Long Summered Poems

I wonder what 
and whom
makes my transracial family tick.

Quick shadows of lopsided smiles.
Slapping white walls as you step by.
Are these tics
that make you tick somehow?

I know what ticks you off.
Disrespecting your sacred right
becoming lover you.
Yet...

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Joy in mourning
opens this new eye day.

Am I OK?

Healthy?

Compromised
yet survive able
air inhaling
"Death, tonight,
or some tomorrow,
my life's inevitable
closed,
no longer curious,
final answer."

Warm, wet exhaling,
"My moisture, too,
dying to reopen
yet another deep breath 
resurrecting dawn."

Is my heart still beating
safe...

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Hours and days and seasons
degenerating apartisan tipsy laughter,
seeding deep-rooted disrespect
and highest and phattest co-arising Presence

For those unconditionally warm
and wet
and indigenously wild
and sacredly wise Selectors 
who actually might be clever 
enough to know win/win personal Presence...

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When dancing Earth's tribal rhythms
natural seasons
light and heavy step
steeped nurturing intent
anxiously dark
anticipating bright
natural exotic music
dancing muse content

While singing deep spiritual
reasons
for light and night,
glad and sad feelings
above well-capitalized necks

And darker powerful feelings
down below
sacred 1/0 soul
of private...

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Lagniappe 
 
Wide plantation shutters open 
  With the laziness of 
 	Summered streams 
To blink against the shimmering reflections 
 Of brilliant midday 
   Dancing on the cobblestones, 
  	Mingling...

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My favored Muse
mysteriously asks
muted
kinda sexist
win/lose 
either/or 
complex bilateral questions.

Oppositional
defiant
nearly despairing quests
exploring why I have yet to find
Faith
Hope
or delightful Joy
as names for a boy

Who might be named
willful Father William
or Pastor warlike Warren
or Patriarchal terrifying Terrence
or even...

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Shades of autumn were in her smile,

   and red maple hues her eyes afire,

Clung yet to spring breeze

   and blossoms to hide,

   playful levity in all its wile;

In her...

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A Blustery Autumn Day

Mischievous bursts of autumn’s laughter
Pulls down the last of the season’s bright artistry
 Carried away on blustery gusts,
  Weaving a tapestry of autumn’s magic
    In tiny whirlwinds of...

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Saint of Lust

Release these chains of tortured deeds
Along a sculpted veering hedge
Upon this path where darkness feeds
Of jagged cliff so near the edge

For one false move, beware ahead
Beneath the agony now shown
Within these eyes and...

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The Messenger

I watched the clouds of afternoon
 Gather tempest force;
Now, from a cozy shelter
 View October's raging storm;
Watching through rain washed windows
 Golden oak trees quake
While from their summered branches
 Autumn treasures take.

Drops of glistening...

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seeking elusive violets
     in shadowy patches 
           beneath jacaranda trees
     a window of sunlight fell upon you

desiring...

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Summer sun bakes the desert hot rocks near sand
Swimming pool, cool decking, green grass welcomes
Warmest season, diving board jump and splash
Smiles, laughter, enjoyment; now lunchtime chips and dip, with yummy ginger ale hums.

Sky blue, vivid...

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Grace had floated royal 
among the sweet summered months,
and not a moment had passed
without the nectar of love;

Three feathered lords so fledgling
white-black,
sleeping white at noon,
'neath arbors brawn....
where the nestles are soft with love,
and dream to...

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Wildflowers

Your words scream out the relative cynicism
Of an age that doesn’t believe
	In anything –
		Not God nor Goodwill
		Nor possibility:
You label me a Pollyanna,
		Mary Sunshine,
		And a fool
For believing – 
	For grasping onto every positive mystery,
	For staking claim...

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On a chilly night
while humanity snored,
       love stormed
       the world without a whisper.

With soft trumpet sound
Heaven chimed a melody,
    ...

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Whispers of Autumn

Whispers of Autumn

Autumn wakes to an umber jubilee
In the splendor of scarlet reveries ~
When she shakes free these her golden tresses.

Now Autumn whispers an amber sonnet
In summered fields, for fading bluebonnets ~
Love poems...

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09-25-2015

Summered Autumn Winter Bite                               ...

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The cottage was small and squat
and set in a clearing
high above a summered vale.
The boy returned in dapper clothes
and holocaust mind and asked 
to where it was he came.

Young eyes moved
along the winding road below;
his...

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