An Evening Poem

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her silken feathers gently brush

her silken feathers brush gently
swirling white shades above blue
glass reflections a doves whisper
soothing my beating breast steady
first touch of her angelic artistry
inhaled aura the scent of freshness
beauties breath held tightly and snug
clinging I a child to locks of honey
dripping golden pools of radiance
limbs quake beneath the warm shadow
it’s darkness the one light shinning
as galaxies fade upon her passing
casting a bow of colors skyward
tickling the universe with her toes
small and sweet her touches spark
a trail of bumps spreading quickly
covered now under wings of desire
transforming as the bold monarch
guided north by nectar’s strong call
lips tasting newness as seasons ebb
short fluttering strokes bring floating
of sticky orange pollen resting eyes
falling gentle on long brown lashes
bound once again to this lonely planet

A Poem For A Spring Afternoon

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Silver or Gold

consider not the empty tin
rusted and with color faded
long ago had silver within
over the years poorly traded
precious metals make not the man
although briefly they be desired
the end of which none give a damn
golden words are what’s required

A Morning Poem

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Carrot Seeds

growing up in the city
carrots came in a can
you peel back the tin
and out they came clean

concrete gardens sprout
hard the seedlings rise
a transplant now am I
turning soil mixing poop

tiny the seed of a carrot
rolling off my dirty hands
after sun and water shines
a little green pop appears

when the green grew tall
I had to check have a peek
so poke around did my hand
just a skinny root now ruined

another day another check
months end the crop is gone
let the seeds grow undisturbed
the fruit will show when ready

A Sunday Poem

another writing for the revolution

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#nofrackinway

neo-modern plastic oil pollution
grease designer gangrene pockets
leaving cavernous empty craters
human remains swirl to a draining
hollow earth quakes swallows deep
poor lives shaken for fortunes sake
boardroom doormats become lumpy
the full sucking sharks regurgitation

An Evening Poem

FWFTF

That Granted Slumber

choked cold breath settles
sharp implosion in dry dust
barking at a bruised soft belly
strangling the inner compass
directions lose perspective
grey flannel lids blink weakly
muting the former brightness

blinded a flame of oily dark drops
slip within to stop the loud beating
birthed to dam the crimson stream tight
to block that constant lightning vessel
electric messages green and yellow
bumping a slap at the pinball stuck
a dirty beggar playing coins to tilt

shot when losses mask the wins
in deafness lies cool silent relief
or mirrors that only smoke
rising to expose their fall
as animation ceases into
that granted slumber, or
the final lie bought

An Evening Poem

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A Valentine For You
(the one who thought they would not get a Valentine today)

You are:

important
intelligent
beautiful
special

the best part
of someone’s
day today
of someone’s
life forever

thank you
for being
you

A Valentine Poem For My Love

I don’t need a special day to tell you how special my wife is…The Best …more precious than rubies.

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You Can’t Remember What You Never Knew
/or/
You Can’t Forget What You Know to Be True

Yes love, I remember, running away from the gala
hands clasped tightly, together we made our way
to a place neither of us knew

A country road or path it appeared so quaint
walls of field-stones marked the day
and old hickory fence posts fulfilled the scenery

Instead of what we suspected to be dusk
what a joy to find that light growing stronger
Hours and hours to go before night

Wrapped tightly to each other we spent that day
in a moment, a lifetime of knowledge and wisdom
you and I one for eternity, never can it change

Never can it be forgotten by the stars
that eventually broke through the silence
as that orange red glow sank low
framing the western horizon
casting a wondrous glaze of innocence
upon the silhouette of your face

More lovely, more precious more aglow
still fresh in my memory, how much
more precious than mama’s antique cameo

The years that have wrecked our bodies
the tears that we cried apart, and together
no matter the hurts we have carelessly cast on each other

Put all blame on me, tie a millstone round my neck
Cast me overboard into the deep dark sea
It makes no difference, All there is to me is we,
You are mine, I am yours, and we are HIS

Proverbs 31:10-31 King James Version (KJV)

10 Who can find a virtuous woman? for her price is far above rubies.

11 The heart of her husband doth safely trust in her, so that he shall have no need of spoil.

12 She will do him good and not evil all the days of her life.

13 She seeketh wool, and flax, and worketh willingly with her hands.

14 She is like the merchants’ ships; she bringeth her food from afar.

15 She riseth also while it is yet night, and giveth meat to her household, and a portion to her maidens.

16 She considereth a field, and buyeth it: with the fruit of her hands she planteth a vineyard.

17 She girdeth her loins with strength, and strengtheneth her arms.

18 She perceiveth that her merchandise is good: her candle goeth not out by night.

19 She layeth her hands to the spindle, and her hands hold the distaff.

20 She stretcheth out her hand to the poor; yea, she reacheth forth her hands to the needy.

21 She is not afraid of the snow for her household: for all her household are clothed with scarlet.

22 She maketh herself coverings of tapestry; her clothing is silk and purple.

23 Her husband is known in the gates, when he sitteth among the elders of the land.

24 She maketh fine linen, and selleth it; and delivereth girdles unto the merchant.

25 Strength and honour are her clothing; and she shall rejoice in time to come.

26 She openeth her mouth with wisdom; and in her tongue is the law of kindness.

27 She looketh well to the ways of her household, and eateth not the bread of idleness.

28 Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her.

29 Many daughters have done virtuously, but thou excellest them all.

30 Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman that feareth theLord, she shall be praised.

31 Give her of the fruit of her hands; and let her own works praise her in the gates.