Glimpses of Heaven on Earth
As Pema the old pug,
Deaf and blind,
But still overflowing with love
Nuzzles up against my side
While Lily the young and wild one
Runs in zoomies around us
Up and down
Couches and coffee tables.
Who would imagine finding Heaven
Here and now
As simply and clearly
As a dog’s joy.
(7/22/26)
Mother, Mother?
Stand aside.
While we pass this cup among us.
Corruption of your love?
Our pity and sorrow overflow.
Who of us has not surrendered for a price,
for the security of loved ones?
Hands held forth for silver,
standing in line to kiss the lips of betrayal.
Our pioneer forefathers
hungry, ambitious, deadly.
Conquered new frontiers,
and labored in genocide.
Massacring 'the others',
while affirming their righteousness before God.
Guilt washed clean by baptismal water.
The garden is too wild, too natural
it must conform, must be tamed.
The fruit from the tree of knowledge
left to fall, forbidden.
We turned away from her.
Smashing statues in mob frenzy,
persecuting in the name
of a Hypatia hating patriarchy.
We abandon our once sacred trust
seeking dominion of a world
that can only love us in return.
The lamb that nuzzles the slaughter's hand.
The bride that lifts her veil to kiss
a misogynist man.
It is 7:41 p.m.
we are in the middle of the forest
in a meadow, in the country, in Kansas
unnamed insects are cheeping and buzzing
my sixty-two-foot oak is singing with sounds
a half-moon is barely visible
the sky is light, not blue, not gray
my dog nuzzles my hand
he’s a baby, needing attention
fancies that I am his mama
my older dog waits for the puppy’s cue
dog next door is still making noise
in unison they begin their neighborly barking responses
I wait for nine thousand insects to descend on my head
thinking crickets, mosquitos, ticks and locusts
the cheeping and buzzing is louder now.
suns warmth
distant ardent
nuzzles a gentle touch
as zephyrs glean mid the blooms of
sweet scent.
Cuddles and feelings make the world so good.
Hushed our embrace, our silence understood.
Ten spare lights, as our romance is revealed.
Jenni in love, our hearts gently healed.
Jenni I allow you to ravish me this night.
Mutual trust, a bond shining bright.
Harmonious whispers dance in the air.
Gazebo nuzzles, a moment so rare.
Caressing souls, as sweet as your perfume.
Aspiring union in our discrete bedroom.
Hold love safe from shadows' loom.
Eight Words 2 8-8-24
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Velvet Night
On a warm, velvet summer night,
When moonlight drips in a soft SIGH,
The scents of LILACS bathe starlight
And CAJOLE crickets to reply.
MISTY castles enchant SLUMBER
On a warm, velvet summer night
Spent hearts dream in shades of umber
In mystical moonstruck half-light.
Midnight mistrals, rufous bobwhites,
Chirp with sweet sonata finesse
On a warm, velvet summer night
Soft breath of summer seeks to bless.
ETCHING calm into WEARY eyes
Sweet wine of sleep nuzzles midnight
Dulcet GUITAR blooms – sweet tones rise –
On a warm, velvet summer night.
Floral fragrance
Fizzes
Nasal nostalgia
Nuzzles
Pristine passion
Persuades
Testing
Tempting
Lips-lust
Lingers
Hypnotized heart
Heaves
Cosmos
Countermands
First time?
Full-tilt fast-time?
Kissing
Kindling
Cardiovessels
Convulse
Hedonism
Haunts
Hearts
Harmonize
Graceful and sleek, with fur so soft,
A feline beauty, aloof and oft,
She prowls the night with watchful eye,
In search of prey that scurries by.
With stealth and skill, she makes her move,
Her razor-sharp claws and teeth to prove,
She's queen of the hunt, the master of all,
A creature of instinct, she heeds nature's call.
Yet when the day is done, and the night is through,
She'll curl up beside you, purring anew,
Her contented purrs, a soothing sound,
As she nuzzles your hand, and snuggles down.
So regal and proud, and yet so sweet,
This furry friend, our hearts doth meet,
With her playful antics and loving ways,
Our lives enriched, forever and always.
In the waning moments of daylights song;
night birds at rest call softly to the stars
cicadas and crickets noisily sing;
as the golden hour waves goodbye.
Baby deer and ducks look on amazed;
everything goes silent; it’s the edge of night;
a lonely Queen sits, shining her crown;
for nowhere can the golden light stay.
During the dark of night a misty rain falls
touching treetops along the deep valley.
Dripping from branches to rising creeks;
Sleepy eyes carry water from the fountain.
Memories of her float about the fields
from winding paths we feel her presence.
Into the depth of our hearts; the memories speak,
of an old broken tree that used to stand tall.
A hummingbird gently nuzzles a trumpet vine;
the sun falls gracefully upon her passing;
the old queen’s crown shall always shine;
But nowhere can the golden light stay.
sweating snow, travel
a go? heavenly flakes
fluttering, stimulating, drawing
attention to themselves
cockapoo doesn’t sweat
his tail, sweep
sweep,sweep
his black coal nose nuzzles
the glorious landscape
slowly inches, back
to hearth and home
idly i stare, through off-white
curtains - they seemed white
yesterday; today
a go? impact:
will we head home…
Nov 2022
Magnetic connect,
select and effect,
as of heart’s yearning
and desires burning.
Vibrational touch
sans mind’s thought flow crutch,
enabled by grace,
pierces veil of space.
No jigsaw puzzles
mire, as love nuzzles
core of our being,
for direct seeing.
Yet it’s all in vain,
since boon becomes bane.
Why’d we wish to see
lust, pride and envy?
Each realm or domain,
in timeless time’s slain,
being but desire,
of our heart afire.
Mind, body, third eye;
they all make soul sigh,
for we’re now weary
of thought forms dreary.
Every instrument
must be decadent
to secure release,
that we flow with ease.
Source of every thought
is ego begot
or desire of soul,
wishing to feel whole.
Thus, when we let go
of this dream world’s flow,
as our soul’s end game,
we become the flame.
04-July-2022
Early bright lithe and lively morning fresh breath,
Swish through and with a courtly, pirouette.
Breezing trees hear the whispers of their own leaves.
The rain's philter makes the earth surface dance.
Near the river's edge ducklings splash in play;
Swirls break the echo moving surface song.
The day rolls up exhausted, nightfall slowly creeps
And nuzzles into the horizon once again.
3/27/2022
Little sways in shower streams
bring on fond memories of sweet
Old Town. Fountains, heavenly
guides. Bricks and rubble take
witness to unheard passions and
half hearted lies. Flats and floating
coats. Subtle splashes on cobbled
roads. We spin and glide between
street lamps. There’s a longing in
the back of a lengthy taxi ride.
A thumb nuzzles where tears have
left thin, jaded lines. I dream of hot
springs, for more than shower water.
For you, you who can be rid of the
knots around the bend of my spine.
For my sweet Old Town, for what can
only have been love made tangible,
comprehensible and personified.
you fall in love
faster than you ever did before
stunned you have lived without this creature
who mews like a baby kitten
and nuzzles your arm
you feel invincible and alive
for the first time ever
knowing you will die happy now
Lavender moments after the sunset
Unhurried glow blends in dark of night
Memory of the day draped in shadows
Invisible photons waltzing too bright.
Neon blues in promise of cosmic.love
Obscures an evening of nameless stars
Usurping the sky, a shining goddess
Sensuous fire chisels the path of Mars.
Vision luminous in a moonless gold sky
Enticing soft, frolicked her marcelled hair
Nuzzles her lover, they are galaxies apart
Untethered his Venus, breaths they share.
Solemn stillness celebrates everywhere.
Dated 12th May 2021
Sponsor Matt Caliri
Contest Name Planet
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