Poems

to and fro
the wavering wheat and grasses
run and flow
billowing in a stream of consciousness
the integral goal
to find a place i may create with colors dancing
upon a crest of breath and growth
tossing each meandering cluster
which with textures convey are ever-lasting
foliage so cold into December, red wood alight like
coal turned embers
purple orange green and blue well-worn of earthly disguise
cooled in winter the moment full of splendor in the stalks
and grasses and reeds
shimmering in moon-drenched thought to ponder, perchance
to paint good times as one of these.

Indian Wells Beach

look out for the little ones
fragile china dolls porcelain
petite angels on tippy toes
fire flies in jars
the world in all their wonder
as Jupiter finds His mirth
in the land so green as known as earth
has led them to their stars
milk and honey days are sunny
filled with giggles and everything funny
coloring eggs the Easter bunny
new spring dresses socks with lace
white patten leather maryjanes
buzzing bees and lady bugs
crickets and beetles means good luck
feeding the ducks
catching butterflies
flying kites
being present
from the very
first while
of life as you knew it
through the eyes
of a child.

I sought you out
far away star
please don’t forget
to forgive my heart
from a moonless truth
tho we are not
side by side
you amaze me
lover of liberty
humor dark
strangely
I cling to you
my Geogia peach
seeing you soon
seems out of reach
you’re my sweetheart
friendship for keeps
the water is icy cold
this woman even as a rock
as hard as tack
as resonating as rain
as down to earth as grain.

a rare black deep sea pearl
in an emerald sea
you watched over us
when we were barely in our twenties in the 1970’s
with flames of fortune attuned
to the key that unlocked the mysteries
of life as we knew it as to imagine
in elegance just to glance at you!
wild Irish rose raven haired beauty yours an intense fiery
passion
woman of the South a sleuth
she for the love of
Dr. Rhey Tama Laneri & Nona Ruth
as beautiful as a magnolia
all the beauty in the world mirrored, to
reflect in the laughter in her eyes
her style
easy casual
with an element of surprise.

she leads me to clear thinking
always in truth in waves upon the bay that catch a glimpse of how
she’s feeling, in sickness and in health
she is brave
for it is in her giving patience her time her love
working towards a goal to brainstorm
as surmise to judge the best way to proceed in an effort
most pleasing to be
to be calm as cool as jeweled waves upon the hourglass
of pristine sands she knows what she needs to be free-
a steady diet of peace & quiet would be amazing-
on some secluded isle on vacation-no stress and strain
no phones no favors nobody but a book a beach chair
and Claire by the waters edge
she’s been on edge,you must assist her, she is vital in
the prime of her life-if you love her tell her you’re
with her, all the days of your life.

shut-ins can’t help themselves
from helping themselves
a storm forewarned
Dave Brubeck on the stereo
furry slippers teri-cloth robe
Bloody Mary tobbasco raw egg
chilly in here hot flash
take off the teri-cloth robe
kick off those furry slippers
sinking in sweat in the city yet
there’s a breeze coming in
from a window facing
the Hudson River
hungry what’s this chopped liver?
she sits on an ottoman
looking down at her feet
one of these days I will disappear
vapors fluctuate through hollow air
legato the tempo tight as strings might bear
in fluid speech to reach a golden peace
reserve the right to be less guarded please
everything I yearn was learned in stones across the water skipped
Gods speed come back to me
forever here to fashion ships
to know someone so well would not be quick
yet in the bloom an autumn cure is pure
you are the perfect woman at my dawn
to take me to a path where I belong
a welcome gate no place is safe as home
I wake as tides cry in my eyes because you ache
and I a lonely soul still moon.

she walks onstage shaking dark sparkly
the rhythm to her blues beneficent
a tribute to her parents her silent prayer
before the night grows old she wishes to share
if only they were there
sometimes it is as if she hasn’t a care in the world
yet life stays with you the same feelings since
she was a young girl
having fun under a golden sun sees her laughing
oh what struggle has left her baffled
confused her country abused sends tears flowing
marriage caught her unawares she trusted him
wholeheartedly
if only for the freedom of her party
rebellion is a way to incite riots
fearing that loved ones were close to dying
the woman on the stage is crying
aware she is a symbol for self expression
you cannot blame a girl for trying
the mezzo-soprano determined to end on a high note
gathers strength from all her hope
in peace and harmony wings of the dove
she blesses the audience with her love.

the riverbanks take in water
lapping slowly the rapids rolling
fishing boats are trolling
for bluefish in the ocean
as clouds in sky pass by
the bright of sun is stolen
rain drops drip upon the lips
waiting for a train
newspapers fold as it gets cold
the moon begins to wane
the streets are wandered yet to know
gray and wet from sleet and snow
slippery sidewalks sheets of ice
I see the winter in your eyes

redundant in the years gone by
the cycle of return
the seasons sojourning
in circles sounding
as a whirling world.

sleek silky Penny
truth humbling in the face of beauty
it is a duty to suit you
in jeans or a Mr Neds tuxedo
feeling silly pretty neato
she checks to balance the bills
and wastes no time with frills
needing a lift she’ll eat a ham
sandwich for thrills
the censored meat
when her life was a war of wills
yet no more the scores are
in her favor in the mood for
ice cream I’m dreaming of a
white flavor Häagen-Dazs like
the ones I used to know-
what do you do with 2 such
unhappy children? she tends
to herself-I can’t help them
with their problems-it pains me-
I’d rather not know-I need your
father-
she sees herself as a seriously
comedic figure-life an irony
so grateful for it-she wouldn’t
change a thing, except
everything!
only kidding-
not really…

I love you mom!!!
happy pre-birthday!!!
all my love,
number 2

november eve
as passing through
winds sweeping dreams
to bring up themes of bluest hue from darkest passions
to hurl a yellow moon amid a deep blue sky
hints of fuchsia catch my eye as sleepy pink sands sink softly
–just under a shutter– sealed in thunder
royal band of blue ocean and sea-foams’ biting cold motion from
the shoreline reef, cause? Mother Nature is the reason
as a flag of red receives the season
whipping and chilling the winds come howling
to toast a host of tools to make ready
spread the paint, make it thick and steady.
i take you literally, well read red lifeguard tower
into my temple from eye to hand, bold red lifeguard tower, stand,
hibernate through the freeze till upon awakening
standing still and grand after winters fury
as first held warming breezes are felt of spring
when newest buds come beckoning
bringing beach-comers back to where it all begins again with allure
to while away the hours watching the coast-line of
Amagansett’s wild beguiling-awe inspiring far away off the beaten path
the serene and surreal
air so salty side of eastern shores.