Gracia Plena...

Gracia Plena

She chewed up life then spit it out

'Twas gracefully normal coming from her mouth

she was the source of pleasures

gracing nature with her personal favors

Bearing life with gracious pain

finding pleasure in soft falling rain

she found certain joy in graceful denial

but found love lasting and final

Silently she flirted with politeness

tasting gracious moments and amorous tests

Then, abruptly came a point

when her voice was gracefully faint

Her powerful feelings not shouted loud

as if coming from on high clouds

and somewhere her childhood pains

with melancholy graciously remain

Having left their sting in heart

and in dreams filled with thankful parts

'Tis now with graceful solitude

embraced by tender gratitude

That hides chewed up life, tasted and swallowed

with fullness of grace in prayers hallowed

that contrary to popular notions

have steeped her life in joyful contrition

Tranche de Vie

Tranche de Vie

There is nothing wonderful in seclusion

nothing good or great in confusion

as feverish thoughts written in haste

seem to occupy my present place

Slices of life appear in sight

childhood dreams of futures bright

that glimmered in blue moonlight

quickly crushed at fantasies' height

Vanished in the thin misty air

somehow replaced by reality unfair

looming in the specter of cloudy gray

recklessly entered life to stay

Then, the chaos of passion and living in haste

stirred latent flames in a distant place

connected beautiful dreams with native shore

and sheltered the visions they bore

The song of love gave voice to hope

and common dreams with us eloped

our souls brushed by swallows' wings

hearts fluttering and all those things

As time marked the passing hours

in wakefulness, sleep and desires

together living every day

my slice of life is here to stay

Time Elusive...

Time Elusive

The richness of certain moments

frozen in time captured without comment

finds life preserved in memory

that spans our eternity

That sense of time as a notion

quickly passes with stillness of motion

that exists through the years

as we live through concerns and cares

Ownership of this timely essence

vivid in its presence

loosely grasped in mind

like elusive fog timely sublime

Brings fiery desires that warm the senses

bring to bear certain promises

that become wishes of no concern

to those who possess time to burn

'Tis only when forgotten voices

offer clear and comforting choices

that time is carved into granite stone

permanently there for you to own

Rockies Blue (rewrite)

Rockies Blue

In the waning light

branches reach out eerily

like claws ghostly white

over turquoise waters flowing steadily

they seem to grasp at the blue

that artfully parts the snow cover

the scenery vibrant and true

cherished by the nature lover

eddies swirl and dance at will

and amplify this blue rarely seen

the result of particles never still

scraped from pre-Cambrian rocky fields

in ancient bluish glacier ice

moving relentlessly forward

as it reflects restless skies

clearing a path towards

the woods dark and deep

and under crooked branches

that span mountain streams

'Tis natures' beautiful tool for slow changes

The Sea

The Sea

'Twas her sensuous rhythmic motions

captured on gleaming tides of oceans

promising pleasures from exotic places unknown

to be enjoyed but never owned

That first captured my dreams and desires

as I passed through awareness' fires

'Twas the constant surging of her being

stirring my senses, her smell so keen

Her fluid energy striking notes in my head

then, receding to leave me naked

as salty mist coursed through my hair

her coolness absorbing all my cares

Her overpowering song drowning desperate cries

renewing my life like crisp morning skies

'Twas love at first sight

to touch her was only right

To kiss her salty foamy clusters

softly and completely be in her

Yes, 'twas the way it happened to me

my love affair with the deep blue sea

Trepidation (rewrite)

Trepidation

In the darkness of the night, spatial forms dance

projected eerily on my bedroom walls

fog-drenched branches throw shadows enhanced

that look like creatures thin and tall

Then, as fluffy veils on high

drift and wrap that lunar splendor

shapes dissolve causing untold fright

as they now become unseen clamor

surrounding my naked form

hiding in the ink-like darkness

ready to pounce and quickly storm

my bedroom island fortress

Tiny surreal noises everywhere in the room

become visions of evil ruin

imagination running wild and soon

unseen cold breath and spectral fumes

Has turned darkness into forbidding doom

as I prepare my surrender to chilling fear

covers pulled over my head in dark room

cowering in my island bed totally scared



VENOM

VENOM

When youthful words rarely still

flow from lips and poison spills

covering young lives with dusty anger

that injects in them fearful danger

'Tis time to check the moral climate

of applied pain that thoughts beget

stop those who mock without respect

leading the weak to realms of death

Our Nation should teach without doubt

esteem for others and loudly shout

that mind poison from slanderers tongues

should be no part of those so young

Fresh hopes and youthful freedom

unmarred by hurtful mind venom

that weighs heavily with real disdain

on those least able to bear the pain



Tribute (rewrite)

Tribute for a Canadian soldier

Silence like a beam streaking forward

unseen and mostly unheard

wrapped in a plain coffin borne

by a black hearse under skies torn

flanked by police escort lights flashing

beneath gray cover of tempest coming

as thousands stand on many overpasses

Red and white with the firmament clashes

honor guards offer salutes

sadness on faces is resolute

along the Queens Highway

there is no golden light today

only thoughts of a brave warrior slain

his life perhaps given in vain

thoughts that softened hearts cannot bear

standing along the highway to share

a Nations' grief, with thoughts steeped in pride

for a Canadian son that has died

today he travels the highway of heroes

and with sadness we know

he touched the wounded hearts of many

Canadians on this sorrowful day



Toumai (rewrite)

Toumai (Hope of life)

Mother nature has her way

mostly quiet and relentless

spanning time from day to day

solving earthly problems doing her best

Nature is life ever present

marching to her own tune

singing her song, heaven sent

bestowing perfect days in June

Moving in a manner precise

tuned in to the grand scope

following that pattern intrinsically wise

as it gives humanity happiness and hope

Hope to all sentient beings

tangled in invisible strings

playing to natures' vibrations unseen

performed by the orchestra of all things

We must enjoy the given moments

help nature reduce the worldly strife

put a stop to global torment

and endow humanity with the hope of life 

Seriously Numb

Seriously Numb

When the glow of knowledge shaded

cannot shine through inner gloom

and remnants of happiness have deserted

causing euphoric dreams to not bloom

Raucous music to dull the senses

assuredly must always play

as hopes steeped in pain quenches

fires of life day to day

and time has nothing to say

when music surrounds fading wealth

as Wall street musicians play

serenading fortunes' final blow dealt

Clowns in power perform their show

as personal numbness spreads

in a land where ill winds blow

pacified by clever words instead

Will we always live in envy

of those controlling authority

or will we set ourselves free

released from indifferent conformity



Bankers Greed (rewrite) Occupy Wallstreet

Bankers Greed...

Squinting at the sun shining on distant hills

he hears the sound of morning gales

harsh light of newborn day on lives still

kisses the dew of early freshness in the dales

Standing with hands of full of desire

exposed to willful wrong deeds

as money guides the voyage into daily fires

that spread on fertile shores casting evil seeds

As he covers his spirit with cloths of wealth

fills his drained heart with flakes of gold

he watches the torrent of cruelty dealt

claws dripping red as pain unfolds

he lives the blissful life, blinders affixed

as wealth flows from bottomless wells

where the faint glow of morality is nixed

unable to cast its righteous spell

The street is filled with bankers shaping society

and they are covered with the aura of avarice

draining society quickly as silent lips from sea to sea

are bound by chains of greed and malice

Cicatrices

Like the flash of a Samurai sword

slicing through emotional cords

the ragged edges of life

cut deeply like a knife

 leaves unseen scars jagged and still

with inner pain screaming until

the internal chaos ruptures

spraying laments of misery nurtured

during lifes' daily harvest

and with bleeding soul must confess

to having cause to scorn

the hidden pain of insides torn

when words that wound

quietly slice inner beautys' bloom

killing the blossom that will never ripen

to dream and fully open

never to sip the morning dew

and bask in lovely moments new

But then, give one wisdom and passion

to heal those inner scars in slow fashion

and the renewed soul will happily travel

on a new road full of marvels

The Chase

The Chase

We are part of all thoughts in the torrent

our substance full of forgotten things

confusion on troubled road spent

in daily quests for wealth sparkling

but we find smiles and songs

and chant words with little meaning

as we labour in fields sometimes wrong

beneath heavens bright and gales blowing

and we marvel at brilliant success

and envy conscience that never wakes

on that road offering little rest

that houses frightfully empty shapes

for when the journeys' done at last

and all sustaining thoughts employed

barriers conquered and summits standing fast

sweet victory captured and boyed

by the strenght that endures

in the shadow of selfish awareness

enveloped in cozy personal pleasure

and nurtured by mindful consciousness

when frantic pursuits are finally spent

and blessed with day of rest

and social restraints cast off, be content

you persisted, you gave your best

Satisfaction

Satisfaction ( rewrite )

Cradled and protected in Mothers' arms

focus of all eyes on my obvious charms

lips to breast, my world at peace

I was satisfied with ease

Crawling and stumbling followed in hasty way

as I made new discoveries everyday

the wonders of learning and fresh memories

I was satisfied with ease

Then, as my perceptions took shape and grew

there was school, friends, teachers to name a few

a new world of stimulation

I was satisfied with my fresh imagination

Sweet teenage years happened along

noticing girls, my hormones quite strong

pure, untouchable beauty of fornication

I sure got no satisfaction

Finally, years of quest completed

a wonderful woman I wed

her presence filling all my needs

I was satisfied with ease

Now, having lived and loved

I cherish my children sent from above

I still love that wonderful person

I'm satisfied beyond reason

Believe...

Believe

Do you truly believe

in things you don't understand

feelings that make you grieve

when you witness actions of man

with emotions crashing over and over

battering thoughts on cultural rocks

spreading wreckage of existence that favor

perceptions of time recorded by the clock

Then, 'tis time to sweep foggy visions

certainly time to clearly see

the sunshine hidden in cloudy questions

and believe in your immortality

believe the sound that silence makes

that voice of flowing blood within

casually drowned in lifes' busy state

on your island of flesh never still

like the waves of life breaking

on distant shores are seen

'Tis beauty from far away raking

silently sands of time as in a dream

believe that dream of life

with all its' distress and storm-cloud dark

even if unable to understand the strife

within the vision that living marks

Cans (rewrite)

Cans  (rewrite)

This is an uncanny tale of cans

that you must understand

is told by this comic candidate

to be a candid act inane

'Tis not that I can say

but that I may

offer this near perfect canticle

as a most decent spectacle

cast over life's canyons out loud

an account of which to be proud

There's the tomato can, soup can, cancan

One connotes bleeding to fight fans

The others, a surprising quandary

one a trendy art form of the fifties

the other with visuals too hot to handle

melted and blown out like a spent candle

or spreading like mental tumors

depictions of soup cans and spicy dancers

So, the tale is told

but may I be so bold

as to mention the can of all cans

That nasty oil can which has no fans



Sole Soul Sale.....

Sole Soul Sale

My immortal soul is not for sale

Not for treasure or a pint of ale

'Tis master of its own desires

firm in its resolve wading through life's fires

having survived miseries and varied doubts

now does enjoy summers days and shouts

at the vulgar fate of fading beauty

revealing inner thoughts with fervent duty

slowly sampling existence, all of it

along the journey to the summit

where the snow of knowledge flashes white

and is full of love of truth and right

with pleasing thoughts and present pleasures

that fuel heartbeats strong and eager

No, my soul is not to be betrayed

by some path to glory commonly displayed

But alas, I'll gladly share my graybeard frivolity

with poor or wealthy humanity

to capture their hearts seeking honest fame

and with this, my soul would suffer no shame

Addiction

Addiction

With flames dying and embers flying silently

cold darkness approaches steadily

'Tis much like a child afraid of the night

that I need you to be my light

and illuminate this road that twists and winds

as I travel with you, I'll be fine

when special moments of life are sown

then upon the winds scattered and blown

like billowing ships' sail on ocean blue

that need strong and steady winds, I need you

like a soft breeze messing my hair

I need and want you always there

just like a flower needs rain

I need your presence, simple and plain

to sail lifes' raging seas

with love unleashed in ecstasy

in ageless meadows sunshine filled

I need you till my life is stilled

like soul sustaining prayers in deaths' darkness

I need you there in my eternal rest



AWOL...(rewrite)

AWOL (rewrite)

Days when endless fuel fountains flowed

poured onto us and way of life bestowed

times of freedom earth-borne

cherished endless motion the norm

'Twas pleasure in happy land

joy splendid you understand

But now there's a subtle feel in air

hardly perceptable yet quietly there

as if wrapped in chilled rain

hidden under the surface of mild pain

Its' relentless presence felt

creeping greed disguised as personal wealth

assaults our Nation in times unguarded

policies changing our land unexpected

as boomers recall bounties of the sixties

residing now in foggy memories

Pontiac GTO's and Chevy Super Sports

burning rubber, waste out of sorts

freedom on Route 66 with no regrets

as winds wrapped around our magic carpets

summer scented breezes filling the air

travelling swiftly through life without fear

those fanciful days of long ago

were wasteful times with no vision of tomorrow

granted to a generation with no cares

fed by cheap fuel to spare

Did you think it would never end

the American Way Of Life....my friend



Longshadows

Longshadows

When the blaze of light on a sunny day

marks shadows of time quick to pass your way

lonely is the shade cast on emerald green
during summer delight of human beings

Life's musical joy is played till done

 cast on servant shadows of the sun

 while companions in slender chains detained

soak in mid-summers bright purpled rain

'Tis when the essence of passing time

enveloped in sylvan charm

releases the golden bindings seldom seen

that shadows grow across gurgling streams
 mark the magic of seasons adrift
and  then cast grayness that travels swift

to attenuate the tender light

in long shadows of Autumn sprite

Shadows grow ever long and unclear

and dark echoes vibrate in troubled air

to highlight shades of gray as hopes linger

helping reality fly swiftly in minds' fire

to urge a glimpse of the approaching fate

within the long shadows of our existing state

Daydream...

Daydream

Perceptions of what is and what could be

looking through closed eyes I clearly see

myself riding on warm air currents circling around

observing creatures below earthbound

prisoners in a world different than mine

lives spent limited by awareness of time

under warm sun floating I've freedom found

musing on human life tied to solid ground

within broken gleams of brightness homes appear

as I swoop over without fear

on winds across landscape I soar

in wide open spaces, no less no more

winging through the depths of daylight

delected till the approaching summer night

absorbing the tumults of a noisy world

that below me daily unfurl

as I seek the silent squirrel in hollow tree

the marmot scampering to den under me

I watch strange beings in mysterious shelters

some of them tending garden flowers

I am a lonely wanderer

between earth and cloud cover

my arms outstretched lifted ever high

I am the majestic eagle in the sky 

Final Shuttle ( The Times part 10 )

Final Shuttle ( The Times part 10 )

With the clamour of thunder claps sounding

flocks of seagulls are sent soaring

the last shuttle bathed in colors bright

awesome orange, black and white

rises slowly amid plumes of vapors gray

energy is heard and felt miles away

white-gold fire ascending fast

sunlit air and blue skies in vision grasped

with flames behind scattered clouds hid

seen as through the darkness of closed eyelids

the final flight streaks heavenward

on a pillar of flames hurled

Atlantis, Atlantis quickly you elude

the surly bond that earth rules

on sturdy wings fly you

becoming a speck in skies of blue

'Twas Enterprise that first tested the winds

defied gravity on graceful wings

was carried aloft on mother ship

to glide and through air slip 

chariots of fire there were five

two were shattered losing all lives

our Nation bewailed the tragedy

of Challenger and Columbias' flaming destiny

'Twas with determination and heavy hearts

followed by testing of shuttle parts

that Atlantis, Endeavor and Discovery

boldly rose from pad for all to see

and fearlessly resumed exploration

of space for our grateful Nation



Bike Angel (rewrite)

Bike Angel (rewrite)

'Tis a glorious morning in Spring

life resounds all around

as I journey to my calling

a curious desire is found

to catch a glimpse of him momentarily

to renew my credence of his manifestation

confirm that coincidence is not in play

as I travel the road to my destination

miles from the approaching cemetery gates

silently wondering if he'll be there

maybe today he'll be late

further down the road he'll appear

'Tis been that way now

for twenty years maybe more

I try to understand how

he's not aged one hour for sure

someday, I'll stop at the cemetery gates

quietly wait for him to appear

as he pedals to his daily fate

surely I'll confirm his presence there

but fear prevents me for now

stops me from verifying what I'm seeing

knowing that one day somehow

the reality of that being

must be addressed

only fickle time will surely tell

as I journey towards the test

tendered by the bike Angel



Habits and Rituals

Habits and Rituals

Nothing exists with aimless desire

our passions and beings craving every hour

as natures' gift for every life

code written hidden from sight

silently touches and shapes the path taken

revealing the course daily striven

master program clearly dictates

actions that consume moments shaped

early morning habits and evening rites

haunt us with certain delight

and shape natural beauty into reality

as stately cleanliness our servant be

watch and patiently observe natures' way

as beasts and fowl spend their days

endlessly preening as water sprays about

cleaning themselves with furry snouts

the lioness gives her cubs a bath

licking their faces on savanna flats

every life is habit filled

from newborns in crib

to puberty, marriage, conception and death

rituals are woven into natural and societal depths

Valhalla

Valhalla

'Tis when vibrant and shade-drenched

visions of times whence

Vikings plunderers travelled on ocean waves

and slumbered in vales during nights stayed

that fields edged with birch and junipers

witnessed Valkyries carry dead warriors

assisting Oden to that place

where the fallen lie in buried haste

and in Valhalla their spirits rest

needing not the spoils of conquest

silk, silver, gold and ivory stores

now needed nevermore

as treasure litters moist earth

in Baltic forests and leaf strewn dirt

amber and furs scattered by lonely streams

memories of singing swords in battle scenes

as Viking presence in ancient places

appear in mist-shrouded vessels and bearded faces

with fearsome shouts as day darkened

steeped in screams as Valhalla beckoned

with death wrapped in eternal night

within lonely graves hidden from sight

Summer Nights

Summer Nights

'Tis when the warm sunlight

lasts long into summer nights

and all the murmurs of busy days

draw sounds to ear from far away

that soft scents come in perfume showers

pleasing the senses during passing hours

colorful petunias flash smiles anew

drenched in summer eves glistening dew

swallows skim placid waters causing some spray

during the approaching end of day

children play in their world of green

that bring memories of times once seen

the magic of summer nights

'Tis a welcomed and lovely sight

with beauty in length of day

sun setting over lifes' valley

recalls memories tender and strong

that refresh life while cherished long

and as darkness gains upon the sky silently

enjoy summer nights on your short stay

Friendship and Flowers

Friendship and Flowers

When summer is past

and leaves turn golden at last

sad are the times for some

as forests bare and chilled sun

mark the motion of time flown

gone with the wind to places unknown

fragile child of the earth that once stood

in the now frosted woods

their sparkling smiles drowned by cold rain

their fragrance washed away without pain

withering hastily as memories of May

become distant past in somber day

the vision musters recollections

vivid scenes of youthful actions

where the fair blosson of love

grew and faded in bright skies above

with memories of stars in the midnight hours

mingled with natures charming flowers

seems a pity that friends and lovers

should perish like autumn flowers

DREAMLAND

Dreamland

 

When strange visions appear in sleeping eyes

Alive is the land of dreams

with purple horizons in twilight skies

greenish ocean swells and crystal streams

sparkling as they flow on randomly

the vision following shadowy borders

that twist and turn softly

as golden rays illuminate wild flowers

flooding over mountains far away

and etching the fog-shrouded slopes

revealing another priceless day

born to renew your spiritual hopes

as souls encased in vessels of flesh

can feel and see and hear

natures' gifts during their eternal quest

experiencing earthly beauty everywhere

stand in fields blooming during summer gales

feel the warm rain on your naked body

walk in shaded fragrant vales

where pleasures only live for today

as strange voices floating in the night

whisper lustily in sleeping ears

only to open the vaults of earthly delights

filled with some regrets and lonely fears

awake as salty tears on glistening cheeks

form rivulets flowing senselessly

and gather on soft bedsheets

as you nurture visions that stay

for a moment in eyes shut loosely

in shadows and colorful scenes

living in mindful momentary stay

during life in the land of dreams

 

The Times (part 9 ) Perfidious Rapture

The Times ( part 9 )

Perfidious Rapture

When minds' meadows are tempered

by life's turbulent breeze

and flashes of solemn joys are shattered

by events that truly displease

creating images of spells and power

that in the prophets' vision eclipse

the rays of our limited hours

as words of doom flow from trembling lips

falling hard on personal horizons' rim

where faceless multitude gather

basking in the light of senseless whim

and for a moment cause impending disaster

when pitfalls lurk in the pictures painted

as the prophet speaks his mind

about shaded gleams of tomorrow tainted

and lost hope in the future unkind

'Tis time to turn love on full bright

make it everlasting deep and loud

fill life with realities colorful and right

and rend the darkness in your life's clouds

The Times (part 8 )

The Times (part 8)

(2011 Mississippi flood)

Mighty rivers' silvery train

swollen by incessant rain

natures' hand tore Midwest skies apart

pouring a deluge in the countries heart

the Mississippi bulged and roared

as rushing waves swept nearby shores

advancing torrents quickly crested

striking homes and devouring lives' invested

merging with countless streams swollen

and purging nearby lands of houses broken

churches and temples crushed and overturned

as prayers shouted are never heard

homeless families with teary eyes

silently turn their faces to the skies

pleading with arms outstretched in vain

seeking the end of drenching rain

river wide broadening to sea deep

spares nothing in its watery sweep

painfully, Louisiana hearts beat

absorbing the blows on flooded streets

swift currents in New Orleans town

move towards the Gulf on down

as muddy flows test grief engulfed residents

but will not defeat them during this incident

The Chest

The Chest

The chilled winds screamed like a cat fight

as I rummaged the attic that night

an old chest partly hidden from sight

sat in fleeting shadows gray and stark

it drew attention by its graceful form

mysterious presence in darkness cast

drawing one with temptation strong

heartbeat rising quickly fast

as sprung latches let the lid open

would it reveal ingots within

would candle light shine on fortune

I paused with deep breath taken in

then, found the chest filled with words

short ones, strange ones, long ones abound

some nouns, adjectives and adverbs

also in the mix, verbs and pronouns

enough to construct sentences

and gather them into chapters

words of beauty and fragrant essence

words worthy of human rapture

'twas a treasure greater than gold

seeds of consciousness and wisdom sown

grown into stories and poems of old

and woven into fabrics of fantasies flown

The Times (part 7)

                                                 Osama Bin Laden  

                                Broken is the spell that held us long

                                    our view of terror observed with scorn

                                          Osama Bin Laden is dead

                                              with a bullet to the head
 

                                     Justice delivered finally

                                          on the second day of May

                                             ten years after the evil deed

                                            that planted retribution seeds
 

                                      America did not forget the innocents

                                        murdered in that cowardly event

                                    our Nation now rejoices in the moment

                                            mental relief at last joyfully spent
 

                                     Forget not that ideals never die

                                           the evil torch will be carried high

                                              and spread the flames of terror

                           in America, far beyond those flaming towers
 

                Stay alert, remember always that the towers burned

                        protect your land and lifestyle earned

                             for they will not relent in their hate

                               of our great democracy, the United States

                                  relish in the land in which we dwell

                                         and resolve to guard it well