Crisp and even, glistening in the sun Ganache spread over the face of the world Drips frozen in place as if time has stopped Branches heavy with glitter reach the ground The raucous slumber rages through the woods The air is still, mother nature sleeps
“The Farm” a poem
As the sun goes down on the farm and the colors turn to gray thinking of times gone my mind slips away as I feel my way Just like olden times worked out in muscle and blood the circle carries us around we hope we find love as we feel our way Ponies grazing in … Continue reading “The Farm” a poem
“Patience?” a poem
Patience is a virtue Why wait? Good things come Now? Preparation and opportunity Imagination and will Blossoming of a flower Flight of a raptor
“Courage to Create” a poem
Courage to break the silence, To contribute to the universal vibration Does not come easy. When every note is played for gods and angels, And spaces between notes Are whole universes, The audacity to stand naked In that hallowed company Is nothing short of revolution. Finding inner calm in that space, We twist threads to … Continue reading “Courage to Create” a poem
“Fatal Flaw” a poem
I twist and contort flinching as I grasp I feel my love is unsafe in your hands I don't judge your purity or presuppose your actions I need a safe place that valiantly resists the elements Deeds are filled with thousands of pages and images And words only confuse and clutter I know only my … Continue reading “Fatal Flaw” a poem
“Troublemaker” a poem
When it comes that I should see A face gazing not so merrily I am taunted, temped, intrigued And feel myself immediately in league With mighty tenacious cherubim Who feel it's a job given to them To muster an elevation of spirit Whatever feat might achieve it Not content to let a single frown Hold … Continue reading “Troublemaker” a poem
“Surprise” a poem
Look into the dark places Beaconing the shadows Imbibe the way they scatter Botany of illusion As leaves before the wind All that is real is light Fearsome demons befriended Fears casually maligned As hoar frost delights From a warm cozy chair
“Attitude of Watchfulness” a poem
Wait Waiting If I must wait Still I don’t like waiting What can one do when forced to wait Try patience when one is waiting Trying patience to wait Really waiting Just wait Wait Breathe Breathing I always breathe I don’t notice breathing Life is often unseen, like breathe Much goes on while one is … Continue reading “Attitude of Watchfulness” a poem
“Cry Yes” a poem
How I long to embrace that perfect smile, press dewy dreams to rosy petals, fragrant labellum sheltering heavenly thoughts Privileged discretions soothe and inspire, entwined digits clinching forever, consumed by the blissful vision Sensual polyphony, uncharted organ music, let them sing spiritual entropy, broken chains (mind+body+soul) x duality=Us Shall we hold court? Shall we silly … Continue reading “Cry Yes” a poem
“Two Streams” a poem
Daydreaming dreaming of the way Two streams join their wet winding and wander to the sea in cohesion Subtleties of shade and temperature mixing and blending, form and content carving its own place in earth Sideglances and back-pedalling last scarcely seconds, as the torrent falls and rolls to the sea In each drop and … Continue reading “Two Streams” a poem
“Mindshift” a poem
Mindshift Mindgame mindwalk Iamforyou youareforme nevermismatchedeverlastlovelong Long Long are the nights without you long are the roads traveled without you and long are the winds that carry the scent of your hair Shall we dance Shall we hold hands Shall we free our demons and watch them wiggle in the night Meet … Continue reading “Mindshift” a poem
“Dance with Me” a poem
A partner so fleet a dance without feet waltzing away to the wind so sweet No fear to look down wave goodby to the ground the band plays "Starstruck", angelic in sound An auburn wahine and a boy oft called "seen" painted a picture, them as king and queen
“Want to Wrestle?” a poem
Deerest, do I fawn? Am I ready? I'm a lap ahead. picturing the smirk of indignation at the suggestion. My romantic persona rises to the occasion. I toss the gauntlet, I raise my coat of arms on the field, I commit to the fight...... never mind. Want to wrestle? Auburn hair and changing eyes deep … Continue reading “Want to Wrestle?” a poem
“Where Is My Bird?” a poem
Sunrise birds jamming to the sun more sounds than should fit in the air breathing melodically saturated air and basking in the renewal the dawn brings I wonder "Where is my bird?" no cages no tethers as we must remain still this time of day I wish I had chains.
“Commensalism” a poem
Generous Fortuna caused us to meet Two long distance runners on cobbled streets Cartwheels and skips without concern While the flatfoots still struggle to learn It may seem, at times, we are matched to run heats but with you or I one shouldn't compete symbiotic, parasitic and mutual ism's can't compare to polar-shifting commensalism
“Energize” a poem
E=mc2 the "House that Jack built" 1000 miles an hour life is for learning the sweet smell of nature "Baby it's bigger than the both of us" whirling dervish, yin and yang always was silver lining the peasants are closest to god with simple dreams supplicating with eyes to the heavens so you say you … Continue reading “Energize” a poem
“Who Guru” a poem
Is it you we are here for? We have a notion of you, from your story or song. You shared so deeply we all felt deep. Fresh from the streets so clear so bright, elegance radiating from words and smile, bringing your message home to our hearts. Blitzkrieg so blazing it sank right in, resistance … Continue reading “Who Guru” a poem
“If Only” a poem
It always seems hard a task out of hand To keep spirits high our moods in command With the passing of time webs are twisted thick Secrets are revealed we learn weakness quick Using what we find we paint the world black To defend our pride we go on attack Our senses are sharp imagining … Continue reading “If Only” a poem
“Note to Self” a poem
In the midst of Winter's dance against a blackened sky the winds will chant with no clouds to break its maddening rant the gods will come to join you If you try to move, you'll find you can't as heaven will its glory plant placing you deep in a trance you'll turn to see yourself … Continue reading “Note to Self” a poem
“Never Learned His Name” a poem
On a walk I met a special man, talked together as well as two souls can With one mind we shared our words today, just to confirm there was nothing to say He came from a far and distant place, It was easily read on the skin of his face Renewed my trust, renewed my … Continue reading “Never Learned His Name” a poem
“Time” a poem
What time is it? What is it, time? Is it time? What? Time, is it what? It is time
“The Pen Awaits” a poem
The pen awaits my mind wanders the broom calls the dust beckons the paper is blank my thoughts are full all about everything but the paper and pen
“Fuzzy Onesie” a poem
It was a fuzzy onesie Colorful, like a caterpillar might wear A turtle neck and snaky arms Worn and stretched to perfection Attracting me like a bee to a flower Thoughts of cuddling, tumbling, squeezing fill my mind and make me want to say "Honey, do you really have to go?"
“When the World Was Young” a poem
When the world was young, easy to see God's handiwork done; Creation ongoing in every blossom and bloom, Even Winter's darkness held naught of our doom; Dervish whirling, phantasmagorical in hue, everything natal, spring-fresh and new; The feeling of wonder and erotic joy, captured in every rainbow, flower and toy; Vibrating, pulsing in psychedelic repose, … Continue reading “When the World Was Young” a poem
“Selina” a poem
Selina teases from behind her verdant gauze, a blushing sylvan mounting the hypaethral stage. Assiduous votaries occlude all other thoughts, filled with exuberance in their obeisance. Stepping lightly from behind her translucent blind, a refulgent sigil to which no sobriquet is worthy, sheds her panoply and rises to the heavens, while renascent voyeurs, awe-struck, stare. … Continue reading “Selina” a poem
“She Rose” a poem
She rose, large and full over the winter landscape Her refulgence obfuscating her subtle beauty An oft-used looking glass, mounting the heavens Ebullient in her assent, her daily rounds A window to the the soul of the lonely traveller Hopes and fears race across her diaphanous screen A moment in an eternity, as time in … Continue reading “She Rose” a poem
“Inspiration” a poem
What say ye today oh muses? Move my heart, I'll suffer no excuses. Alight my mindstreams tied to diamond moonbeams, Don't be fickle or make me preem on this day of splendid dreams. Rant, dazzle, confound or impart, whatever comes I will surely take to heart.
“When Was Peace-time?” a poem
Was there day a minute a second which passed without bloodshed Certainly not a decade a lifetime or century passed without unthinkable acts I have heard of peace-time, but when was it? After the war to end all wars? Some lives have known peace, but not so our creations Has a minute has passed without … Continue reading “When Was Peace-time?” a poem
“Songbird” a poem
I hear you as the sky brightens tickling my ears with your sweet song With closed eyes I see you clearly wrapped in your aural embrace The melody is familiar twist of an age-old theme heard for the first time a tune of my making The stories you share sparkle my windswept being revealing what … Continue reading “Songbird” a poem
“I Dream” a poem
I dream we are on a high dais, basking in the cosmic rays Overlooking the world, vessel of all souls, we dance Love of life, love of love, championing the refulgence of Beauty Lighter of darkness, caster of shadow we sing of creation A binary system collapsed to one, no line of separation between, shockwave … Continue reading “I Dream” a poem
“The Artist’s Face” a poem
Detritus of heaven stormed by shocktroops of the muses, the brave souls tempted to the fray by the promise of cerebral booty corralled and swept by brush and pen. Heaped treasures from the sky collected and securely fixed to illustrious page and canvas. Fearing not the critic's rage, they coax evolution of the grace that … Continue reading “The Artist’s Face” a poem
“Looking” a poem
Eye-cornered, furtive shadow glimpses; wisps occasioned to approximate form; half-lit de javu of a story not yet told; sharing my footsteps on a quest for tomorrow. Inward trudging, mind-field tip-toeing; look-longing glances, recognition hopes high; Over-eye shoulder casts, no bounty shown; dancing my thought prints of yesterday gone Stalking perception, flashes taunting memories; the beast, … Continue reading “Looking” a poem
