Dance Poems

As my pen begs for me to let it rise,
My mind finds itself in the cage that ties
Me down to reality, my other tasks
Are screaming for me to attend their asks,
My time is swallowed by my job, my loves,
My desperate...Read More

He was too old
to speak of active hope
for ancient creamy dreams
not yet boldly told

Inviting curious homeless nomads
to imagine what we could become
if we were not yet brazenly born
into this time of tragic burning,
flooding,
predicting hunger,
thirst
and coastal drowning nakedness.

Into this epic brown...Read More

You’re in a great mood
Whistling dancing twirling.
Loving your life

Suddenly the TV gets louder
Two hundred fires
A plane crash that killed a hundred 
Thirty-one car pile up

You stop whistling
Your dancing feet tangle up
You fall, now in a completely different place

Wait! Your angel...Read More

    When few comments come in, I know it God's will. 
    He has something better for me in store to do. 

    I never feel alone or tearfully bereft. 
...Read More

Sonnet And Rhyme, A Double Presentation

Are Poets Truly Born To Be Cannon Fodder

Heart struck, blood-let by black arrows thus shot
within soul- can not poetry reward,
those that ink giving freely all they got
playing face up, each and every card?

Does this darkened...Read More

red roses and violets blue
fragrant scents redolent of you

ashen orchids pallid hues bear
sunbeams ignite goldenrod hair

sunflowers tease touching blue skies
emerald-green jewels dance in faceted eyes

daffodils crown daisies add style
silver waters mirror her luring smile

foxglove hues ornament silken arms
mirror hedges lining...Read More

Yesterdays 

When we were young

We ran in circles 

We had fun

Skipping over puddles

As we played

We’d sing and dance in rain


Yestertimes

I often recall

We’d be hugging 

All night long

I'd feel you breathing softly 

Next to me

In vivid memories


The Yesternights

When we would walk

Along...Read More

‘What good´s permitting some prophet of doom? To wipe every smile away …’


The orator grins at his drunken audience through make up and mask

Opens the cabaret’s veil in the theatre of forsaken minds on the run

Champagne flows from magic fountains...Read More

What substance will our thoughts incarn?
What will we flesh it out with?
	Our thoughts,
			Our past,
				Our dreams,
					Our hopes,
						Our fears?

The frame is set, the choices now are ours.
Which pens will we pick up?
What colors will we select?

Will sunlight dabble her hair
or will deep...Read More

The mystical allure 
Of an island in the sun
Embraced by deepest waters 
Of sparkling sapphire blue
A tranquil sanctum
A secret retreat
A calling from within
Where one day two sweet lovers meet
And on this Isle their hearts entwined
Where promises and vows were made
A...Read More

Stoic Poet
Life is like philosophy
"all we are is dust in the wind" said Socrates,
one fleeting moment were here and then were gone 
so even if you win, in the end, no one ever truly won,
so when you rise in the...Read More

A world of darkness that's a void of emptiness inside
A bottomless pit that has no end as you fall deeper
A wall of shame showing past regrets you cover and hide
A waterfall of sadness and sorrow that never dries it's a...Read More

Painting with words,
sculpting with sound

Letters to dance
—spoken aloud 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2020) 
  
...Read More

The witch adds each morsel of magic, spice to her frothy brew.
Her wailing drifts, fog across the moon, 
each fairytale severed and torn.
With tears, overwhelmed with remorse, she tosses each penned page in.

She cut out all the well-worn fairytales (happy...Read More

          
               
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Gypsies

Across a misty channel
Sensor fingers
Stretch
Through foggy, silent waves
Where two souls embrace
In expeditions of speechless discovery
Two minds stand naked,
Face to face,
With wordless words
Each knowing the inner rhyme 
Of another soul –
Intimate outside skin and limbs.

Across the barriers of minutes, hours, months
Two...Read More

Anida Mann could dance Can-Can
And bare it all behind a fan
She never wed
But took to bed
Harry Potter and Peter Pan!...Read More

ibanez, ibanez, ibanez to make her dance
french horns to tones of a bassey groove
the bassoons move the volumed effords
coupled with the flutes: the clarinets often are envious
we rather not fuss
we are smart enough to compromise
cornets and trumets the sounds of...Read More

When I was young my mother's hand
Led me through a joyful land
Where neither war nor hate exist
Nor something more I must resist 

Where nothing but the night is black
And black is never dark for lack
Of something bright or greater light
But...Read More

*Look at the stars, look at how they
       shine for you and everything you do ...

You're a jewel, bereft compare
       Hewn of star stuff, rich and rare

Uniquely shaped...Read More

there once was a mean gang of fire ants
who crawled up the old lady's underpants
they bit her right on the rump
that caused her to run and jump
and we never knew how well she could dance...Read More

Mine fervent aspiring political activism...

Gunning gusto, (while rosy axles grind)
for Bernie Sanders dagnabbit
nipped in figurative bud triggered zilch
prospects to germinate, 

cultivate, and amalgamate
late blooming spore port as 
schlocky, reedy, quirky, political neophyte,
whose aura, charisma, dogma
enigma, persona... absent gregarious masculinity.

Scant hours...Read More

Mine fervent aspiring political activism...

Gunning gusto, (while rosy axles grind)
for Bernie Sanders dagnabbit
nipped in figurative bud triggered zilch
prospects to germinate, 

cultivate, and amalgamate
late blooming spore port as 
schlocky, reedy, quirky, political neophyte,
whose aura, charisma, dogma
enigma, persona... absent gregarious masculinity.

Scant hours...Read More

I dance my truth
From the corners of my soul
And she laughs

Not funny I think
But it is, and she calls me on it.

I twirl and whirl with expectation
In a frenzy for what might come of today

Swinging my bliss to and fro
over...Read More

The Martians arrived in their blue suits,
large heads with bulging black eyes,
jumping out of their flying saucer
into my fenced and landscaped yard,
Lucy the St. Bernard was not on guard.

Shaking themselves they did a dance,
before my eyes as Lucy was snoring,
All...Read More

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