A quiet enchantment needs
no stage to captivate.
A sudden, incandescent grace
illuminates the crowded room,
Disarming every hardened heart
with effortless benevolence,
An unpretentious, magnetic
warmth that softly draw us
near.
It leaves a lingering,
unforgettable impression in its
wake,
Enthralling spirits without a
single ostentatious word,
A fleeting, beautiful magic
woven into the quietest breath.
I have addictions
I’m laying in my garden midnight bathing
there’s something in my system
something’s on the way from which I need saving
tomorrow I have a free house
I’m thinking of inviting ten men
there’s more chance of that
than seeing all of my friends
yeah it’s really quite disarming
I’m always told that I’m their best
would you say I’m charming
or shall I just give it a rest?
I crave better connection
it’s only human after all
but I come with all this baggage
the bump in the pavement which made you fall
I try to be polite
I’m told i’m too nice
I try to be in charge
I’m told i’m cold as ice
I suppose you can’t win them all
I’ve been thinking about weddings
meanwhile tinder has me hidden
is it a curse or is it a blessing
that I’m over six foot tall
but the world just keeps on spinning
and I don’t think about that at all
He had a 1000 watt smile
And an explosive personality
But not in a destructive disturbing way
In a disarming delightfully charming way
He was always smiling never sad or down
Despite being a toddler with Down’s syndrome
His bright eyes could peel paint off the walls
With their concentrated energy during nap time
Eventually the music we’d play would
Serenade his high spirits to sleepy land
Only recharging his boisterous body
Cannon always had a runny nose sleep or not
Being born caramel with challenges are his cards
But Cannon was a kid who could play his hand
He was intelligent and as cute as he was smart
He seemed to know it with his attentive smile.
I haven’t seen Cannon since he was three
And a student in my cross category class
But I often think of him and the other kids
And then a smile slides across my face
My heart is not so secret,
An imminent confession,
Like fireworks blasting out
In the night sky,
It's escapades are clear, vivid,
And known about the galaxy.
No love-hiding here.
Seeds of affection flower and bloom
With the blink of an eye,
A touch on the shoulder,
Three seconds of eye contact...
And the whirlpool of love
Sublimates and swirls
Like tiny little notes
Fluttering through the in-between air
Of two souls desperate to dance,
Or at least slow groove with the other.
The heart's secret garden morphs into
Outward unabashed foraging
Since all secretly long for the light of human connection.
I'll secret you later so hug me now
With eyes if not with arms.
My heart garden,
Disarming the loveless.
He finds the knots where the pressure hides,
moving his hands till the ache subsides.
He works the kinks with a steady palm,
meeting my storm with a quiet calm.
It’s so disarming, the way he cares;
I’m caught off guard by the love he shares.
The relief hits hard and the tears start falling,
to a place of peace that is so enthralling.
I weep from the touch and the pain inside,
from all of the secrets of hurt I try to hide.
I’m grateful for how he sees my soul,
helping the broken feel almost whole.
Yet I wrestle with fears I can’t erase,
even while held in his warm embrace.
I want to let go and just be free,
to let him see all that is left of me.
But the ghost of despair is standing near,
feeding the doubt and the sudden fear.
He’s wise and deep, always on the line,
blending his strength with this life of mine.
We laugh and we cheer as the music plays,
brightening even my darkest days.
I’m treading soft, though the path is fair,
still hiding my heart to avoid despair.
A birdhouse hanging from a tree
Has snow piled on its roof.
If there are doubts about the storm,
Well, there’s the real-life proof.
Designed with details to appear
So cottage-like and charming,
Its Wedgewood-colored siding
Both familiar and disarming,
This mini-homestead’s cuteness is
An unexpected treat.
You wouldn’t look for such a thing
On a Manhattan street.
Yet there it is, with bright white door
And next to it, a broom,
Just waiting for a sparrow
To stop by and take up room.
Surrounding it, apartments loom;
Pedestrians make haste.
Still, somehow in this neighborhood,
This dwelling’s been embraced.
By the way a rock pigeon cooed
Deliberately out of sight
And moved me to rise from bed
With my own jingle in heart
And July's breath stills the pond
In its disarming manner
And robs the chimes of their song
And warms the oleander
And the way a cottontail
Sits and stirs among the grass
And a quail stands atop the wall
And doesn't mind my presence
And the storm clouds had splintered
To let a golden haze form dawn -
I can tell that something good
And blessed is about to happen.
You speak, and my spine remembers
that I was built to bow.
Your breath: a nocturne in C sharp minor—
unasked, entering…
disarming, following.
You lean in like Chopin leaned on silence—
possessively, melancholic need
before sound—searing hushes that
demand submission in return.
And I am raindrops to your
sustaining notes….
storming into the song’s development—
I become the keys, and you the fingers…
—you press out sounds of me—
architectures, arts, poesy,
nocturnes of surrender
rising in my throat…
into yours.
A clenching of our hands,
A clinging of our bands.
The sweet aroma of your strawberry-coated strands,
Allow my capability to disarm your fragility.
Pent-up anticipation will meet expectation,
You adorn your shield-maiden attire,
Encouragement to set your onyx rose on fire.
Peeling, petal by petal, stitch by stitch,
Disarming that body metal.
Steel-clad discarded,
Billowing towards her pear-shaped derriere.
Lifting you off your feet,
Give me the sweet treasures I wish to taste—
The nectar of vanilla.
Lay back as I extract
Bridled years of frustration.
Call me your salvation,
Made anew,
Basking in the afterglow of you.
A fact and a fallacy,
Our observable reality.
A space shared by so many,
Exploring and forming its identity.
Through thoughts from you and me,
Comparing, preparing collectively.
Inner worlds act reflectively,
Creating what you see.
Acting as the entity,
Carrying you to me.
To my destiny,
To the rest of me.
The best of me,
Who I truly see.
A symphony to the Galaxy,
One entity separately.
All creating energy,
Finding balance in harmony.
Disarming negativity,
With heightened sensitivity.
We start shifting collectively,
Perceptively.
Our Perspective equally,
On being the change We wish to see.
Living respectively,
Spreading positivity.
Reflecting a reality you wish to see,
Without labels or scarcity.
Bound by constructs of the mind,
We use Time to define,
The current line, we're Riding.
Coinciding with Destiny.
A Journey, set by You and Me,
Before we could see,
To experience Reality,
Separately.
Spontaneously designed,
We are Unified.
We are all Tied,
By a Chord,
Heading toward Victory.
No more Trickery,
Let your Truth set you free.
Be who your creator,
Made you to be.
Perfectly planted seeds,
Bringing harmony,
Disarming hate.
It's never too late.
Embrace our fate,
Change your mental state,
Dictate your place,
As a Divine Being,
Using Time,
Traveling as Space,
Helping evolve our race.
Darn
Dentist
Dreadful deed
Damned if you do
Dah! Damned if you don’t
Disturbing drill din daunts
Drat! Delectable doughnuts
Digging deep childhood cavities
Done! Drear disposition diminished
Displaying the dazzling disarming smile
A fact and a fallacy,
Our observable reality.
A space shared by so many,
Exploring and forming its identity.
Through thoughts from you and me,
Comparing, preparing collectively.
Inner worlds act reflectively,
Creating what you see.
Acting as the entity,
Carrying you to me.
To my destiny,
To the rest of me.
The best of me,
Who I truly see.
A symphony to the Galaxy,
One entity separately.
All creating energy,
Finding balance in harmony.
Disarming negativity,
With heightened sensitivity.
We start shifting collectively,
Perceptively.
Our Perspective equally,
On being the change We wish to see.
Living respectively,
Spreading positivity.
Reflecting a reality you wish to see,
Without labels or scarcity.
Winter is a seasonal beauty; with her sparkling twinkling snow
Her frosting turns the landscape into a communal wedding cake.
She instigates thoughts in me I have not had since last winter.
I am inclined to make hot chili with jalapeno peppers.
Something hot to warm me inside while I marvel at the outside.
Fairies enter my mind as I stare into the all-encompassing whiteness.
I want to settle down with a good book and snuggle into my blankets.
But I like my job so another state of mind pushes this one out.
I locate my mittens, boots, scarf, fluffy coat and a face mask.
a face mask helps me avoid pneumonia in winter.
I slather myself with heavy coverings, so I can scrape my car.
the wipers are frozen tightly to the windshield
Watch out for black ice, a warning from the radio station.
As I maneuver my car out of my driveway I stare at winter.
Her beauty is disarming, but I understand her chameleon treachery.
I will be gritting my teeth until I arrive at my destination.
Scribbling in my writer's cafe,
Love happens along our way,
It's a keyboard pixie society,
You're a charming man,
Disarming, you can,
Cannot measure bliss,
"No Spring chicken, miss!"
Specks in vast universe,
Lovers love this verse,
Plan our pleasure today,
Love happens along the way.
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