Best Thirsts Poems

Somewhere in a dream, 
Serene and blissful from the start
It comes to me again
The two of us in love, and eagerly alone
Breathlessly naive', and blissfully assured
that we would be as one
...that nothing in the world outside,  could ever be compared

Two bikes took rest against...

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The Festival of Lights, Chanukah has arrived
a hopeful time of praise each year revived. 
The Menorah lit, each home becomes a church.
Blessed are You, L-rd our G-d, King of the universe.

Our sister Miriam lights the shamash taper first 
a maiden fair and scholarly her prayers...

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My Blood Bleeds Sand

My blood bleeds sand,
That golden sugar that spreads
Across the wandering West
Where purple sage dots, and
There a tarantula spreads atop
A random hill.
Where blazing and blinking stars light
Black blue skies.
And stupendous sunsets 
Color and shadow sand mounds
Like bald-headed men, and
A free blowing wind carries...

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She like a fresh dew bestows nourishment

to the graceful morning dove

in a luscious meadow filled with

tall fluorescent green grasses and

 yellow, blue, and white wildflowers, 

quenches all my worldly thirsts.

She like the pure white swan which

swims majestically on 

a sea of gold reflecting

the powerful rays...

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No longer at desk the typewriter has been given 
it's final rest.
As he cant recall the day or year.

The once strong mind is closed the body
but a museum or tribute to what once was.
he his home but locked within himself.

Vist's from thoose who once knew...

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As the apologetic sun
melts in hibiscus vase
of pastel-peach 
horizons and peels off
those pristine pigments 
of egoistic elegance, 
sailing upon 
aquamarine foam
of vanilla waves ~
where dignity
unveils a clemency
within catharsis, 
I dare to surrender
towards the 
pink-teal blends of
calm dusks and
smoky seas, 
bleeding in 
hurtful hues. 

But, what...

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Three Sonnets tell a story, in sequence.
[From the narrative poem, "Don't Go to Wyoming Alone"]

         I. Natural Instinct  (Chivalric Sonnet)

He saves a wad of cash and designates
the stash to finance trek in far-off land
in hunting boots...

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The Burning


It was seven days and seven nights
Or there abouts, I was not so sure
Life was shrouded in the darkness not at all pure
I lost track of dawn, of dusk, of realities fight
To keep me conscious
To keep me right
Comatose, delirious, unmoving slumber

In this dream like...

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Given are we the name of the vampire, creatures of the forbidden,
Driven to live forever within the shadows, or die
Beneath a wooden steak, through our black hearts of pure evil,
But in reality, we are so much more than fictions fantasy tails!
Passions blood devils, quenching our...

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MUSTANGS

The ground shudders, and shakes,
 Under pounding hooves.
 Echoing against canyon walls.
Fast and furious wild hearts beat,
Keeping equal pace, with the prairies,
 Wide divide.
From within hell's fiery furnace,
Tempered muscle drives motions sinew.
Behold evolution's die hard breed,
Built for no other purpose except,
Excessive Speed.
Racing along at razors...

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Let not tomorrow come if 
I alone must stand.
Vain is love if not 
Everlasting. 

Let me cuddle this desire,
Anchor me in your soft flesh
Until with liquid sighs I 
Gather myself.
Heave me up, if I’m indigestible.

Am I the only one who thirsts for this?
Never again my...

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As the sunlight permeates the fog
Revealing dust's debris
Sunbeams filter within the soul
Exposes faults carefree

As selfishness dances around 
Critical nature unfolds 
A little pride displays itself
That hateful spirit cold 

Lasciviousness floats below
Displays lust's wantonness
Are these desires cleaned from the soul
Other thirsts thoughtlessness

Cleansed by sunlight's radiant beams
Variance...

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Blue Butterfly

O' Butterfly! Blue Butterfly!
Where have you been
Night's bitter...cold...
Unending, friend.

O' Butterfly! Blue Butterfly!
Bring love again...
Stay 'till I'm old
And to death's end.


Come! Then love! Let's go, you and I!
Let's fly through the poppies and lie
In the fields of forget-me-nots
Play on the fruit up in tree tops
Taste...

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At post teenage 
some day at tea a committee
my mates same age
while seated a round wooden chair
legs crossed, sipping coffee
did asked me

why do you speak in proverbs
poetry they mean to say.
I air to them in strong verb
living poetry is great pay

In poetic pen
pour my tears
my...

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Is He watching?
When my tongue thirsts for sin,
Gamble my faith with filth,
When my tongue spills its worst,
My ears long to be filled with corruption,
When my fingers linger to steal,
My feet tread over and along faults?

Is He watching,
My unrepentant soul thrive?
Growing more in strength and glory?
Hardening...

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