Long Vining Poems

It was an autumn day, fresh and crisp,
with a slight breeze blowing that made 
our cheeks rosy.  My Aunt Trix and I were
on the trip of a lifetime, one in which she
had been making...

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notification of fire evacuation 
     slated to occur 
April 12th, 2018 (between the hours 
     of 9:00 am and 12 pm) did spur
me to validate Google asper,
 
that direct object heave ving, 
     pro noun sub bull,...

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I'll be thinking of you as the cloak of night weeps lullabies to the waiting moon,
where morning star through cloudless sky sips the sweet of morning dew,
still, if the light should forget to shine, the...

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Trumpeting in the morning glories                              ...

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In the grand days of old let the truth be told/

Those ships and mate's in plight,

With ancient fool's who had launched in an all night battle !

The one who stayed alone and quiet would lose/

A...

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Even the hollow reed voices across sand, dry plains, 
startling lilt, notes we can remember.
We can forget. Forgetting is our salvation, 
not reincarnation.
When memory is destroyed, we are spared
thorns, destiny.
No further life.
Peace be with you.
With...

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  "cancer can attack your body but it cannot touch your heart
               and it cannot touch your soul and...

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A HEART THAT LOVES 

A heart that loves 
Is captivated by a pink sunrise,
Which sings
   Out from the cover of the violet-
   Black lace of night tatted 
In the same patterns...

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Mysterious monarch of the sky micro fauna             									like the moth to the flame drawn to sweet purple perfume	 	    ...

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A nip in the air portends the coming days
When summer wanes and autumn returns,
All nature prepares in many diverse ways
Flora and fauna nurturing various concerns,
Even while September’s warm weather stays.

Swirling oak leaves traverse the meadow
‘Twas...

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I WAS A GREEN ROSE LABELED A THUG...I SPROUTED/AMOUNGST THE WEEDS OF THE EARTH WITH THORNS AND POISIONOUS SPIKES/I DIDN'T WAIT ON SUNSHINE FOR I BLOSSEMED IN DARKNEST AS THE WIND PROVIDE NURISHMENT TO MY...

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Together – he and I – him and me
We grow things in abundance
Green beans, tomatoes, squash
Okra, calves, chicks and pigs
Guineas and turkeys, some kittens
A puppy who is mostly grown
But never too old to play

Together –...

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My Love Is Poetry

I like following her trail
For better or for worse without fail
I like seeing her red roses
Vining up in front of my nose
A daily bouquet of her poems
Words and messages that hit home
Her...

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Come to a place of enlivening comfort.
In this exotic garden, lift your lungs. 
Vanilla beans dangle from the vining orchid. 
A likeness of birthday cake baking
awakens adrenaline, 
as exciting and familiar as friends,
as smooth and...

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flowers
in hues pretty
that sway, flutter, and dance
with spirit, soul, life, and essence
flowers

flowers
petals in rows
thirsting, drinking, smiling
with sweet joy, bliss, glee and delight
flowers

flowers
beside a stream
flowing, drooping, growing
at times still, hushed, quiet, serene
flowers

flowers
growing in woods
vining, clinging,...

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Softly
you enter the red tide, that sateen
landscape lithographed on the back
of eyelids.

Aging
means not caring anymore.

A sea of sidewalks await--
celestial and gray in the evening
tonality.

It always ends that way.

A magenta moon embosses
a chiaroscuro sky. A cicada
churns...

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A small kernel, a tiny seed,
drifts into a fertile mind,
floated by inspiring muse,
sometimes angry, sometimes kind.

In furrows richly watered
ideas imbed, softening;
anticipated, cracking shell,
swift burst at kernel's opening.

Pale greening shoots, sprouting branch,
vining leaves garner images,
sparkling similes,...

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