Poems

words of beauty
bluebirds on the sill
the moon round and full
awake at dawn
coming about in a storm
wether the weather
wet as tears
streaming
your face gleaming
you harness the energy
that keeps you well
above sea level
looking for an ocean
to swim in
through a heartfelt heaven
east of Eden
if ever you would know
deeply sincerely
for all the pride
ever to say I love you
for love is difficult to hide
I wish you
cool sunny days
memories clarity
for joy is in knowing quips and parodies
the comedies and tragedies
the woman is reserved beyond her fears
as exhaustion may bring her to tears
everything is heard never say die
she’s there in the quiet of the night
bring her hydrangea from the garden in summer
anoint the night with candlelight.

looking for
snow
too warm
for flakes
no frozen lakes
but for rain
dreaming of
a white Christmas
sincere in the sheer
serenity
the horn of plenty
the doe and the deer
aren’t as cold
this time of year
the season
coming up reticent
give thanks to be
a part of history
in a story of the glory
of a mystery
all over the countryside
on lands far and wide
pick up your drum
The Lord is born
parumpapapum
with so much empathy
encourage the energy
there is no enemy
blessed by faith
ever humbled by grace
there is peace in every child’s face
in a prayer from the bottom of your heart
to save life on the planet
the very best you may
that the lion may lay down
with the lamb
someday

Amen

joy in a celestial babe
“the day the earth stood still”
to bring 3 wiseman on a wave
from afar the farthest hills
to walk in your shoes the dusty plain
on thoroughfares that call His name
a miracle The Lord is born in Bethlehem
rejoice rejoice the people have
one voice
the music flows like water to the sea
tears of thanks wash up on
the river banks
to beckon the heron to fly with
the egret no worries no regrets
under bright stars the starling
is calm to see
Mary with the Christ child asleep
in her arms.

take me to a secret place where murmurs heard in hazy white
leaves of trees and surrounding weeds rustling into filtered light
pass this way dark and dim the site
fog and rain fill the wooden silence save for the dripping
of droplets on branches
ancient gnarled oaks reach out from cold frozen ground to the
great beyond–a chamber sits for one–black as the encroaching
density of sky undaunted to know the reason why and
asking for a place to hide and wile away the fears as in mourning
no sun and undone
the changing seasons run
supernatural rhythms virtue into rhyme as the blinding cold
bold biting motion of a perplexed penetrating wind with
never-ending toil blows with strong purpose to make each tree
bend and limb curl–suddenly stunned breaking boughs recoil
here in this place encased in hallowed soil
named through aperture–mindful focus–this piece of homage on the
earth
to hurt no more–to heal and hold uncensored storms as
tomorrows longings for another time
senses quicken with desire striking ones own inner core
where magic history of Mythic Mystery is born of bliss and lore.

The Lord Thy God
sits on His throne
light years away
from His true home

He lived on the Earth
traveled far
past Jupiter
and every star
to reach the Heavens
immortal men
as we pray on Earth
and say Amen

to come together
as a people
one body one mind
would make the Earth
sublime

let it be our credo
let it be our heart
stop the kill of beings
be well and open to the healing
of the worst and darkest feelings
the loss of innocence was never
so shaken
we can hardly bare to look
when lives were taken
at Sandy Hook.

silver sliver
hanging mid-heaven
fixed in charcoal sky
keeping currents high
restless rivers running
rushing relentlessly
to find
changes
exchanging quivers
letting go
of strings
to fly
on elemental wings
to hear a sound so sweet
as the bluebird sings
with everything she brings
encompassing many things
the songbird knows not why she sings
nor asking why she flies
her nature feels it in her heart
innately it is time.

night leaks all over the day
like a potters wheel of clay
as an ocean held at bay
as a baby crying to be held
the magnitude the stormy stew
swept away strong the strength
sweeping streets
bringing in the leaves
no birds at their peck and caw
from out of sight
a miserable night
no signal left to call
the ancient ones
have won
The Fall
in inky black winds
taken aback
exhale with gales
on wailing walls
these gangster winds
hustle trouble in
in the night like a thief in the dark
to take part of the wrath of a God
with revenge in a heart to find
peace of mind in the blind eye
of a storm so historic we nonetheless
are heroic sitting alone stoic
unnoticed left to wonder
waiting for the windows to shatter
in a night of rain and roar
when nothing else much matters
except I love you all the more.

November night
the blue lawn holds the
raspy rain
blown like missiles
icy on cedar planks
outside these windows
the world cries
to be let in and get dry
warmth a repast heat is a blast
cast away are the creatures of the Springs
the blue pine pine away the time
cold showers from a relentless
depraved rage alone intrusive
winter wind gusts interrupts serenity
hurled in frigid sheets an abusive severity
blown wet aggravation vexed
a monotone monotony
exhaustive
Greek chorus
through drafty eerie leaks
a loud sound riot
as quick
the rain is quiet
the waring wind wheezes like a pirate
some smattering of sprinkles on the glass
without worry no harm
no upset
but fast
a second wave of water hits the roof
the cats are sleeping through all of it aloof
and I am left still standing
with tomorrow
to exhibit the possible changes.

been through so much
the human emotional ties
intense individuality guise
process in potential normalcy
pretty pacified dormant creativity
to pray for the appearance of God
searching for signs in kind faces
a blind man walks an angel races
picking up rubbish on the streets of Broadway
painting an ashram wall
watched you play tennis I couldn’t join in at all
losing a Spring in my step lost in the Fall
spiraling down to ground level
no mentor with moments special
therapy the beginning climb back to eternity
if words could be said if only I voiced them
convinced I a victim had no choice but eyes to close them
like petals on a white thorn stemmed rose
wearing a gray flannel pantsuit in Mid-Town with black oxfords
or in my white floral peasant dress and yellow clogs
waiting to be discovered at some acting class
the harvest moon soothed me in purple sleeves black tights new balance
running shoes
I ran for a cab
hovered in suspense great expectations bent on the night
words blurred no one in sight
to hallucinate a friend under a green lamplight under pale moonlight
to not be so alone to feel too bare
the city was barren to me too lonely
if only she would have thought to care.

i am a noisy painter
loud and brash
palette knife swipes splash
blue sky crashes white
heat strokes blemish
the remnant past
strike out sound is
laughing out loud
seasick waves clash
the embarrassed moon
blushes like a tomato
colored in day glow
restless jealous surf
the sand tan a darkest earth
as wind cannot be seen
blows the dirt
that washes to shore
to know we are the seasons
of sun and snow and rain
there is a reason
why love remains
for every year in every way
it is the common thread
that keep us in good stead
that lead the rousing way
cooled by water from cold
clear streams
I offer you chai
in a summer of dreams
to try
to heal
with painting
an ocean and sky.