Caffeine
Restlessness, 200 heartbeats per minute Sleeplessness, 40 degrees of fever A gallon of coffee pumping through my veins A million questions, no one cares or explains Pictures of me, pictures of you Trying to see my way through Looking at t
Letter
A crumpled piece of paper on the ground Envelope - distinctive look of letter Waits expecting to be found For times to change for better A mindful walker passing by Big of heart and swift of thought Picks up the sheet only to descry Words an
The _ _ _ _ _ _ Sonnet (LadyMorgana's Challenge)
Thanks again to LadyMorgana for the inspiration. The title should be fairly obvious anyway, but I'm still curious to see if it can be guessed from the poem. The animal (or rather species) is not territorial at all except around its own 'home', the reason for which is its tendency to live a monogamous life with one chosen partner. Except for human interference as part of the exotic pet trade, it is a rather robust animal that - more than anything else - can die of a broken heart when held in solitary captivity, especially when removed from a previous partner.
The Moon lights tear?
The moon haunts me with a brightness that screams through the deafening darkness of the night...A light I wish to embrace for the enlightening...A light that that travels away from my inner most flaws...I internally chase, and attemp to hunt it.... B
Under the wing of a crow...
I’m the type of guy who looks for G-d often, Why? I see the suffering we’re seemingly immersed in, and I wonder, where is G-d vacationing at right now? ‘cause if I was G-d, this would not be happening, let alone go on unabated..., So, I find my
The Beautiful Victrola
I was trying to write a poem that was somehow reflective of the lost value (in todays world) of elderly folks without being insensitive or tactless in my effort. My intention was to declare that The Beautiful Victrola STILL has much value and worth - just as our wonderful aged folks around the world also have!!! Hugs to all you wonderful, beautiful, lovely aged people who read this poem as being my personal effort of expressing a tribute to your worth in poetic expression.
In Satiety
Single a beat Between brows of tawny Red of Bengal White of Snowy Hooves Fly A ground This tail Of growth Stunted Death Where East Melts Pot of West Bones Drier than Bangalore Rains This mind suspended Belief No bre
Eclipse of the Heart
I watched as the sun set tonight. It reached a point where it seemed that day time wanted to hold night time. Night time removed all the shadows and day time seized to be. Tomorrow the queen will rise once more to claim the day time as hers. It will be the moon who will then bow to the sun and the circle of life will continue.
What is Real?
Does anybody care? What ever happened to a touch? Feelings no one wants to share! Holding hands use to mean so much! Now with the cell phone, You can find a cyber mate your very own dream date! Yet, still feel so much alone. Guess time ha
You are always there...
Having a little fun...
Superman Rap Song
This is a silly rap song I wrote a long time ago. It was the first song I ever wrote, and my only rap song. The song is about what happens to us as we travel through life. I just used Superman as a metaphor for what happens to us in life. We're going along just great, maybe not paying full attention, and we have a head on collision with reality. Then, just as we're starting to recover from that, maybe we get hit again. That's the way life works sometimes.
Ah Ha!
A box of crackerjacks, Can’t hide, What I find, Among the kernels popped, Sugar coated, enshrined, Nary a tombstone, Nor wet-nurse, Starts off, Unrhymed.
Mannequin Who Loves
Commenting on a rather bizarre fascination with model-like mannequins on display in a local shop always dressed in the latest fashion while walking along Main Street at night behind her tall pane of glass....so just just kinda going with it......pure poetry needs really no reason ay all....just rhymes sometimes....right...??
Expectations
A white Line dividing The highway An armadillo Crossing The night Slamming Into concepts Brakes & skid marks
a flash before your eyes
I suppose many of us must buckle down with this most dangerous weather event before us. it will have become devastating and deadly for so many....
From you to me and me to you...
From me to you, Something borrowed, From me to you , Something new and old, From me to you, Something used, From me to you, Something broken, From you to me, Something lost and forgotten, From you to me, Something stolen and gone, Fr
Paring Knife
I have a new canvas now The gesso is virginal. Pure, with no stroke by Brush or pencil Not touched by hand or knife Not witness to the communication Between Mind, eye execution I have a new canvas now A blossom not yet plucked A fruit rip
Today
Today Today, I put some earrings on I may color my hair, Hide the roots but I cannot hide my roots What roots I have are not in Any specific place But they are always With me I could get in shape Change my shape Change my job I can alt
Me
I am an artist and writer and a tourist in my fish bowl. I have a treasure chest with pearls and crowns, all at the bottom of the sea. My hands are never tied and they are busy all the time. Just you wait and see.
Performance Artist
I am a Performance Artist I model and pose As an ancient stone Goddess Without a head or arms I am a Performance Artist Even if it is not my Performance That performs the Climax In most unpleasing Light Some see me And I have seen
The Past
There is no past What was I thinking? My past is gone Different zip codes Phone numbers and faces I have forgotten many Places and faces and Who I remember have Forgotten me and What is done is done Facebook has new Faces New place
Welcoming the Divine II...
It used to be, that I’d waste precious hours of ‘life-time’ trying to figure out why, suddenly, for any of a myriad reasons, acrimony erupts between me and my beloved, In the past, I’d want to ‘analyze this to death’, And, I’d easily win any argume
Tall Walls
The walls are tall Like looking up into the Trees Of a great rain forest I am sandwiched Between two great High rises Shoulder to shoulder People everywhere But the walls, so tall I stand in shadows Invisible in shadows The walls a
I Feel
I feel the shedding off The pulling off of Care As if I am removing a Hood from my head I feel the exposure As if the hat I wear Is being lifted off By a gust of wind Or an other's hand I feel the bareness As if I am a snake And my s
My hands
Sculpted by divine craftsmenship.. Electrified with the essence of mortal touch Fine tuned for the brush of a woman's cheek A protection of power cupling her Chin A probe exploring the mysteries of womenhood My hands..
Kindness versus E =mc2
All the data was in.. E=mc2- It means energy and mass are Equivalent times the speed of Light squared.. Wow! What a mind job! What do you say to Something like that? Oh, Albert! What you're saying is that A great deal of energy can Be ext
Nowhere Man
GIve him a world..any world and he will drown himself in the tide of the times.. Give him a cause, and his double minded ways will leave him as a vacuous shell.. Give him a drum and he will never march into battle.. Give him a view of the hea
The forever love
How often has the winters wind whispered a dream upon your rosy cheeks and frosty breath.. In the wee hours of twlights velvet sky have I not warmed your heart with the promise of celestial glory? Perhaps you saw my form in the changing clouds
Cat smiles
ok ladies..I wasen't in some crazy bar.lol I home drinking coffee waiting for a real fine girl like you.. But don't make me wait forever...I'm not all that strong..lol
You thought I was God...
From the time you were born, From your first cry, From that first searching look you directed at me, I knew that you thought I was God... From the first time I held you securely in my arms, From the first time I comforted your tears, From the
Come in from the rain dear poets..
The clouds have showered your affections and your audience has taken cover.. Pithy words were seen in mud puddles and splashed on unforgiving hearts The wise, the good, and the beautiful took shelter in dank caves Come in my friends, warm your
Parental discretion advised*
How long will christmas be legal?
Harsh
The icy wind stripped her skin to bone and crops of goose bumps dotted her bare arms and legs. She guarded her skirt from filling with air and exposing her most private of places. She pulled her blouse closed at her neck, and while doing so, felt h
I Lower My Head
my hair dresser, he is amazing
Morning light
On this chilly December morn branches and tree trunks are bathed in the resplended light of the rising sun With every passing moment tints and hues of spectral magic carress my adoring eyes There is a subtle whisper beckoning me to dream of w
An Impermanent Affair
This bag of bones This flesh & blood Concept birthed a picket fence Hear the sound Sight the found O’er a rainbow by way of ground Where did it come from? Where did it go? From a place the lost do moan Find me a miracle Find me a
The lion never sleeps
Cuddle by your warm fireplace within your walled cities says the mighty lion Build you vinyards lavish with the fruit of the ground Watch your children play in the warm breeze of life's summer Regale your minds with the threadbare wisdom of t
Three Swans
Purple hue on the horizon Clouds waltz by like a slow song Purple river flowing by the meadow And the river is winding and long Birds fly up in the sky with purple wings I see kites so high with purple strings Toy soldiers marching fast as t
Velvet Hand
There is something of me in everything I write. Strong is best, getting strong is the goal...
The back side of my mind
In regions of nebulous hues I store old thoughts with worn out shoes.. Somewhere within, without, and around the world, a thought is captured to be later unfurled.. It is not for me to judge the time It lies with you to seek the sign I bend t
Eden drank our inheritance
A soulful kiss is but the illusion of a serpent gone mad.. He denied us the kiss that comes without knowledge because the kiss of knowledge is frought with the birth pangs of guilt.. We wanted the kiss of endless burning suns, but we received
Ghosts
~~ Knew a lot of soldiers who were very broken from the things they saw and did in the line of duty... also for the many people ive spoken with over the decades who could not face their own ghosts and continued to hide until it killed them ~~ **** the font on this is deliberately set low to shade into the background to set ambience for the writing****