Best We Poems

Some of us are secretive at first. We hide our poetry’s soul self, 
gently letting her peep out; sometimes regretting it immediately.
Fearful of critiques from people who do not understand that poetry 
is something we are compelled and born to do with our feelings.
Your diary...

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sometimes
we don't get a chance
to say goodbye

you sit there
tears in your eyes
wondering why

and

it don't make sense
to be strong
because it stings

you can't explain
the pain each
memory brings

and

the guilt
of stupidity
leads to regret

images
in your mind
mean you can't forget

sadly

stubborn to reach out
means feelings 
are not heard

spite leads to
unanswered questions
no last...

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sometimes
we are afraid to jump
but we take the leap

sometimes
when we fall deeply
it's not our limbs injured

sometimes
what is meant for us
hurts too much

sometimes
nothing makes sense
confusion reigns supreme

sometimes
we only have tears
to express emotions

sometimes
some see the facade
only a few see reality

sometimes
our heart breaks
but we love again

sometimes
we die inside
but...

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When we were young we loved our fairy tales
A frog could  be a prince with just one kiss
Each cloud, a boat where dreamers could set sail
Imagination was the great abyss

Too soon we grew and lost our innocence
Found out that swords are never pulled from...

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Ink of life cannot bleed for eternity,
so I place dried petals in between,
crucial chapters of my memoirs.

When we stop breathing poetry,
our crestfallen pen, left in silence -
where do we poets go?

Is there a special place,
where the ink flows forever,
like waterfalls of mercy -
where thirst quenches...

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We Rulers Of This Earth

Homo-Sapiens we call ourselves, rulers of this Earth,
   Intelligent and civilized, but what is all this worth?

We're working hard to conquer space...we landed on our Moon.
   We better solve our problems here, or soon we will face...

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We Are One


Dear Ancient Sister
I hear your distant calls finding me on a gentle breeze
You have lived in my dreams for many seasons

My voice 
Your voice
My soul
Your soul
And our Coming of Age

I have always known you...
I have heard your 
Quiet whispers echoing in
The night coming...

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Leaning against the warmth of old oak, 

I recall your sun burnt skin that summer.

As I let my fingers linger on the side of the bench where you used to sit, 

a memory - like noon day’s sun light, seeps into my senses.

A light wind...

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When Again We Meet

Softly he says, "Should I die do not wait for me." She smiles,
"Just as the moon exhales no light without first a breath from the sun,
without you I'd be in darkness; what is paradise without light?" 



04/17/2018...

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Yes, life is tough! 

I know there are struggles in life that we all go through. 
Sometimes we secretly hide them away, 
some for fear and others just because 
they have no one who cares for them. 

But you my dear, 
I know you do...

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when you let go of my hand
you let go of my heart

as I stumbled and crumbled
life seemed to have paused
silent screams
raged inside

but I was just numb

heart beating in slow motion
life became strange

and

i thought it would make sense 
when the pain subsided
but there is no limit
to...

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I hear the howling at the moon
           as nightbirds then begin to croon
The cricket’s dance invades my ear
              all creatures of the...

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Where on Earth or far beyond do we poets go, you ask. 
My thoughts willingly stretch my imagination with this task.
I would reply...in any direction our ink chooses to flow.
To the light of dawn or to dark telltale shadows of Poe
There are no boundaries that...

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We the People
Will disagree
On taxation and prosperity
On liberty and duty

We the People
Are every color of Christianity
Every Jewish prayer, every song of Islam
The puritans, the atheists and the Amish
Are neighbors here

We the People
Are Jamaican and Japanese
Swedish and Samoan
Cuban and Cherokee
Moroccan and Mexican
The Irish and the Inuit
And...

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Remembering when
Perched high above on rocky crags
Cliffs weathered by times handprints
I saw far and wide to distant shores
Tendrils of desire radiating outwards

Riding the briny mist 
Being carried by the breath of the ocean, my constant companion
Hearing the distant voices, the silent tears
The bursts of passion...

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