Prose Poems (414)

I’m going to get very close to you
I’ll get under your handsome skin
My magic will make you feel anew
Get your heart ready and let me in

Ever so slowly, sure and steady too
My feminine wiles cosmically abound
You won’t know what happened to you
You were a lost lover now you’re found

Give up your heart, offer it to me freely
This sensual love affair is waiting eagerly
Wrapped in total complete abandonment
Feel the awesomeness of this moment
Thinking of you I smile deeply, secretly
Thoughts of lovemaking replays frequently

Lighting the way as the fantasy begins
Lifting us higher soaring on Cupids wings
While faraway music plays on violins
Singing love stories of Queens and Kings

Connected bodies and souls never to depart
Get ready! Our love will be a work of art
Taking us on a journey into endless eternity
Possessing beauty and sweet peaceful serenity

Nothing can compare
To loneliness
It’s an emptiness
A heaviness
Rather careless
Bathed in a bareness
Chaotic and directionless
Days that seem endless
Becoming more restless
Lacking in friendliness
Filled with memories
Like an evil temptress
Stealing your happiness
Moving and reckless
A formidable nemesis
Filled with pettiness
Bankrupt and penniless
Persecuting and relentless
Buried in deadliness
Longing for tenderness
Spoken in sentences
We must end the endless
Unbearable lonliness
Use our intelligence
Imaginative like Pegasus
Fill up with loving kindness
Beautiful and generous
Absent of selfishness
Knowing holy awareness
Dawning in friendliness
A loving pure readiness
Seeking the happiness
Making new memories
Dreams of the genesis
Magnetic in benevolence
Harnessed in loveliness
Washed in gentleness
Leaving you breathless

You never know if its a
swish or a swash
If its a twirl or a swirl
A hippy move or a
seductive grove
Is it a naughty look or
a closed book
Her big toe balancing
her red highheel
Or a teasing test to
see how you feel
A flip of the hair in
the morning breeze
has brought many a
King to his knees
But those painted nails
and flashy eyes
Hath rendered this mortal
male to languished sighs..

Cloaked in a mystery
A fascinating paradox
Reflections unorthodox
Spoken like a riddle
Meeting in the middle
Departing from the norm
Like an abstract art form
Softly hushed rarity
A welcoming oddity
Possessing genteel quality
Of an interesting anomaly
A most unusual quandary
Contemplating existence
Indefinitely like an eon
Acceptable and logical
As the “theory of relativity”
Fires of scientific creativity
Ordered and chronological
Propositions not yet known
From a Prince upon a throne
Investigated it may prove
Well founded and true
Conclusively accrued
Immeasurable in depth
Expansive in breadth
Without further adieu
Bring me secrets true
Enigma, you are mystery
Open up and teach me

Mamma, I had my rag dolls on my chair
Sitting in my room and now their gone!
‘Are you sure they were on the chair
They didn’t just vanish in thin air’!

Maybe this is what happened . . .

Raggedy Ann was playing the part
Of a Lady in love in a castle far away
Tired of waiting for her Lord to return
She wandered down the hall and did stray
Happening upon the dimly lit dining hall
She helped herself to a little sip of brandy
Feeling lost without her Raggedy Andy
Who is pretending to be the castle Lord
That comes to find her fighting to the death
With his mighty shield and Nerf sword

They love one another right Mamma?
‘yes, dear, but let me finish my drama’

Now, there are at least eight rag dolls
In this house, maybe more, I’m not sure
And I’ve seen them in every room
In every form of costume
They’ve been thrown on the floor
Hidden behind locked doors
Flopped on and under chairs
Found among your teddy bears
Left abandoned on the stairs

Crumpled in corners amongst the dust bunnies
Don’t laugh, this lost rag doll situation isn’t funny
Broom handles we had to use to retrieve
The rag dolls we found way under your beds
That fiasco rescue resulting in bumped heads
Why these rag dolls get lost is hard to conceive
And you know how many times I’ve tripped over them
Missing rag dolls are turning our house into mayhem

Admit it love, they’ve been all over this house
Been found in more places than a castle mouse
Their everywhere and they always go missing
There is no need to blame your sisters

So, the very next time your rag dolls are lost
Probably tomorrow or the next day, I’d say . . .
I want you to pretend that they are fair maidens
Held captive by an evil wizard in a far away castle
Peering out a window as they tug on a velvet tassel
In order to save them and rescue them again (and again)
You need to gather a formidable army and saddle your horses
Enlisting your sister Knights to join up with your search forces

Interruption . . .

What about Lord Raggedy Andy that comes to the rescue
Fighting to the death with his mighty shield and Nerf sword?

Pause …

Lord Raggedy Andy is a spy and was tried in King’s court for malicious lies
Honestly, he wouldn’t have been much help, remember, he has button eyes!

Well, his shield and his Nerf sword were not fit for battle being way too soft
Oh, by the way, I think I saw your rag dolls out in the barn, way up in the loft

Go look! And if you find your rag dolls you can have a piece of candy
I’ll be waiting here in the dining hall, just having a little sip of brandy

He fancied himself a Garden King
But seeds were sown long before his arrival.
He tried enticing growth with tools of past plantings
That he horded hanging on the nails in his soul.
He teased the white coned lily
And smirked at the Red Velvet Rose.
He never felt the growing tool of tragedy that
Seduces the tears necessary to quench the thirst of seeds.
Arrogance reared its head as he danced in the streets shouting
"I am the Garden King".
He fever carried the tool of voice,
With tender tone, to nurture.
He never hefted the tool of silence
Needed for selfhood.
His soul ached,
To stir,
To caress
but empty souls produce no touch,
That prompting tickle that induces a zest for life.
And the seedlings of the white coned Lily
And the Red Velvet Rose, with her message of love,
Wait,
For the rustle of growing tools,
Humble steps from the Garden King.

Ode to Online Dating Sites:

This entity we call dating "online"
Is designed to make us really feel "fine"
But in the larger reality
It may be a form of insanity
We all truly believe it's ok
So we practice everyday

Desiring to make that perfect connection
We have no phone to even hear a voice inflection
It takes a certain amount of conviction
To focus and contemplate our selection
No one wants any rejection only attention
So our minds begin the process of introspection
And that one beautiful exception

Are we holding out for perfection?
Or just dreading a disconnection!
This online dating is like an infection
At some point we may need an inoculation
But not before you complete that chemistry section!
So we know we're heading in the right direction

If we live too far
That may be deal breaker
We don't want to use our car
Because one of us could be a faker
I guess people do get together
In, I presume, all kinds of weather
It all seems so surreal

To believe a profile can appeal
To the one you seek for the rest of your life
Whether it be a husband or a wife
Here's to online dating - "cheers"
I am so glad we are all here!


Wiggle your mouse and contact someone special
It won't be that awful or too stressful
There's always "delete"
So you don't have to repeat
Any mistakes on your way to success
Let's all be very extra careful
And hope we get to that next level!

once I opened doors
That stood in pairs.
I blazed trails that were not there.
Roamed where never man had been,
Round the world and back again.
But there dwelt within my soul
An unobtrusive valour then.
I touched the stars on bended knee
And swam, with grace, the raging Sea.
Then came the waiting season,
A time that valour found its way
To other realms
And I could not find a
Door and travelled well worn paths
And swam in lakes instead of Sea,
Waiting, searching till valour found me.



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Paste the wings back on flies.
Laugh when the baby cries.
Sack in place, Ivory Tusks

Is this the Soul at Dusk.?
From apathy to empathy.
To love of you instead of me
Prevent war.
Live in peace.
Care for the land we lease.
This is the penitent soul at Dusk.

His cradle was hewn from English trees
And all his roughneck days made time for heir adoration.
His backyard was a playground f0r loud dreams
And remembrances.
Now well worn shoes track through fields, That lend their way to hills rooted in his soul.
Thoughts of when he wore a warrior's shield making
Battlefields proud, invade.
Remembered are secrets buried long ago with his armor\

sits easy at the hearth of the Warrior in his smile.
His strength is renewed when in the presences of the talking stones
That spoke of Wisdom before His first cry
Ipon a resting hill, lakes appear water, once red from
The screams of desired Freedom.
and Battle sowards dipped in hopful Baptism.
He sees now that battlefields have returned to the green of their youth,free now from planed chos,Today his battlefields made proud are growing seeds of life.
A nd now he no longer steps through slaughtered bone and flesh.












upon a hillside