Places Warm Poems

as the mouths vomit the truths, lies search warm dark places.

July 17/2023...

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I might feel grand
aspiring to omnipotent
omniscience

Whereupon omnipresence
might feel less necessary,
or even possible,
or desirable

In a secularized
reduced
dissociated apartheid,
sacred Us v sinful Them

An omnipotently inflammatory place
for every Other...

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It is a nice day today
the trees are blossoming
the flowers are nice
later on, there is ice.

The summer months
the changing weather
prepared, extra items of clothing
Birds are...

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The Spark

I believe

I am a law breaker
Reprieved from a sentence to dwell in a dark , empty , bottomless internal well .

I believe

Strengthen me to...

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warm country feelings
littlest house
on the prairie



posted on July 4, 2018...

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When night’s candles
 wax in the breeze,
a glow draws near while loved ones are far...
I would scan places dimensions away 
For in reveries
they bask among...

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I want to see light without burning my eyes,
or having to squint, and adjust -

to stare at the sun without fear
of consequence, to feel its

warmth...

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Went by robin's tree house,
this morning, stopped by
to listen to wonderful
sounds they send out.

Such a warm welcome
they gave me, so
many of them spoke
to me, as...

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Warm rain gushes from the bright sky,
to free all clouds of their heavy weight
and nourish everything below...
even the dry beak of a sparrow;
we didn't ask...

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Drove home in the cold
Lighting a fire to keep warm
Sipping hot chocolate....

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Outside the winter winds are playing.
The beat of the drums,blare of the horns,
the strings that are strummed,
sing forth jack Frost's melody.

    Safe...

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A warm comforting home environment environment adorned with
paintings, cushions,flowers, soft couches, afternoon sunlight
Streaming through laced windows breathing out cooking aromas
of chicken soup and incense fragrance...

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OLD PLACES. . . 
old smells, and old things,
they strike something in the 
core of me.

PLACES WE ONCE WERE . . .
fences, sidewalks, parks,
I hear...

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