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.
The power of poetry
the world is our Muse
No part unimportant
no win and no lose
Alive and unending
she waits to be born
Inside what we’ve written
with joy — and forlorn
From Everest to Mariannas
her messages lie
Above and below us
to welcome inside
Reborn with each musing
her power to save
inside every passage
— from birth to the grave
(The New Room: September, 2026)
Musing days
in many ways
most riddles solved
the softer they're played
"All men dream: but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dreams with open eyes, to make it possible." -- T.E Lawrence, 'Lawrence of Arabia'
I am a dangerous dream,
That haunts your waking hours,
I’ve watched you begin to scream,
Your thoughts locked in their towers.
I kissed the rain away,
So you could see the light,
But now I can’t stay,
You’re spellbound in sunlight.
Don’t let those dangerous dreams,
Become your waking reality,
Stay within the sunlit streams,
Hold fast to your morality.
The musings of the mind
listened to the musings of the feet
they left together.....amused
Those Few
Everyone
is born unique
But many die
as clones
Lost of promise
Grace endowed
With joy bereft
a drone
Everyone
His image shared
Till falling
from the Light
Beatific
Vision lost
Alone
— to face the night
(The First Book Of Prayers: February, 2026)
From The Maelstrom
We are
separate
We are
distant
We are
many
— we are one
From the
cities
From the
country
From the
maelstrom
— we become
(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)
So Close And Yet ...
Feasting on the
lettered law
Abandoning
its spirit
Crippled by
the sanctioned rules
Afar
— when we’re so near it
(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)
In The Offing
Poetry
is the weight training
of writers
Building new couplets
each musing
reweighted
Lactic
endowment
new pain in old phrasings
Success
in the offing
— as writing expands
(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)
Love is a ship
that already sailed
Once upon my lips
but in reality failed
I am not sad
It’s a super power
Experience that
Is a healing tower
Is better to love
Even if you lose
It builds you up
To skies of blues
I am content now
Knowing I am love
I write it down
All my tender stuff
The monk told me
It would distract
But I boldly
Didn’t listen to that
I’m a free spirit
Who’ll always love
I can feel it
From God above
From Washington D.C. is launched an attack
against a venal South America communist
While in Seattle, WA a North American communist
is sworn into office as the city’s mayor
I hear that Seattle residents voted in a middle-aged woman
whose parent still help her with her rent payments
And in NYC, a man with no record of achievement whatsoever
Zero Zohran – now Mayor of America’s largest city
What a hoot! But America can’t have it both ways.
If we are going communist, we’ll have to free Madura
FAT CHANCE OF THAT!
Oh hypnotize, yon fields of grace,
your supple stems in wind’s embrace
and fill your scent my breathing space,
in sunlit rows and shadows
mid fuzzy hum in meadows.
Ahh bloom, dear blossoms, lavender!
Intoxicate the atmosphere;
a dalliance with yesteryear.
Do sway with rhythm blowy
sweet fleurs petite and showy,
do sway and let selves undulate
with air in rhythm celebrate
along with songs of windchimes, faint.
Oh dance, yes dance young breezes!
Romance the plume that teases
and reaches for the gold in skies,
where sylphs of sunset fraternize
as earth and heavens fantasize
of flowy ballerinas.
For gods a panacea
and too, my muse, as fingers sweep
the silk of petals on spikes steep
to wake my dreams that were asleep.
For long they lay forgotten
their silver-gleam stems trodden.
Oh rise in rhythm, wind! Do rise,
and gift my voice a tryst with chimes,
recite with lilt soprano rhymes...
Make smooth my pulse to groove through veins
like lavender in tufted waves
...and wind, let whirl the rooster’s vane.
While I in solemn silence sit
Sad, forgotten and desolate
She comes and simply with her wit
Dispels the gloom, regret and hate.
But she lives only in my mind,
For in the grave she’s long confined.
November 1, 2025
Among 2nd Place
Bite Size Contest no127
Sponsored by Line Gauthier
(“Depth Psychology Merit Badge”, 2015, original oil)
The mind is a mysterious thing
Handling the conscious and unconscious
Simultaneously,
A true multitasker behind its multimasked face.
So much remains below the surface
Monitored, projected and reacted to instinctively
Without even needing to rise to the level
Of conscious awareness.
And what does rise, getting all the attention,
Is often the same old stuff
Patterns and habits, worries, hopes and fears
Wearing deep grooves so hard to erase.
Below, the current shifts, fluidly
In tidal rhythms but with a constantly creative
Playful air that seems to defy
Its survival imperative.
How can the mind be so accepting
In the face of change’s annihilation?
Maybe it knows something in the depths
Which we mere mortals with rational logic reject.
Something fluid, tidal and creative
Something both above and below
Something which is a nothing
But the light reflected in her face.
(10/7/25)
I saw them paint the lake
watercolor
with her own water
My own blood made
beautiful
Is all I can hope for
when I close my eyes
everything goes unseen
life is honest
and soft enough for these dreams
wildish winds in my mind
breath of inspiration
I saw something subtle, in Mr. De Niro
I get the gist Trump, is just not his hero.
He’s not a good fella, and not his godfather;
And was sure the election, would be a big slaughter.
Aperta
All of my life
the window stayed open
The good and the bad
— beginning to end
(Dreamsleep: April, 2025)
Verbal Teflon
If the message
doesn’t stick
— the words are in vain
(Dreamsleep: April, 2025)
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