Best Nectared Poems

Like milk from blue mountains' swollen breasts, the fog
Intertwines with pungent campfire smoke, a blue mist
Frescoing my quiet river valley's primeval lap.
Twilight tiptoes, surreptitiously, spying...

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The clock chastises me,
as painted petals bloom brilliance
in illuminated wonder that attempts 
escape from the hidden crevices
deep within my beleaguered mind.

The beauty I seek is...

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When our eyes first met, in an evening's glow of twilight
the moon was rising, the world disappeared
I saw only you
we enjoyed a calm merriment
as love's...

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SOLITUDE A LOVE KNOT

Rushing millipede of rain down my window pane
sadness drifts, glided uninvited ounce reef.
Unruffled even from billowing strain,
solitude steals unnoticed like a thief.

Tiptoeing...

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Across the wide meadow of verdant green,
splashes of pastel pink waved in the breeze.
One of the lovliest wildflowers I've ever seen
appeared to ebb and flow...

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                 All Clouds Lead to You 


       Imagine us, high...

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As you are my love beneath a full moon
a rendered silhouette in splayed light
our arms are empty as our eyes consume
in wondrous dreams that lay...

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COLOURFUL LAMENT

I combed cool waters of your 
baby blue crystalline Jewel as you 
waded waterfall waves washing 
my stellar rainbow rays 
Arching it melted into...

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Once again

I miss the nothingness

the stale leftovers

of crusty bread

Once again

I yearn for something

which I ain't yearn for

I yearn for someone

who isn't there

Once again

the tear of...

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 I climb down into your wild world
Into a nectared dream 
Of love's insatiable kiss
Where your hands like buds extend
To the naked glass of heaven
Like...

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When our eyes first met, in an evening's glow of twilight
the moon was rising, the world disappeared
I saw only you
we enjoyed a calm gentle merriment
as...

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note in the margin of a book
I come here, and so often without mass or time, 
Recovering my childhood's first absence from school
This is Dunstan...

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This may be a morning dim,
Yet the sun will shine.
The day has just begun
And all the luck is mine.

The week has just started,
Birds sing in...

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Dear poet,
today I read them a poem,
its symbollism I depicted with no mean gestures
its rhymes I mimicked masterfully
and in light tone of its satire I...

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your eyes, your face, your beauty
my dreams flow to no more than this
in timeless pause
we search the eyes of wants and needs
to find the depth...

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