Best Ninety Poems

Gliding hands dancing on your spine
Playing melodies in your hair
Soft kisses delights in making discoveries
I see your soul clearly

I seize your face gently reflections shine 
within the mind softly brushing 
deeply plays a tender loving tune 
fluttering beats touching shades of sunshine

All I need is...

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You see him at the store sometimes
He doesn’t walk too fast
His stride has slowed throughout the years
He slowly moves on past

The hair upon his head is white
If there’s any there at all
He may be stooped or bent a bit 
A cane so he won’t fall

He...

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We must leave the ninety-nine
To go search and find
The one lost sheep
Wand'ring far behind
We must leave the ninety-nine
To go search and find
The one lost sheep-
Left behind  (Chorus)

Just suppose one of you has a hundred sheep
Then loses one of them and begins to weep
Would you...

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John walked out the front door. 
The screen slammed behind him. 
It was very loud in the stillness of the day. 

The man looked out at his land before him. 
It was his father's land, 
and his father's, and his father's land... 
Traditions held for...

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A Psalmody of Psalm Ninety One
God is our refuge, He is our shelter
Kept safe from demons are those who’re blessed 
Beneath wings of the Almighty that cares
Spared from the snares of unwanted foul quests.

Fear not nightmares or terrors of darkness
Under presence of angels we’re redeemed
Freed...

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I smiled, when my mother had died 
I knew, her death was soon to be 
Ninety-nine years...so oft, she cried 
Not for herself, she cried...for me 

Someone waiting, dad, I suppose 
At gate...with an "Never-Die" rose 
Finally, pain she suffered...no more 
Lord, has her soul,...

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I lay in bed watching as over ninety-souls passed away
There was nothing I could do except cry upon that day
I lay in my bed my sheets crisp and white
As the doctor walked in and said ‘We take the foetus away tonight.’

I asked in a voice...

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Ninety-nine Milligrams

Corners and shadow, in silence so long
This is my world, it is my own
Does not conform to conventional guidelines
So they labeled it autism
Fools, they are so close to the truth yet so far
Reality is mutable here and so I make it
Heaven and Hell, for...

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Nine times a fish tail is spun from thin yarn?

Swimming in tepid waters often relieves tensions but a moose with a migraine prefers an ice cold bath. Bathing rituals signify statuses and this is referred to 'Tatankinatta' in the elusive world. Exclusively it is the...

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February fourth nineteen ninety nine...

Signified birth of our second bundle of joy
whereby linkedin chromosomes betwixt
the missus and I intimately expressed ourselves  
and me would alloy
courtesy meiosis the miracle
of human reproduction would deploy
distribution of genetic material.

Full term newborn occured
Suburban Mercy Hospital birthplace
(2701 Dekalb Pike, Norristown,...

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I count the steps from my bed to the door
And I wonder if I can.
I count the steps from my bed to the door
And I wonder if I dare not to.
I've spent years wondering--
I've kept my head in the clouds,
Or in books,
Or under the sheets
To...

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The rising of the seventh moon in an ornamental lampshade is equivalent to a nice round smiley dinner plate that had been recently washed,
Recently washed is neither a rotating wimpy wishing walker and neither is it a raspberry wafer wobbling,
It takes a lot of effort...

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A vessel for the dreams of humanity,
Both beacon of hope and valley of despair.

Your paradox of silken strength breaks the mighty and humbles the proud,
The fibers of your essence blend in perfection across the contours of our universe.

You are a proud banner of self-sacrifice and...

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MORE REFLECTIONS ON BEING NINETY

Another decade has passed me by
Ninety years have flown and I wonder why
God leaves me here, as cherished friends
Fall ill and die.

So many memories cloud my mind
Each passing year I seem to find
More empty chairs friends left behind
Less Birthday cards to...

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Rivers running into a moonlight
Away from the land
And into the sea;
Coming together
And swallowed by ocean
Washing the dunes
That are rushing at me.

Tracing the sand with patterns of water
Written for moments
In seaweed and shells...
White foam erasing
The Master's designing
And starting again
With mile away swells....

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