Series Poems

3 Teams Western, Jazz, and Pop Horse race

It had matured into
something totally 
different from it's meager
begann9ings.
From what was made
a specticaule of
and doubted
now a realist view in light of
it's truth.
Practical and effeint
in every point of view
one spoke from up here 
even the lowest places seem
worthwhile and meaningful
the depths of it's reality
has been encompassed and surveyed
usage of every inch seems
practicail and the effeinacy of
it

August 13th, 2025 twenty six plus years since awful series of unfortunate events

August 13th, 2025 – twenty six plus years since awful series of unfortunate events

The following poem posted about a half hour before the bewitching hour that spelled calamity (which though a freaky Friday the thirteenth) did (nor does) not find me exceptionally superstitious, and rather than wait for the morrow, I feel so pent up

There is a teacher I know, part two, written but never sent series

There is a teacher I know. Someone who walks into the classroom like he’s stepped into a memory, quiet and worn, yet still showing up. He doesn’t speak much, but when he does, his voice carries more weight than volume. His words are deliberate, as if each one has been measured before release. There is

If they see her dying face, part two, written but never sent series

She will never tell a soul that she will die. She tells everyone, even the people closest to her, that what they found will be curable, at least mostly. Her brother, her friends, her boyfriend, and her extended family will be stuck with the lies until she takes her last breath. After she is gone.

If they see her dying face, part one, written but never sent series

There is another girl I know. She loves to people-watch during the time she has to waste, and when she has no time at all. There is a girl that I know who rests her feet on a bench, with her knees tucked tightly to her chest. There is a girl that I know who

Pink Flamingo

Pink hue flamingo it must be due to all
the carotenoid pigments feasted on 
algae and crustaceans
An elongated  neck spirals 
and filters such sensations
Sharing color is Okinawa salmon sushi,
bolster lobster and shrimp scrimp
Graceful qualifiers primp poised tropical dwellers
balancing effortlessly on one outstretched leg,
A ballerina’s pirouette in fuchsia tutus’
Statuesque stillness in shallow water
Rosette feathers flair flamboyance
Passionate

Saqi Poem Series: Collecting Stars

Saqi
I yearn
To pluck these stars
Out of their distant stupor
To hurl them 
And watch them explode
In the immeasurable
Distance
I yearn 
To thunder
My intentions
to rip down
mountainous curtains
I yearn
To make 
Curvaceous inroads
And watch the 
Majestic peaks
Bend to kiss the valleys
I yearn 
To stride across
Universes and 
dimensions
And bend destiny
To merge 
My reality 
in your presence
Saqi I warn you
Tonight I am

Bird's Love Song Series I

Eternal love is considerate, in its presence ~ gliders grace with elegance—Poet
                                All true and deep love is a sacrifice—Carl Jung
   

LOVE LYRICAL a Devotion Series Poem for Us

Play only love songs
For tonight’s starshine hours,
   with  its winking 
Constellations all
Hailed
And wished upon 

To make this night completely
Ours  ~
   and keep love’s longing
Lasting  
Here within us
Near
   enough to
Touch
Smiles
  
While our wooing words turn into
    gifts of kisses 
Re-living our first embraces

Prayer-monoku series

Prayer

open door to heaven - devil’s descent at such prospects

teeth and claws - the nails on the cross

light seeps through Christ’s wounds - more sheep gather

angels take notice - boldness of blood, sweat and tears

angels and demons - double-edged sword slashes perversity

prayer’s perspicacity - heaven wins

The Book Series 2 They Soul To Soul

This is about a First Time Spirit of the Soul Adventure Looking Eyes around with eyes wide with joy joy joy joy is kisses jubilation celebration soul to Soul laughter tasted sweet  But the They word keep ringing the bells in Me! They everywhere in a space called Earth to all! Wide! As a

My Book Series The Soul Of Myself No Flesh

My Dreams My Visions Inside the Soul of Myself.
  
Love awaits this soulful heart joy too peace too l love that is  what confident  love completely studied  the knocks and the pain of rejection at first but knows who he is and who his help comes from the Lord the Creator

World Series - Game 1

The bat is in Freddy Freeman's grip.
He's injured, but can he let it rip?
With two outs, bases loaded,
first pitch, his bat exploded - 
grand slam!  Freddy takes a four-base trip.

Woodpecker Blues-senryu series

beak’s pecking away
chiselling wood from my side
hole reveals insides

is it work or play
pecker’s constant yammering
or to stir me up

plug up scab or slug
the critter who’s fleshing out
a home for squirrels

i’m feeling squirrely
running on a hamster wheel
pounding on the walls

Elmer Fudd my spouse
guns blazing looking for fight
wily rabbit laughs

morning to midnight
tiptoe open door slowly
feels swoosh of

A SERIES OF ADVENTURES

Anyone who sees life as a series of adventures
will find themselves constantly grinning
because they know when one adventure comes to and end
a new one is beginning.

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