an opus

Byjucasso

the dusty road
dusk a hush of rust and gold
the evergreens have no leaves
tho something up their sleeves
to pine away the time
tied up in knots
the needles taught and slim
to let the wind blow in
the earth lay at their root
as owls lay awake and hoot
crest fallen they regroup
to feel a chill so soon
before the sting of winter
when the sun will cool
sunlight on the rocks
cold as ice would freeze
the warmest heart
still in the chill of darkness
life is formidable at best
for the creatures in their nest
as a biting wind will break
the bough
and hinder in winter
takes a final bow
fallow soil
like furrows in the ground
another thing
to wait in the wings
a harmony of strings
an opus
for the closeness
of spring.

an olive branch

Byjucasso

a greater distance to the sun from earth
paint underneath my fingernails the work to file
deny my mother and her first born child
deep chill my heartbeat still on trial
older than a tree root rots
misgivings tied to have me nots
assert the failures of composure angry hot
middle of day the right to have their say
no matter what
a break in the weather a mix of sun and rain
our tears forbidden words bring angst a cruelest pain
a flux corrode like rust repeat the same refrain
you cannot trust the ones you love so much
with loneliness to claim no loyalty no gain
as a moon will wane I think we go insane
for what is love but someone else to blame
let light shine in eyes that look deep blue
as wide as an ocean she will rescue you
she is my mother bearing flowers
she is the ear that listens for hours
she cries the tears when she feels powerless
she is my dear she is my love an angel the sign of the dove
offering an olive branch
on the other end of the phone telling me she loves me
while eating olives.

calm cool breezes

Byjucasso

autumn calm cool breezes blow
leaves turn shades red to gold
mesmerise a sunrise glow
a forest stream the even flow

virgin serpents bluest sea
your eyes looking deep
in my heart as ever was so sweet
dream met time for sleep

kind regard the harvest moon
yellow golden fires flame
revel light ignite reflection pure
beach grass stir in weather warm
soon the ocean wake

promise you care
love that will not pain
i’ll tell you when the war is at an end
welcome autumn sun
the falling rain
in a season fall again.

a little while longer

Byjucasso

stay on the earth plane
a little while longer
madrigal phantom
canyon hills gather beginnings
endings fill the filament
lament the will i met

ointment rub away sorrow
without you in tomorrow
unkempt medusa
rude enthusiasm sought the seeker
some truth a pot of lies
an artists proof an angel cries

see the parting of the ways
form a more perfect union
arrays of new ones
along the palisades-
bathe in a glade down streams
self consciousness gray the greens

pity how she bleeds
without that special someone-
wife Mother Earth
the stormy affair of her life’s work
stillness walk in silence
encourage benevolence

sayer in troubled southern skies-
through skirting issues
tissues and a cane
rebel cause the second came
doubtful discriminations
alter egos enflaming flames

fire burn bright yellow
flicker whiskey sours
past partaken
mistaken identity
there is a better you in me
someone I long to see
who has a thing for spring

purple pleasantries
swipe the card of plenty
tell me when you’re ready
to the tune of a medley
swoon the moon overwhelming
the tide rushes very

deep within the sea belly
beauty of a whale
may catch her tail
her little calves running
through wind tossed waves
strewn prawn
sea turtles seaweed jellyfish

storms to coast the calm
red flags reserve to warn
floods flash reservoirs
seasick senses surface
race to rocky shores
where seagulls swear and soar.

close the eyes of sleep

Byjucasso

silent rain
calm a quiet blinding ache
that settles on the earthy plain
bought the cost that came
the right of every turn
intuitive memory
the enemy misunderstood
the countless rescue
deny the rash of thoughtlessness
has you down and out again
to pen a mosaic moray
in a way offering serenity
honor with dignity
the fruits of the orchard
the harvest here upon us
baked apple pies will warm us
angel cakes with sugared crust
when summer days adored as much
yet now for autumn calls us
breaking bread will cure us
give thanks to God and more
the answer is the core
the center of it all
where nights are like a door
to close the eyes of sleep
and catch the tears that weep
to sweep the hands of time
for something deep
in the middle of a most enchanted dream
I give you hugs and kisses
with love and many wishes
as there are fishes in the ocean
and as many boats
to float in the lap of caps
harbor great hope
the sky holds a million stars
to shine across this world of ours.

end of summer

Byjucasso

crickets converge echoing
an ecological convention
as if an intervention
click through grass and weed
a brassy sounding tempo
another night to tempt
contentment
rose over the compartment
in a racket
discreetly crackle
thighs rub looking for grub
ingesting flys bugs
nightly mayhem
to send a message
little insects interject their interest
under the plunder of
moon filled wonder
at the end of summer.

His Will

Byjucasso

sustenance
stem a pitcher of ice water
extend an hour glass form
clear as rain from translucent sky
angels try to catch their mindful arcs
listen to the sound of hawks as smooth moons glisten
currents abrupt wind pulls from a distance
into vast pools cast a world magnificent
humbles introspection
need not hesitate God is great to win His love exceptional
negate poison reiterate storms of reason
rekindle the heart a warming symbol
to appreciate the time it takes
by starlight breaks for heaven’s sake
a sign inclined to signal
the appropriate associated mingle
in the middle of a malleable festivity
to gain kindred kind

I love you more than I love myself
it’s not myself I wish to spare
it is you lovely angel prepares
despair is a rarity in your makeup
charity tells me your view
Chabad the reservation
a temple in the trees
in silent prayer I meditate on these
whatever frees won’t kill
may God bless us with His Will
this time upon the Earth of love and peace.

Happy New Year.

Amen.

where we walked

Byjucasso

to love so much
would make you weary
a pearl in the shell
to dwell in the heart
of resource
deeply felt the depth of help
a walk with wonder
from last glance of summer
raise the tumblers
reflections of great feeling
mirrored by give and take
if not for the light a heart might break
to see the vulnerable dawn
escape the invinsible night
birds take flight
to the irrepressable sky
the sun expands in waves and bands
to touch God’s hands
in ocean sands as white and pure
as golden waters implore
east coast friendly town
where we walked before
a kind safe harbor found.

prism

Byjucasso

the hope of borrowed moments
may fill a heart with torments
the little deaths that wreck
your breath for clarity intolerant
whisper sweet solace
tell me you are honest
in melodious abandon
the most wonderful wisdom
as clear as the planes on a prism
hear bells ringing the singing of
little faeries winging
see a seabird in flight to bring
a peaceful night
write a song of longing
for beautiful bright morning
at the threshold of the dawn
i pray you will stay and not be gone
as a mother gives birth
so must a child let go.

calls to beckon

Byjucasso

grapple
“push-pull”
enorvating
walk for miles
stars glue
to the constructive sky

analyze invert
stride paths
the pathological embrace
to goad the heard
hanging onto their every word

discover the pearl
without a wicked world
to seeth outcast out of reach
seize to capture me
captsize you at sea

exemplary great monarch
butterflies fly free
freezing on a beach in winter
gray day gray overcoat
black cap brimming no sunning
sing soothing songs
rejoice in the camrederie
shine your ability
grit a homily

answer calls to beckon
lessons learned are welcome
pinch of salt expressions
won’t get us to Heaven
unless they come with directions

direct attention to the bread unleavened
we the people
like our Peligrino with lemon
tempt fate read tarot
in the fight to stay alive pursue the dawn
without your love i am gone
gone out of mind forever long

longing for short-cuts
a bandage for a bruise
color me black and blue
in regard to taking it hard
when i lose
paintings poems friends of bluest hue
true friends need hugs
as rivers feel the rapids ever race
to find a waterfall
a flower in a vase

to catch a gush upon a blushing face
enter into a state of grace
as ever was a peace to put in place
children succeed when they are safe

if grownups never grow up
they hurt and cannot heal
in fantasy the dragon slain
the air is fresh and clear

everyone is dear to love
the sun in summer sets
the beauty of it’s timelessness

reality is meant
to pay the rent and earn your debt
a hard hard place to get
to have it all or lose it
whom of us would choose it?

speak words of love like cello music
a flute like a memoir
soft in sweet harmony
marry the magical monastical
moved to tears
fantastical dreams in homage.