
Look, my darling sweet,
and a goldfinch you...

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Leadership is an in-born trait? Oh, I'm not so sure of that.
Though many leaders have the genes, when they were pressed fell flat!
Many are the...

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Through drowsy quivers of wired thoughts
I lose an hour in the morning 
to parry every second of vengeance, 
as if to hasten my night rituals
from...

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Year after year
Torrential rains, fall
Winds rip apart humanities dreams
We are flooded and ask why?

The angels cry
For all of us
We are inundated with their tears
As they...

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