My Fortress
Brave Men
Her Refuge
Tin Cup
Long Ago Rocks
Long ago, Great Spirit lowered his strong hand lifted a mighty bolter and carved great rivers through this land Once we spoke with sticks and rocks of His proud expressive face pathes to our enlightenment which now, seems out of place With sticks, we drew to map our hunt and show our noble braves displaying courage to brother bear in torch lit, musky caves Now, I see your foreign stick marks “Alphabet letters”, I am told I see these lines that wander yet, no image do they hold. |
Palm Silhouettes
Sleeping Babe
Indiscretions
Ghostly fingers rip my soul, melting away to flood my eyes. Sun's warmth lost in a bitter whirlpool spun by my tongue. Merciless waves backwash indiscretion as I drown in lonely reproach. |
My New Belt
My mind springs shut. Steel jaws crush my words and blood leaves a trail to nieve heads lining the wall with braggart's shame Relentless your coiled body strikes till the mongoose bringing peace and I tie you 'round my waist. |
Trapped In Your Eyes
Trapped in your eyes silent voices erupt varied tones rising from the depths uncompromissed unison heard only by lovers lying as one in the valley of the moon A journey through ages of tribal enticement Bright colored plumes dance feverish in my mind licking flames, burning hot tease the night sky ejaculating comets to sink beneath waves cooled by waters of life trapped inside your eyes |
Rendered In A Glance
Planets align and ignite
Trinity forms heaven's light
Riding waves in moon-struck night
A dove sailing oceans, delights
Rockets flare
on a lovely dare
as planets prance
in twilight air
swirling to the dance
of the blissful pair
rendered in a glance!
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At 44
At 44 I crack the door listening to what "elders" say They raise their brows and analyze my merry songs of play Then, contemplate the mischief wrought should I be allowed to stay. |
Their Mark
"Little One stand on your feet. The council summons a child to meet. Hide that grin you wayward girl or inquisitions they will hurl." Slowly entering their vaulted room massive mahogany air of a tomb Bright centered beam on one lone chair as a thundering voice says, "Sit right there." Luminous eyes stare from the dark I twitching a bit. My words, their mark! |
Old Mill Pond
October, full mooned
luminescent play of light
on a satin eyed doe's warm breath
Gilded blue-white diamond clouds
lay in fluffy coldness
under lean-legged hooves
We watch in child-like awe
as she analyzes stillness
cautiously nearing the pond
Staring wide-eyed
as autumn night's wind
creeks the old water wheel
Black velvet nose skimming water
she slowly takes her fill
Then bounds as lightning into the mist
Quietly huddling close to driftwood walls
musky rafters' hoot owl eyes
dissect our movement
Screeched disapproval
from swishing wings
left silent smiles
as hand in hand
the mill stone warms
to our touch
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Drizzled Rain
Drizzled rain resurrects vast emotions Hidden longings steeped in unfulfilled decades Jesuit aberrations footprint mystical nights As tormented lips whisper breast-feeding sensual desires Dawn mocks with open-eyed vagueness Oneness lost to a world of retrospect’s drizzled rain |
Simple Thoughts
In the beginning, there was nothing
Or, was there?
What animal might we be
that pearls should remain hidden?
Do these words speak to children
temporary fill for a void
of inconceivable concepts?
The circle
Where does it begin?
Is the end an edge of the whole?
What comprises thought
and its origin?
Are there no elements to thought?
Do they exist within
a non-existent force?
Non-existent thoughts of life
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Illusions
Quietly listening
songbirds line hidden rafters
Wind whistling
moonlit horizion sings Braham’s
Leaves falling
barren limbs scratch the mind
Revealing
tree felled streams
Damned illusions
of night
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