THE TAO OF TWO
The attic steps
Once I climbed
The door ajar
Alone inside
I watched you stare
Though no one there
You reached for one
But none beside
What secrets kept
Beneath your breast
What is so dark
You won't confess
What storm still stirs
Inside that chest
Who holds the key
With such contempt
Your love for one
Though hard I try
Seems I am lost
And don't know why
For what is said
And what is meant
The Tao of two
You, and I
WHAT IF
Memory stirs
One faceless
Unnamed
Be better served
Be blind to such pain
But I choose to exist
In the realm of, what If
Of wanting and wish
To find you again
PIROUETTE
Dark, the clouds
Move the sky
High above, the rain
Begins it's fall
Unties the towel
Loose, around your waist
The first drops dance
Across your back
You wrap, and run away
You turn to pirouette
So proud
Bow, the clapping waves
A long ago memory of a girl i knew. A ballerina.
When it would rain we would travel to the beach.
Alone, because of the weather ... She loved to dance in the sand.
I am wandering the wilderness of life searching,
'tortured by the taste of touch' and desire,
I feel the heart and pulse of the forest,
the cadence, the rise and fall, the music of Wind
through the trees- he is whispering and calling my name,
as leaves and flower petals dance and twirl-
Oh, Wind, my love- I have hungered for your caress.
working on my poem
My heart's at half-mast for dear Molly McGee
Who was drawn and quartered and buried at sea
They thought her a temptress, known only to me
Convicted of mischief and skulduggery
So, I dropped to my knees and prayed to the Lord
Tho, devout as I was, my prayers were ignored
I bowed to the Captain, I begged and implored
But watched my dear Molly, get dumped overboard
Then I shouted her name and jumped in the sea
And followed the body of Molly McGee
Two lovers united, where hearts can be free
Our souls are now mingled, my Molly and me
you have these moments i am held
dazed in your essence
when your concern catches me deep
a vividness my heart surrenders to
the slight reverse touch to your heart
apprehensions walk deep within
a countenance of a mein
a soft prayer in a breath
God stop this
the soft plea only a woman possesses
that carries the dire warning
there are the unforgiven
pariahs who never return
this is one jewel in a chest
i keep in my heart from other moments
such as you looking up
lost in your garden, hands in dirt
upon knees, wiping a moist brow
asking, would you get me some iced tea
alas, the fate of a man who only drinks coffee
a man whose only wish when crossing the veil
accompanied by a chest of jewels
Oregon 9/26/26
In the daylight,
I see you
With broad strength,
Carry your children,
Gather words
To feed the financial machine,
Run, fight, skate
On ice so thick,
A thousand fires would freeze.
In the night-time,
I follow your eyes
To uncovered places,
Where taste and scent
Push out from the sheets
Through a window,
Whose pane
The moon could not break,
To turn old light into stars.
Carnival lights swim in circles like snakes guarding a secret,
machinery fog hovers question marks over heads of teen lovers.
Scents take me back to you. Pink sugar. Screams echo a thrill.
Lips touch and throats constrict inside tunnels of first love shadows,
merry-go-round parents cross fingers in hopes that the spinning
night air will tire a child. An omnipotent loudspeaker calls a win.
The island dreams ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
And ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ dance ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ sways upon ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ the ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ sea.
Here we ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ wander ¦¦¦¦ with woven hands,
Murmuring ¦¦¦¦¦¦ lip to lip,
Along ¦¦¦ grass, along ¦¦¦ sands,
Murmuring ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ away ¦¦¦ the unquiet lands:
How ¦¦¦ alone ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
A ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ burning heart,
One with ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ wings ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ heavy ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ dove
¦¦¦¦ moans ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ a hundred days:
How ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ eve ¦¦¦ hushed the feathered ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ blaze.
(Blackout of The Indian To His Love by William Butler Yeats)
This year was the year of Poetry.
I wrote 156 poems this year on poetry soup.
156 poems this year to remind people to Trust in Jesus.
God is with us and we are going home soon.
Faith in Jesus grows with each poem.
Lord Jesus stay with us always.
Thank you Jesus for all you have done with me this year of Poetry.
I will see you in the clouds family.
Praise Lord Jesus forever for he is worthy of all Glory and Honors.
THAT WHICH SHOULD NOT BE
A long forgotten kiss
Lies bitter on my tongue
Like salt and copper pitch
Blood, and secrets none
A wind worn sail
Hangs loose across my arms
A lash, the Devil's tail
Breaks the morning calm
Dreams of touching you
Breathes fire to my wounds
Ridicule and ruin
Burn, like falling stars
That which should not be
A shell, the desert Sun
Driftwood in the sand
Water, there is none
Love is the building of moments; making each one unique.
Love I am here, like the feeling of air; unseen but near.
Love you pulled me into your arms, now I feel you with just a thought in my mind.
Love you are like the rain, you wash away the old and make me feel new and refreshed.
Love you are like the sunrise, you make the day feel alive, you fill me with your warmth and love with just your smile.
Love you are like butter on my toast, you make me feel sweet and crisp and delightful each morning.
Love you are like a brisk walk, you make me feel like moving and getting all my thoughts on track.
Love you today and always, my love.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
So beautiful you are, like a moon shining you are bright each moment in time.
So beautiful you are, you make all the moment in time feel special and memorable with all your acts of kindness.
So beautiful you are, spreading love, joy and forgiveness, making us all feel cleansed with your actions to heal us.
Heal us from all our wounds, wounds from the one who wants us to be crucified in this life.
So beautiful you are, to make us, to allow us time to grow to learn to make everything right with life.
For Jesus told us that we are all on our paths, each with a mission, walking through life and home to God's house.
So beautiful the ways to God, lifting all our love and intentions for healing and positive outcomes.
Love you are the way, you can make each day more beautiful with love and kindness, and leading a path forward home to God.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Tokyo Jazz Club
You played a solo on the bandstand but didn’t dig the sound your tenor was searching for/ something new, a note big enough to blow the whole town down/
Between sets, you caught a laugh rising from the bar/
a woman’s laugh, curling like smoke through blue light, full-bodied, bright, sweet with danger/
You heard Giant Steps inside it, each burst of joy a door swinging open/
You stole no melody—only the freedom of it/ transposing her wild laughter into a sound unheard/
raw and pure, free jazz for sure, a midnight breeze running loose through New York streets/
Now your music was hip to the score, a fusion of brass and laughter, a solo shaped for her alone/
At the end of the night, my horn held her close/
or was it you beneath those stars, where Jelly Roll Morton rolled through carnival lights glowing like flowers in the dark?
We swam in the teeming torrent of tinged twilight
across the crimson crescendo of stardust salsa
to the broken edge of the nocturnal niche,
melting in the sunburst dulcet dawn, entwining us.
We floated on the ripples of the jasmine breeze
in the wake of satin shadow of catamaran clouds,
and soared high on the cobalt canopy of belonging,
swathed by the tonal tapestry of our lavender love.
In the drizzle of departing twilight you walked away
from my withered garden once an emerald emblem.
Your stride squashed the flower of my longing,
its pining petals lay in my demolished heart’s debris.
I now saunter sullen to the silent sea-shore of sorrow,
my emotions swirl like the crests of broken waves
in the tide of remote time when you were mine.
I fail to discern where the stream I cry flows to lie.
You’ll never know how much I miss you.
While the splinters of my heart weep secretly
furtive tears roll in search of you in ecstasy ruins.
l hide here so nobody sees me cry.
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