What You Will FInd Here ...

Join me in my celebration of life and language through poetry. You will find no hint of literary snobbery here. Much like our beloved English ... THIS poet is very much alive, fun-loving, growing and changing!

Friday, December 23, 2011

Picante




oh
man of mine
so spicy
free
I am, my dear …
emancipated me

gotta love that sassy fire
caught up in every breath
the air is hot
‘tween you and me

you don’t tell me what to do
(I wouldn’t listen anyway)
we are each at liberty
to go our own way
yet we choose to dance
these sultry tangoed steps
each day anew

dream man of mine
so picante
muy elegante
swivel me ‘round
life’s floor
once more

your blazing
hungry
fiery kiss
hits home
I choose - surrender
to passion's
all consuming
flare

blistered
picante
I'm seared
caliente
to the bone
marking me
indelibly
as
your own

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Once an Angel Kisses You

Photograph by Anne Geddes


you will not recover
it’s quite impossible to do
to ever reclaim your heart
once an angel kisses you

I’ve seen strong men stricken
as by lightening from the blue
acting like lost children
not knowing what to do
I’ve seen hard soul’s softened
filled up with happiness
it only took the slightest brush
of a tender angel’s kiss

it’s my prayer that you will find
your own sweet angel soon
for when you do; you will know
that no one is immune
your life will be full
of sweetest joyful bliss
you‘ll discover purest hope
in an angel’s softest kiss

for you will not recover
it’s quite impossible to do
to ever reclaim your heart
once an angel kisses you

Friday, December 16, 2011

Castles in the Air



love slept between us
a babe between its parent’s
countless wakeful nights
spent attending to its needs

listless, weary, bored
carelessly you smothered
weight suffocating
love's last portion of breath

goodbye to us
farewell to my honeyed dreams
I’ve misspent my time
building castles in the air

eternal blot of
my ill begotten efforts
many years dissolved
to salty mist of tears

Saturday, December 10, 2011

Wild, Wild Hair Song



I got a wild, wild hair
growin’ free without a care
when I woke up with it this morning
it was growing down to there
now I don’t want a razor
I really dig it, I swear
step back my friend
let me enjoy
this wild, wild hair

I got a wild, wild hair
flapping in the breeze
just wait another day
and I’ll be swinging from the trees
some people may not like it
but I don’t really care
‘cause I am gonna wear and bare
this wild, wild hair

I got a wild, wild hair
what is happening to me
I want to be free
from responsibility
let the people gawk
let ‘em whisper and stare
‘cause they are only jealous
of my wild hair’s flair

Yes, I got a wild hair
but I can not sing the blues
I'm enjoying dancing barefoot
now I can not find my shoes
let's stay awake 'til sun-up
karaoke if you dare
temporary insanity
'cause I got a wild hair 

I got a wild, wild hair
flapping in the breeze
just wait another day
and I’ll be swinging from the trees
some people may not like it
but I don’t really care
‘cause I am gonna wear and bare
this wild, wild hair
I love – I love - I love
my wild, wild hair

Sunday, December 4, 2011

Fine Line



unguarded negativity
easily stifles
awakening creativity

such a fine line
betwixt a blessing
and a curse
contorting one word
twists the meaning
of a verse

I won’t quench the fire
in this belly exercising
frustrated-angry-hate
but I rather seek to be inflamed
by a passion for life innate

oh, the fire in this belly
I comprehend not how it grows
I know not where it came from
nor do I fathom where it goes

yet I discern that it is here
present my whole life long
for I was birthed with a poet’s soul
the fire's gift is its warming flame
such heat has made me strong

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Mister Man



mister man -  mister man
reveal,  your blueprint
divulge your plan

are you just a player?
ego-swelled words created a mocker
not a doer - just a sayer
do tell, Sir Smooth Talker
are you a soul-heart-spirit slayer?

mister man – mister man
do you only prattle nonsense
upholding the pretense
thin façade of a decent, nice guy
your insides crammed full
with the goo of slippery-slick-sly?

mister man – mister man
I bid you goodnight
I’ll be on my way
‘cause I’m not buying
absurd fiction you bray
you‘ve attempted to hook
the wrong-strong woman
believe me mister, I don’t play
better luck with future fishing
than you have had with me today