A Poem for Olivia

Puffy little cheeks
And a cute little nose.
Straight white teeth
And pudgy little toes,
Olivia is a beautiful child.

Dancing to the music
Or running to and fro
Laughing and giggling as I tickle her so
Smile as bright as the sun in the sky
Olivia is a happy child, my oh my.

Crying for her mommy
At dawns early light,
Or holding tight to her daddy
At the end of the night
Olivia is a precious child,
Delicate and light,
And this is her poem.

Autumn in New England
What a sight to see.
Autumn in New England
What a place to be.
Multi-colored leaves fall in a pile.
From walnut, oak, and maple trees
Leaves tossed by the breeze.

From the high mountains of Vermont
To the beaches of Narragansett Bay,
Painted leaves are falling
Colors bright and gay.
Red ones, yellow ones, orange ones and browns,
Some leaves stay put, never touching ground.

From wind swept valleys of New Hampshire,
To wind swept rocky shores of Maine.
From white sandy beaches Rhode Island,
To rolling green hills of Massachusetts
Autumn leaves are falling
Like diamonds from the sky.

Black Man's Burden

Questions of race
White man in black face,
On national television trying to get a laugh.
Acting a fool to get a laugh
Is that all he can be?
Why not a lawyer, a doctor,
A preacher, or a teacher,
Or an airline pilot tall and proud?

Comedy, sports, drugs and pimping,
Is that all you do?
CEO, President, business owner, serious nature,
Civilization, the arts and culture,
You have no clue.
Simple thoughts and sex on the mind,
So, so typical of your kind.
Even our own brothers fight to keep us blind.

Institutional racism,
Undercover slight of hand.
Pre-qualifying for loans,
It all part of a scam;
The Black Man's burden,
Carry it if you can!

Substandard education.
So why can't you get a job?
Dysfunctional leadership,
The Civil Rights movement is now a sham.
A discredited major running the nation's capital,
Power striped away because he flirts with white powder,
And commands no respect from those in power.
It hurts us all,
One more hurtle, one more wall,
One more bios, just one more thing.
The Black Man's burden,
A river of tears has been shed!
And still the ocean has yet to be fed.
Fried chicken,
Big lips and penis' too,
Small mind, small paycheck,
Wife beater, welfare seeker,
Child abandonment is the norm.
Degenerate after everything white:
White women, white power, white law,
White homes, fast cars and government too.

Thief to be followed,
Thug to be harassed by the police,
No matter his status,
No matter the size of his statement book.
A nigger he is,
A nigger he will stay,
In the minds of the ignorant American masses.
Will we forever have to pay
For the bigotry and hatred of the present and past?
The Black Man's burden,
How long will it last?

Heavy it is on the shoulders, heart, and mind.
Taxing on the family,
Eating away over time;
At a young Black man's soul,
His dreams, his self esteem,
His manhood, and pride.
His mind comes apart at the seams,
And his very soul screams;
For a reason, a cause for the hatred.
A Black Man's burden,
Grows new wings.

Another Black man's heart, mind, and soul poisoned.
His belief in the American dream shaken.
His belief in himself questioned.
Another burdened, dreams unfulfilled.
Society's charge, America's ill.
A Black Man's burden always.
A Black Man's burden, still!

Butterfly Colors

Your name appears
And on silken wings they take flight.
Your words ebb and flow
Like the turning of the tides
And on multi-colored wings they take flight.
Butterfly's float, they flitter and fly with ease.

If you were to look inside of me,
Into my heart, swim through my soul,
What would you see?
Beautiful colors and tall maple trees.
Bright filtered sunlight and a gentle breeze.
And flitting, fluttering from leaf to leaf,
Multi-color Monarchs dance on the wind.
Butterfly's floating and flying with ease.

Their wings cause ripples of warmth;
Traveling like shock waves, throughout my heart.
Rumbling and tumbling, stomach in motion.
Coasting and floating, ribbons of pure emotion.
Whirling and swirling, wing beats above a forest green.
Oh what a sight, oh what a scene.
Butterfly's floating and flittering on the breeze.

From my lips, a soft broad smile escapes,
As Monarchs take to wing.
Softness is what I feel from thee.
As thy words paint the canvas of my mind,
Touch the core of my being.
Soft pillows filled with down, upon an Earthtone bed.
Soft clouds filled with snow, gently touching ground.
Soft eyes, beautiful orbs, oh how they glow.
Soft skin smooth as silk, electric against mine own.
Soft butterfly's float and fly with ease,
Lit with soft colors, on silken wings.

Your name appears
And on multi-colored silken wings they take flight.
Butterfly's float, they flitter and glide with ease.
Into my heart and soul.

Caused a Tear

I told her that I loved her,
And it caused a tear to fall;
From her brown, brown eyes
And down smooth soft cheeks.

I told her that I loved her,
And it caused a tear to fall;
From my adoring brown eyes
To fall upon the sheets and pillows
My essence in a clear cool ball.

I told her that I loved her,
And the tears ran like rain.
From her eyes so glistening,
From her eyes reflecting joy.

I told her that I loved her,
And the tears ran like rain.
From my eyes filled with love,
From my eyes so touched with joy.

I told her that I loved her,
That my heart was hers forever,
That my soul ached for her touch,
That my mind reached out for her wisdom and guidance,
That my body longed for her touch,
Her warmth,
Her tenderness,
Her softness and gentle caress...

That my body, my essence, my being,
Longed to make love to her own,
To be fill the pleasure and passion,
And endless sweet release,
That comes from true love between two kindred spirits;
Destined to dance as one through eternity.
I told her that I loved her,
And it caused the tears to fall.
They ran with sweet abandon down our searing cheeks,
As our hearts took their places next to one another;
To beat finally as one, contentment they do seek.
Our search for perfect love is finally complete,
And our souls walked together under loves calming heat...
I told her that I loved her,
And it caused a tear to fall.

Circle

Night slides into day,
And the owl hides his head.
Blue sky, a new sky with white downy clouds.
Jay birds sing, and morning dew clings to leaves,
And drips, drips slowly to the ground.

Day slides into night,
As the stars shine bright against a matte black sky;
Twinkle, twinkle little big star,
How magnificent you are,
Slowly rising, then falling
As night give way to day once more.

And so completes the circle
See how beautifully it spins...

Sunlight caresses the snowfall upon a mountain peak.
And feeds the high streams with water,
Fresh and pristine, a cool refreshing drink.
And the stream flows ever downward,
Into the riverbed,
Feeding streams, lakes and ponds,
In a slow race to the sea.

Sunlight kisses the ocean,
A warm tender embrace.
And water is pulled upward,
Splashed upon a cloud's waiting face.
And the clouds move ever northward
To meet the mountain peak,
To drop a load of snowflakes
Each one with its own shape.

And so completes the circle
See how beautifully it spins...

Music waives softly through the air,
As the haunting soulful sounds of Grover Washington Jr.'
Enchanting classic Winelight fills the cabin.
It's musical tentacles snaking into every corner and crack.
Coloring all it touches with soft melody and colorful tune.

Firelight warm and inviting,
Burns slowly in the hearth of the great room.
Light reflecting of wall and windows,
Dancing off soft skin, and eyes so gentle, filled with joy.
Lighting the room entire, with its warm flickering glow.

I offer my hand to thee lady fair,
And graciously does thou accept, a soft smile touching thy lips.
Placing one delicate hand in mine,
I lift thee gently from thy chair,
And into my waiting arms so strong and kind.

Slowly do we move in a circle small, dancing by Winelight.
Thy angelic face uplifted, gazing into mine own.
Our hands interlocked, mine arm around thy waist,
Thine arm around my neck,
We sway in concert to the sax so sweet.

Slowly do we move in a circle small, dancing by Winelight.
My heart beats strongly in my chest.
Its rhythm echoing in my ears loudly,
Is matched by thy own, in unison, as one.

Slowly do we move in a circle small, dancing by Winelight.
My soul reaches out tenderly, lovingly,
Touching thine own, caressing it gently, warmly.
Together do they dance with love,
Filled with joy and happiness unmatched.

Slowly do we move in a circle small, dancing by Winelight.
Our lips touch as a whisper, and eyes close,
Enjoying the touch, the tenderness, the closeness, the warm, and the love.
Passed from soul to soul, heart to heart,
Spirits souring, happiness everlasting,
As slowly do we move in a circle small, dancing by Winelight

Downpour

Storm clouds gathered over mountain peaks,
As the sky darkened into gray/black streaks.
And birds cry out,
As cover they seek;
The heavens roar, and lighting snaps,
The clouds open up, they rattle, they burst.
And a downpour, clear droplets warm and heavy,
Race towards the Earth to quench Mother Nature' thirst.

Lovers stand, our heads pointed skyward,
Eyes are closed, but mouths are open,
Fresh nectar from the heavens.
Ears are tuned, to heaven's song sung by angels.

As the rain drops pour;
Upon our skin, our clothes are sodden,
And still we stand,
Arms around the other,
Lips pressed together,
Love overflowing in the downpour.

Our clothes discarded,
On the wet cool grass I lay thee down.
My warm, wet weight excites thee,
Thy soft warmness hardens my member,
And ignites our passion,
As warm raindrops saturate our skin;
Tiny caresses from heaven,
A million kisses from him,
Love and passion unite in the downpour.

Inside thee I slide,
Warm moistness so snug,
Deep inside thee I move
Our bodies are one,
Our hearts find the rhythm, the beat.
Our souls join in love.
Our kinship complete;
In the downpour.

Lips upon lips,
Upon cheek, upon neck,
Upon breast' soft flesh.
Upon nipples hard, and cleavage soft.
Upon earlobes they whisper.
"I love you" as the edge comes near.
And in this downpour, so wet, so warm,
Our passion explodes,
And my essence I plant deep within thee,
And the sounds of thy pleasure,
Echo through the downpour,
Sweet music to mine ears.

And so we lay
Wasting away the day,
Love our only companion,
As the raindrops caress our skin,
A million tiny kisses from him,
In the downpour.

Essence of a Woman

What is it about you
That stays behind,
That mingles with the sheets
That plays on my mind?
Long after the curtain falls
And the last bow is done.

What is it about you
That waives in the air,
Like the soft scent
From a fragrant candle lit?

What is it about you
I can feel on my skin,
Taste on my lips?
A soft touch to my manhood I feel
And it stirs,
Even though you are not here.
I roll on the bed to the spot you once were,
And feel your continence,
And my soul stirs within.
Heart fluttering again…

What is it about you
That stays with my heart,
That means we never part?
Even though you are clearly gone
And missing you smarts oh so painfully.

Its more than my love for you,
Its more than my dreams.
Its more than soul touching through time and miles.
It's the essence of a woman:
Soft and sweet,
Delicate as a flower strong,
Assertive yet weak,
Needed and needing,
Beautiful and bold.
It's the essence of you my love
That has taken hold,
Of me.
May it never let go.

Ever Stop!

Will this ever stop?
This need,
This desire,
This passion,
This hunger for soft flesh,
This pure sweet love of ours?

Will this ever diminish?
This need to be near one another,
To feel the others presence so essential to our hearts,
And soothing to our collective souls.
Will this ever taper?
This desire to hear one another's voice,
So requisite, and sexy to the other,
So joyful and smile inducing,
Such happiness they bring.

Will this ever cool?
This passion that fuels our loins,
And compels us to seek pleasure at our own hand;
To spill our essence, wasted upon downy sheets,
When far away we can not share each other's touch.

Will this ever become old?
This hunger for soft skin, thy skin, my skin,
Smooth and warm as a rose pedal,
And dare I say as sweet!
Soft caresses, and gentle embraces,
Fingertip and lips collide,
Sweet pleasures do we find in each other.

Food to our Souls

"Pachbel's Canon" touches my heart,
And moves my soul so completely.
It is perhaps the most beautiful,
And profound movement in all of classical music.
And to listen steals me away so sweetly.

Close your eyes and float away,
Upon a river of romance, softness, and beauty;
The music says to me in gentle, quite tones.
Take your lovers hand in yours and squeeze it gently;
The violins floating in still air urge me.
Make love to her on a bed of multi-colored roses,
As ocean winds and ocean smells surround you,
The strings so heavenly temp me.
Close your eyes and float with me.
Close your eyes and know serenity.
Close your eyes and hear the sound of quite passion.
Close your eyes and hear the sound of love!

"My heart will go on"
As sung by Celine Deon,
Warms me and makes me think of thee my love.
Close your eyes and dream of her, the words say to me,
Reach out with thy heart and love her,
Reach out with thy soul and touch her,
Let her know that thy heart will forever love her,
Celine's beautiful voice cries to me.
And as the music reaches a crescendo,
My love for thee explodes from my heart
And desire most deep is born.
All of this is possible,
All of this is real,
From within the words of a song.

Music has been a part of our love,
From the very start.
Our love for its defining words,
Its heart felt explanations,
Strengthened our hearts,
And fortified our souls;
And allows us to make sweet music of our own.
Such beauty it lends,
To a love so deep and pure.
Such emotion it engenders,
To a love so self-assured;
That the day will come
When we will listen to the music together,
As we make love by candlelight, near the oceans salty shores.
We will lose ourselves in love-our love,
Our sweet, pure, unrelenting love.
And let the music provide the food our souls so desperately need.
Let the music accompany our passionate deed,
Let the music bare witness to our love,
As the angels sing sweetly from above

Fried Chicken

Fried chicken,
Crackling, sizzling, simmering, frying.
Smelling good over an open flame,
In a cast iron pan;
Southern style, oh yes I can!

Crispy skin,
So crunchy, and savory,
Seasoned just right with:
Season salt, pepper, garlic, paprika flavoring and more.
Fried chicken,
Just right for the tasting.

Juicy meat,
Oh what a treat.
White meat and dark meat,
Eat the rib meat;
Hear them and feel them crunch within;
Your mouth, between your teeth,
Such a satisfying sound!

Breast meat, dry meat.
Thigh meat, wet meat.
Fried chicken,
Let the feasting begin!