SHOOTING STAR...

Shooting Star

Through the golden beeches not far

I spotted a shooting star

A sight that traversed the Autumn air

on that October night quite clear

'Twas beyond a vast field of green

rich with corn stalks and flowing stream

a streaking show of light from heaven down

flashed across the steeples of our town

It's passing reflected on a serene pond

a momentary light from space beyond

briefly spending itself in night chill

as it disappeared over the distant hill

Starlight was eclipsed in a moment

by reddish fire quite extravagant

a vision gratefully grasped

beneath a firmament lacking an overcast

All Souls Night...revision #3

All Souls Night

I hear the sound of rustling leaves

a soulful chatter in the dark night breeze

The cold wind slaps my face

and I quicken my homebound pace

Thoughts of evil in mind surface

cold fingers brush me with hellish purpose

as I walk near that place, dull and dead

close to where rest all the souls departed

There are specters lurking in woods and glades

their whispers in the darkness fade

the dimming light turns my vision dead

I sense departed souls lurking ahead

Staring through the darkened pines and woven vines

visions of ghouls become vividly mine

My footsteps hasten and limbs turn cold

on this winding path forbiddingly old

Surrounded by woods soaked in clinging mist

lost departed souls most likely persist

and nearby marshes hide fearful things

covered in darkness deep and forbidding

Fear slowly creeps up my back

visions of hell become a fact

while scurrying shadows fill my sight

and become real in mind tonight

The smell of death on this night late

consumes my imagination in horrendous fate

and paralyses my core of mind

as logic falters and terror I quickly find

I cannot shake the chilling fright

that evil dimension of all souls night

as I feel their spectral breath

the unseen reality that exists in death

TRUTH and TRUST...revision #2.

Truth and Trust

Once in America upon a time

there was truth and flowers most sublime

 colorful reality was fixed in National light

and life seemed so right

Those times have now passed too soon

as truthful buds no longer bloom

Our Nations' capital with reasons cold

has made truth too fragile to hold

Now trust, like promises broken

is assaulted by words falsely spoken

as citizens seek to end the honeymoon

with the false prophet, hopefully soon

Once upon a time

truth was savored like a fine wine

but now, the train of truth has left the station 

without saying goodbye to a frustrated Nation

FLORENCE...Revision #2

FLORENCE

Waking early on a September morn

my lovely dreams from sleep torn

A most pleasant scenery, I do recall

Colored my memories, but not all

of a distant yesterday that in slumber came to me

from Florence across the sea

We strolled sunlit piazzas there

the warm September breeze messing our hair

Large umbrellas cast shadows cool

on granite fountains and reflecting pools

Crowd noise reverberated on courtyard fixtures

filling our souls with adventure

that immersed us in that beautiful setting

of pink marble and tourists bargaining 

for paintings, postcards and religious prints

while we were enveloped in Autumns winds

Sidewalk Michelangelo's created works with chalk

Exquisite pieces where tourists walked

People from many Nations

became part of our visitation

Then, came Florence night with full moon above

This memory frozen in love

while on the watchtower where pigeons flocked

moon shadows settled on the ancient clock

as my presence stood still in time

and all senses captured a place so fine

Alas, I remember his youthful love

as we walked beneath the moon above

BLUE MAN...

Blue Man

The blue man somehow knows

what defines him from head to toes

'Tis the mixture of shame and regret

compelling him to never forget

that mélange of green and yellow

which creates the color of sorrow

Memory induces him to recall most

the beauteous times, now only ghosts

that he holds precious and tender

as he fears to surrender

to cravings of forbidden desires

existing in fires smothered that still smolder

Life conditions bury his soul ever deeper

until it becomes the sullen prisoner

of parted lips and foul breath

that become spiritual death

as he exists in a paradise lost

and mourns the wasted crushing cost

He shouts at destiny's hollow breeze

Hears the murmur of time's flowing stream

his gloom is reflected in society's mirror

while despair fills him with terror

He wants to repent for his abnormal desires

but still seeks the rapture of old pleasures

The blue man's guilt haunts his delight

he quietly weeps under the cover of night

MANDALAY BAY....59 dead...+500 wounded...

Mandalay Bay

Cascades of screaming lead

rained down from golden heights

to strike the living and the dead

shattering the concerts peaceful night

Life below became less than cheap

as the slayer in his crows nest

made lady love on this day weep

while he stole lifes final breath

Everyone scattered on the bloody venue

Young and old wading though the slaugter

as volley after volley the sniper strew

that extinguished youthful fire

Those inevitable minutes in the gold tower

marked a twisted path to glory with death

that stole life from sons and daughters

while a deranged individual had no regret

These frozen memories grab our soul with icy hands

as National sorrow floods our spirit

We still fail to understand

the meaning of all of it