ChildI am not finished with my childhoodChild in Free Verse More Like This
I am not out of my wonderment
My knowledge cannot fill up
Like a cup. It does not overflow.
I will never grow beyond my imagination,
My youth is internal, beyond my body
Beyond my soul and beyond this world.
The young ones here are forever.
Lo to the SunIf the sun takes its time to fall from the sky,Lo to the Sun in Free Verse More Like This
And the red can stay-
For a time we can pretend the world is ending,
That we are all loved, and love
And death is not what it is today,
But what it should be
Since with this everything would be beautiful,
And though we go, we stay forever.
Earth ForeverTime ever flows onEarth Forever in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The universe still expands
We are but a blip
That Look In Your Eye...That Look In Your Eye... in Open More Like This
Is it your devil
that makes me smile?
Or your frivolous look
shrouded in the open
vespers of my bile?
Toward what ends do you
mean, oh devil, that marks
my departure, your arrival?
SuySuy in Philosophical More Like This
In that last twinkle of life, that indefinite wrinkle that clouds our senses turns us into saints. And, as a sinner, all I can hope for is youth.
As the hour glass turns inside out I'll stand there laughing at that stupid reflection.
Feckless, but not forlorn I can already smell it fading...
Fading into the singularity of the great nothingness I feared, it becomes silly and I become more and more fond of it.
I know what you'll mean when I can stop listening.
Just stop talking and you'll know too.
Myosotis SylvestrisMyosotis sylvestris (Forget Me Nots)Myosotis Sylvestris in Free Verse More Like This
Knotted stems cling tightly
to the pole pushed, just yesterday,
into loamy garden soil,
flecked with bark and leaves.
Read the packets fine print:
water well in dry spells.
These arent the hardy daffodils
Im used to planting.
I finger each new bud gently;
picking them up, one by one,
and caressing them with a careful hand.
Each one lined with scratches
and creases marring the weave.
At last I dust my hands
on dirty jeans and turn towards
the cottage and the awaiting kettle.
But not before catching one last glimpse
of dusky fingers waving farewell
from the trellis.
God is in the Claw MachinesIf there's one thing I've learned from walking in AprilGod is in the Claw Machines in Free Verse More Like This
[when the buds on the trees come to blows with the sun,
and of course I'm not cold,
It's that there is a truth
in each and every
[You know that I've been wrong before.]
Each case of mistaken identity has led us one step closer
to finding who we really are.
When I was much younger, I used to believe
that there was no beauty in this world.
But that was a long time ago,
before I really existed.
And now that I've met you, I realize that
LighthouseMy beacon light sweeps the horizon,Lighthouse in Free Verse More Like This
Illuminating the waves.
Crashing on the knifing rocks.
Vanst and endless ocean,
majestic yet deadly,
my breathing rises
and falls with the waves.
The sea sighs,
she's as lonely as me.
She's vast, dark velvet, blue
and I jutting white,
protruding from her shores,
admidst deadly teeth.
Again my light sweeps across her surface.
Picking out each crestfallen wave
as they dive down to the sorry shipwrecks.
Every night I hear their creaking frames
crying with loss
and I'm filled with sorrow.
The clouds clear and the sea she mirrors the sky,
each star duplicated on her shimmering skin.
The moon (narcissi) admires his reflection,
as I, lonely, stare out over her.
The moons reflection bright and proud
puts my beacon to shame.
I sheild my light for I am shamed.
Blind ships skim the night for I am shamed.
He spites me.
She cries for me.
And I sleep for another day
still in love with the oceans.
Urban WalkThis morning, I shrugged on my frayed jacket,Urban Walk in Free Verse More Like This
there was water in my mind,
Mooning over you
At the boughs of my cedar, drinking damp green all night long
Were the feet, white toe afore black shoe
Towards bus stop . .
---a nd . a crow whisper laster , later, lay there -
Softly falling from my grey dipped Monday sky. Th' enquiring eye ,
A bit of sun falling behind my ear
Sneaking into my thoughts with thoughts of avians in the dawn
Draping a bit of color over mythirstythroat.
She's lifted me up by the coattails,
To be following my sky poetry in crow trails and tickling
A cirrus heaven monkey
I lug my bucket of blue and yellow paint,
Kicking. Black and white shoes . . ..
To fall back to the side walk.
My own toes touching sky,
Corduroy jacket , suffused with earth , flying me up
Letter to the WorldA note in a bottle,Letter to the World in Free Verse More Like This
a message for the world.
'If I scream as loud as I could,
would you be able to hear me?
Thrown into the ocean
for the sea to swallow
the single sentence.
As the sea swallows its prize
she lets out a horrible hollow cry
for the world to hear.
The world does nothing
but capture her scream
and store it for later
when it asks why she cries
and why she hurts.
For if she screams as loud as she could
would the world listen?
Or is it just a message in a bottle
meant to be swallowed by the sea?
YouYou in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The reflection in the Mirror is no longer broken,
The flower in Bloom no longer stained,
The song that I Sing is no longer sad,
The Unconditional love I feel is no longer strained.
The Supernova I see is an explosion of desire,
The Unknown no longer compels me to fear,
If a Hospital is where I seal my fate,
Let it be known I died loving You, my dear.