Mom February Poems

Preponderance of dimensions perplexes with bliss string fervor

Lake mine previous 
(stream of consciousness 
imponderable) poetic efforts,
sans spiritus mundi, converse
sing a boot unfamiliar thread,
and ignored common
sense...

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She cried on national television
A plea that broke my heart
Her baby clung so tightly
In the bomb shelter they embarked.

Once, I experienced such turmoil
No baby on...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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My birthday is on February 1,
and have searched for celebs with that birth date.
        but I did not...

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I can remember a February 
away back in nineteen seventy-four
'Twas a first meeting of my family
and my intended whom I'd spoken for.

Two hour ride to...

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Excitedly snapping boots into skis,
Thinking it’s nice, this cold winter breeze
That rustles the trees
And makes words freeze
Just when they are spoken.


Movement starts out shaky
The precipitation...

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Something old,
Something new,
Something borrowed,
Something blue.

My dress was old,
Reused from prom,
I had no gold,
But I had Mom.

My nails were new
What could I do?
My dress was blue,
I...

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(Dedicated to Folake)

Your eyes, woman
are like twilight rainbow
amorously bearing aloft passions of mine
toward androcytic ecstacy.
They tell of endless lights.

Night skies clarion the warmth of you
keep...

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