• my mother 5-21-18

    my mother like no other suffers her suffrage
    in rage the storm ignite her form
    a peddle pusher drawn
    warm as a stem
    where flowers grow as firm a fern may bend
    her art is everything kind
    the beauty is in her beautiful mind
    that translate to the page
    it feels so good when we’re on the same page

    the night is blessed she sleep to rest
    her bones
    in spritely dress she does her best
    a nap she cover with a throw
    to paint what ain’t now known
    the rain may ache her toe
    so many paintings she really should show

    standing still she take her pill
    she love those pickles garlic dill
    roasted peppers anchovies she eat her fill

    Raymond makes her laugh
    takes a shower every morning
    just like june she’s snoring
    steps on the scale afraid she’s getting fat
    to find a book that isn’t boring
    the buildings maybe black
    color them shiny or mat

    there for everyone she loves
    she loves everyone
    accessible sensible benefactor
    takes a moment to ask a question?
    who am i now that Harold is gone?
    68 years listening to him sing off key
    he was her best friend

    mom i can’t live without you
    you are my sunshine and my rain
    you are joy and Palmolive
    you are ivory liquid-
    the tide rushes into cleanliness
    you take away my emptiness
    mostly by stuffing me with yummy food.

  • poor little fishes

    poor little fishes in the sea
    what become of you
    what become of me

    in my heart
    life start
    startled by the crashing wave

    we remain
    today is near
    i love you dearly

    in obedience i may cherish
    she’s the only one just her
    civil disobedience never cross her
    with grimace and censor

    calm midnight blue
    sigh the night away
    paint is a great cooperating
    wisdom

    tumbleweed
    dusty pink sand in yr boot
    where am i when you are mute

    mutual hearts say it all
    spring into summer
    from a fall to winters frozen frail
    winter babies all
    i love you most of all.

  • decide the time

    —to The Lord

    decide the time to live in reason the rhyme may hide the inquisition can’t move but tears that swoon a moon glistens and i a lonely shell called home reduce to tears yr ancient thrown and curses of all time be past let go the hate an inner faith a second date a second glance a second chance-with dire debt receive the love you seek has left and right the world in spin and whirl there is a task that mask our youth the losing game of hurt and pain may curse the way you seem denied to live and love like any guy i promise you we’ll never stray and pray for you on holiday-please accept our lives at best the world is yours when with blessings won? please please our peace the need is great officiate before too late believe in us as we believe in you a theory of the golden rule and if by chance the cold may sting as bees to the honey the plays the thing so recess retire we care we tire we cry the tears you will not fear for it would be as it once was before the time was born beside still waters sons and daughters hear a prayer for you to care once more let there be a renaissance let there be life, come join us and bring your wife.
    amen.

  • the love

    the love is in the character
    sparkling water
    sheepish sheer pleasure
    live forever
    in the heart and mind
    every gesture
    sung slow sweet
    the hillside hours brave
    lonesome gorgeous maven
    find you in your haven
    held to form
    a child is born
    the burly brilliant storm
    two thousand years yield morn
    in fields of yellow corn
    as after all the blossom bring the thorn
    recede the flaky leaf from frigid frost
    the bible speak to all of them
    redeem the mighty worst
    exceed the current curse
    that list from side to side
    walk once more on water
    through the countryside
    God bless to be alive
    may dignity survive
    lit candles to the cold black sky
    I miss you more than I can say
    rain a painters gray
    loved you since the day we met
    walking by the bay and yet
    with words you speak
    we seek the moon and stars
    in a better light
    goodnight angel
    God bless you sweet friend
    day is at an end
    tomorrow my regard for you
    a masterpiece of whites & blues
    an anthem in the morning dew
    the past is past the future cast
    the doubt of night be but a dream
    without a loss I have not seen
    the war is won forever
    in a place where the heart lives
    the golden wake of sleep
    the rise and fall of the season
    ever changing
    find you
    pristine water
    to sooth these dry eyes.

  • the foreign moon

    the foreign moon
    I beg your pardon some pale night
    seeing her again in a new light
    makes heartache mend
    words we send
    getting a grip the script transcends
    I am one to quip a card
    a joker takes it hard
    a smoker barred
    to know her barely heard
    stillness
    water springs forth spring in springs
    the rebirth of all things brings
    naturally aged with time
    yesterday’s grapes tomorrow’s wine
    little kisses sweet and kind
    deeply missed last goodbyes
    early summer cries I love you so
    so few chances to tell her so
    for liberty her heart would
    gain to rise above the pain
    to call out her name in the
    pouring rain
    as she rides over rough terrain
    angel morning dove
    I will think of you
    your gentle hug
    with love

  • clock

    seasonal clock
    jet black rock
    liberty rile the heart
    fabric static spark
    the past we slowly dig
    resonate to know of Spring
    landscape disappear into the clouds
    uncovering cows
    new mood strewn over streams
    kindly sigh relief
    daylight craving time
    has a lot to say my melancholy pine
    streak across the sky Greek God
    in your silver ship mirrored
    get a grip thought the daughter
    the world thaw to water
    drown sorrows solemn
    sorry sentiments shy maudlin
    secret dream rely fantasy
    the milk of sweet humanity
    queen of sanity
    sense reality
    contend the meaning
    love is healing an original feeling
    in the late night of the evening.

  • when love follow

    when love follow
    sweet-water tears tremble
    a temple spire
    spark wire where barn swallow swoop
    glide billowy air onto hallowed roof

    lick the wound of winter burn
    turn in the wind
    discern a truth
    too cold to murmur

    sweep seas
    seize pleas
    foam wave yearn
    gravity awaken

    moon stillness
    ocean break sandy silt mothers milk renew
    fish pass briny school of scrod and blue

    can’t count the ways
    you’ve cast away the line terribly taut
    with better things to do than fish for thought

    inside a bitter bark
    for you are true
    and well and smart
    find your way
    in silver gray and darkest heart

    rumor take the schooner catching tuna
    drink from tides that flow
    countless milestone

    skip across river so
    beckon you the blessing
    my gentle joy in peace thou go
    and I am left confessing.

  • everybody detaches

    everybody detaches
    groundwater poison
    by the root of misgiving
    deplorable adorable children

    nights unwilling
    want a memory
    evenings tentative upset

    blend toxic oils
    heart function spoils
    my world toils to bring me back

    night to forget what can’t be remembered
    split the cream from milk of letters

    redeem serene pleasure
    conceal fire in embers
    rewrite night tempers
    love forever

    sense senseless sentiment
    censor development ever wrecked the betterment
    trust and settlement

    you came along as if I were on the phone and
    called it in
    lost the planet to the war of enchantment

    hurt the one you love
    a soul romantic
    looking for a rose enamored
    candid valiant valentine

    hover reduce speed
    space ships in my hair
    comb lobe brush cortex
    adverse verb bite to curb the night

    in words take flight fidget with gadget grumble
    número uno undone undo
    in unison two part harmony

    a shirk-less shrink
    in powder blue
    invisible ink coming through

    the boy in you so cool I love that cat
    a brat as I am batty
    some would say to my face think that I’m a fatty

    I am nothing but a slave to my environment
    count the days I may honor it
    count the ways to ponder it
    fonder of phrase I fondle it

    cradle the wonder
    as I wander incapable
    in fable tolerating it
    hit rock bottom the other day when Dr. told me
    I might have 5 years?

  • it’s only tears

    it’s only tears
    that make me wish to word so well
    the well is deep
    temper quell ripped defeat
    as laughs are nothing cheap

    I look at him
    he takes my arm
    as if he stroked my cheek from harm
    the many months aloof
    hadn’t seen him in many a year
    wearing tailored suits

    and never wore him boots
    but custom made shoes
    that hid the kid so lovingly
    gallant dad uncouth

    but for his truth
    though thin today still boldly gray
    without a word to say
    he needs us me and you so much

    dinner breakfast lunch
    retired to humility
    the seamless life of liberty subdued

    a thoughtless boisterous melody for all of us to sense
    in him vacant memory
    that turns attention to the sun a window on the world to catch some warmth
    familiar on his pudum

    eyes that match the sky
    endure the pouring of the rain ignore the bitterness of pain explore a little child’s game

    he served out his usefulness
    carried his family on his back
    never lacking support the needed strain
    under the gun of a material
    sun summed up his world with
    tears that came that I wasn’t his son to fly the flag unfurled
    for he is just a man of trust and I his little girl.

  • the dappled rosebud path

    pursue the dappled rosebud path
    the shady pond of barren bird
    tell me nothing but your sweet word

    that it’s not over
    stroll in clover
    the nights are colder
    not curse the candor
    we built in splendor
    in timeless hours of the ardor

    grabbing hold of decadence only absence wreck
    continuum-faster leaving anyone for freedom is the medium

    your cheekbones
    chiseled as a David
    remembered the creamy complexion your gaunt cheeks
    faint blush in morning mist
    I miss the hearty hug
    the baby’s breath kiss

    devout pout that laughs out loud upon a pretty face as this
    the road is long I long for
    God to help me find my way

    back to
    the dappled rosebud path
    where first love felt of Spring.