• death a part of life

    death a part of life
    the final curtain
    a role well played
    that we should come to this
    forever and a day
    i look to you
    my light in shining powers
    awestruck the final hours
    a forest for the flowers
    tears wept for every living soul
    upon the soil of toil
    moon and stars the sun
    wrapped in silver foil
    wind call out to the sea
    ocean midnight blue
    from deepest depth the heart
    as ever true
    stream rivers sudden fish
    a golden hue
    red and yellow snapper
    snapper blues
    misbegotten ocean bottom floor
    i feel i know in letting go
    you love me more.

  • sun in his sky

    and in the wood
    play among the wolves
    upon the glen to glide barefoot
    along the glade
    rain pour down in the shade where tree limb shook
    lie flat against the amethyst rocks fragrant jasmine
    flow down stream into brooks
    a scenic solitude rekindle quietude
    muffled splashes carry the stone honed coast of evermore
    close hawks boast to toast
    their caws from the sycamore
    giant oaks
    litter the coarse ground
    with acorn
    the wind whips tremendous chill ferocious through the trees
    in a moment from autumn
    to winters drop in barometric pressure
    mourn summer days long since gone that filled the body with pleasure
    give me sun in his sky
    sea surf sand
    in pink and blue and tan
    where does the sun go when it rains?
    is he Incognito at Starbucks playing video games?
    or is he listening to an old recording by Johnny Mathis “when sunny
    gets blue”?

  • arise sun star

    surreal appeal arise sun star
    airwave rave cloud shade
    intuitive sky blink brink of pi
    primitive pyramid invite sycophantic reply sky cry
    dark dank ship in night sink sank heart trouble flip flaunt
    fall over ice hot burn bitter
    smart lark fly away snow in winter
    odd duck scold geese cold feet
    pray for Spring blue loon
    return idiosyncratic moon
    high tide yearn seethe churn
    rancor rip anchor rope burn
    wave invade bow slope stern
    breadth length of Long Island
    erode dissolve sand clamor clam
    dig herself a hole ocean floor
    she knows not how to ask for more.

  • in cool morning

    in cool morning
    heaven spills rainwater
    from their loving cups
    dousing flames disrupt
    shoring up from shore the more
    the roar erupt

    the sun weighing tons
    like a ship having sunk
    cannot find his place in the sky
    evil eye penetrate the rhyme of God
    as though there isn’t time
    to do with what is want

    a symphony of sighs
    clarify strides
    with wisdom wise
    attach the tale to butterflies
    have so much charisma
    in cherished leaves loden green
    turn dry to die in winter

    receive the gifts many miss
    better bliss a bounty at your table
    a welcomed hug
    the sun-kissed wish
    that fits in with the fable

    if a grumble when you stumble
    a grimace wanting has you humble
    seems most sacrificial
    to be practical
    the experience thoughtlessly startling

    harbor an hour scent of a flower
    rose the blossom of brilliance
    chose to make a difference
    in your powerful existence

    however long the distant bloom
    through rainy night or chilly noon
    thinking of you
    palest moon
    so soon mid-summer.

  • etch

    star etch scratch
    Bombay stretch path
    rain stained street black
    market place hurry haste fallen to your present state

    breathe hookah hashish in rough honed alley
    emerald mine dust grime the sound of bells abound
    citadel pray palms sway canyon quake awakened by the dawn

    fires roar animals roam towns poor no repair
    rubies in dark cold archives of museum
    shoeless children grow old with winter a fragile fanaticism
    feed a family-dog and cat the delicacy-
    western thought fight reference

    night drenched fear relentless monsoon
    morbid gloom so many doomed with people to spare-
    minimal miracles bargain cynical sovereign
    you suffer the mother of silence regarding violence

    too pale a positive position know from reading volumes voluminous bibles in the throes of trial by era time capsule
    centuries call in the monolithic overpass well rounded minds invaluable

    rock ledge hold
    cavern paved with gold-star studded sapphires in the chamber
    echo mellow fault-line crack giant formation beg for
    pressure to be released sons and daughters tied to the deceased-

    jarred immutable condition reduced to tears
    loosen inhibition-losing faith an exorcism-
    the blind dream of vision without a set plan nothing pans out
    break tradition make a beeline for antihistamine
    banish the malice from being

    drink to your manifest destiny-
    exhibit the harmony pray for light of day
    may the sky be filled with sun
    praise The Lord
    The Lord is one.

  • walk miles many moons – for Scot

    walk miles many moons
    to seek the suns of June

    play in warm sand
    build castles with your hands
    wade into pearl spun waters
    a glistening Christening
    draw your arrows to the target
    in the center of tomorrow’s courage

    climb the white flat rocks
    grip the grout
    hold the tool firm
    remember your God

    meet the challenge with expectation
    value in the equation
    to experience perfection

    spoken in eloquence
    the angels cry to see you wince
    something to prove a harlequin

    the tears roll down like measurements
    in the crown of your proud elegance
    master of your own design
    to feel your heart to know your mind

    work till sundown he is kind
    as a setting sun in a benevolent sky.

  • 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.

  • hold image

    hold image
    stars fix high
    comet and shooting star race
    across face of sky

    their tails spark flame
    fizzle like the bubbles in champagne
    as pistols that misfire in the rain
    wets a whistle of an early morning train

    dawn bring light
    soaring sight of sun strident

    call energies to bear
    love nature of a deer
    the doe demonstrative with her fawn

    combing the wood for juicy leaves hung on
    stems that cling to giving limbs
    speedy breezes blow up strong

    blades of grass suspended in their ice
    wait for sun
    to render plump and tender

    in frostbite stay alive
    winter sacrifice
    fierce frigid force wind defy

    the moon is cool
    forsake the aching chill
    sun sleep soundly round and still
    to elevate in his wake
    as a full moon will.

  • to the sky I spy the amber sun

    to the sky I spy the amber sun
    in winter harsh and glum
    wandering blue as ample ramble
    clouds are barely one

    grateful for forest green
    splendid spruce pine for me
    froze the earth and all she glean
    troubled in her worth esteem

    be well the time abate
    no seconds on the plate
    to think it all too late
    remorse is great

    the music curve
    arch angels sing
    to know the very truth of life
    to have you in my sphere

    translucent waters cleanse their care
    to guide the rivers collide regale

    out of my element there
    in a state of kind regard reflect eclectic stars

    hurl gold moon into ultramarine sea
    pink sky resign turn darkest wine

    follow hallowed tomorrow with tumultuous slumber
    colder than a sorrow in summer.

  • bless by will

    bless by will
    harmony instill
    explore the ponder
    of a fonder fill

    water pour
    drops encourage goblets
    the size of faucets
    replenish thirst

    all is worship
    worried dignified gauntlet overflow
    look gaunt high cheek-boned glow
    positively magnificent

    elegant
    when you speak
    take a chance
    take me to your Paris France

    where we may skip and prance
    princesses in our own tuxedo pants
    embrace a fine romance
    in a finest dine and dance

    walk with me on the Champs de Élysées
    catch a cold speaking Portuguese
    some day

    travel Italy please
    we’ll sit at Trevi Fountain eating bread and cheese
    walk through Vatican City
    cobblestone streets old pretty

    Ferrari fiat Maserati
    pizza pie home made genoa salami
    pasta drizzled with fresh extra extra virgin olive oil

    roasted garlic cloves manicotti ricotta
    marinara & spaghetti al dente linguini boil
    mussels in white wine/butter sauce will do
    fresh baked sesame bread/Tuscan vino white & red

    eating our hearts out in Europe
    we must travel to be sure of
    to live like queens they will serve us more of

    take a dip in the sea when the surf’s up
    on a sail boat we will manga till sun down
    as fireworks streak across our bow
    and the milk is creamy straight from the cow.