Best Tops Poems

Inviting vibrancy as the season changed
Smiley faces bloomed, reopening dreams. 
Seeing you there marked a blessed event
Akin to magical when first time eyes met.

Breezing trees...

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you write your words and they make me cry
you write those word and you know i die
but i've died so often now

i held you in...

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Take my heart and carry me
to where all dreams are born.
Into loves arms, oh such a place
that's always safe and warm.
Away from such deceitful lairs
where...

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Colors daubed for seasons' scenes
          I sift through life for what it means
   ...

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oh precious, dulcet diva, ocean-tide
you, of sand and foam and spindrift -
all your moods and meanderings
speak deep my spirit, wistful and wan
musings captured, gist enraptured...

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Silent, she slips from her stronghold’s security,
safely tucked high on the cliff in her nest.
Cautious, she stays in the shadows afforded her,
sorrowful, hesitant, missing the...

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I sigh …
pushing warm, wordless weight
onto the twilight mist,
where its folly hangs like old sackcloth,
the silver-doubloon moon dripping
it’s wan wonder to daub
breath and bones alike...

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(The memories are simple, living the feeling significant)

After conquering Beamsley Beacon due Southwest,
Rombald’s moor stood, while for centuries
within the valley the minute dwellings
of grey stone,...

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Oh my regal Eucalyptus friend,
Your tall rainbow trunk is rooted deep,
Stationary, yet your tree tops bend
In constant unison with the wind.
My camera can’t capture your...

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I Love Horses: A--Z

A is for... Appaloosa. They have 
blankets on their rumps. 
B is for...Belgian. They work 
hard and can pull up stumps. 

C...

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I am standing outside my bedroom, on the precipice of lost innocence.
Wide eyed, and barefoot on cold hardwood.
Someone is hammering on our front door.
My father,...

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It's the summer, and it's time
to take the train to old Saint Ives
and visit my Aunt Clementine
who lives alone by an old salt mine. ...

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a rhyme for the spring equinox...

the hills are growing green beneath the snow 
white horses, shake the winter from your manes
the spring has come, the...

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she is everything you have seen in the movies
crayola hair
velvet dress
sugar in her veins
tears glued to her face
she fingerpaints the kitchen walls like a little...

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This is a slightly revised repost but which was formerly deleted.)

I climbed the high mountain,
breathed in the harsh high air,
really relished the beauty
of the valley...

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