COLD BEAUTY....( last work for 2015..accomplished 65 this year )

Cold Beauty

 

Come, sit by the river with me

enjoy natures soothing serenity

may you experience different layers of reality

while you sit by the river with me

 

The river rages between cold ivory

that covers ruddy banks

trees cast empty shadows in irony

that land on flashing diamonds of river garland

River rocks scattered about

are crowned with snowy foreheads

handy perches for chilled waterfowl

who would rather swim instead

This shallow river censured by probing eyes

pulls at the soul with its magnetic frothy crests

and mocks the season with rebel guise

refusing to transform into crystal forests

Flowing currents untouched by the cold sting

bitten by bitter winds surfing the sky

taunt feathered residents who sit in snow brooding

wondering where cold beauty lies

Being ever mindful of the beholder

I say, beauty lies in the perception of life

the eternal desire growing ever colder

that searches for the gift of cold beauty's delight

 

 

The Summer Swan....

THE SUMMER SWAN

 

Come, sit by the river with me

enjoy natures' soothing serenity

may you experience different layers of reality

while you sit by the river with me

 

She appeared during a spring shower

a ghostly entity in fog-shrouded water

she silently parted the blue-gray river

with flashes of white between misty vapors

Next days' sunshine found her still there

paddling about without a care

she was a regal sight to behold

resplendent in every feathers fold

from my chair on rivers edge

I could see her preening her plumage

Her feathers in picture perfect white

her presence captured mind and heart

 

Mute swan in spring alone

where has your mate gone...

You swim gently as time passes

You nibble the new grasses

and sustain your life while swimming about

never uttering a Mute swans' shout

 

I yearned to hear her call quite strong

to gratefully absorb her summer swan song

during summer days that year

she never tested the humid air

She was oblivious to gifted happiness

which she gave me in excess

her presence in my reality

was special and soothing as can be

her grace and perfection noticed

through the Summer solstice

 

Various other waterfowls stayed clear

'Twas perhaps out of fear

Although, I believe their actions

were out of respect for perfection

 

Then, one magical sunny day

gliding beautifully, leading the way

three little ones followed splashing river water

Everyone just as perfect as her

 

So goes the cycle of life and beauty

that captured my awareness and reality

during that summer special to me

With Summer Mute swan in harmony



RIVER FEATHER....

River Feather

 

Come, sit by the river with me

enjoy natures'  soothing serenity

and you may experience different layers of reality

just sitting by the river with me

 

A discarded Mallard tail feather

quite plain lacking color

glows in the afternoon sunlight

as I sit by the river bright

The feather moves against the current

travelling ever faster from moment to moment

it seems to be alive, endowed with special powers

as it swims upstream during Summer hours

Then, the gusty flowing breeze expires

the hapless feather becomes slave to fluid desires

quickly overwhelmed by the cascading water

its memory seeks to survive forever

For an instant during its existence

a lonely feather challenged logic in a sense

Appearing to be alive

momentarily existing between swirling water and sky

A fortunate observers mind embraced the eye

gave substance to the winds' invisible flight

and gifted the lowly feather

with life for an instant during Summer

 

 

Battleground America...

Battleground America

 

Oh say can you see

bullets flying at you and me

In our land where freedom lives

Peace of mind has become a sieve

 

This homeland of the brave

now attracts evil idealistic rage

and suffers its mindless pain

in massacres resulting in nothing gained

 

We bear the brunt of fanatics

who vilify the Muslim spirit

feeding the wrath building in our hearts

that pushes humanity further apart

 

Sweet freedom is the source, it seems

of the nightmare haunting ISIS dreams

but fear not, America will soon achieve

a cure for this virulent disease

Breasts-Breasts-Breasts....

Breasts-Breasts-Breasts

 

 

Surrounded by bulbous softness in newborn days

My sweet taste of love

began with my unfocused gaze

of sustenance hanging from above

 

Soft blurry orbs newly found

I watched in darkness, listening

to familiar sounds floating around

my tiny pulse quickly beating

 

In that state, I understood nothing

of this time in my early existence

and craved just one thing

during my early stage of angelic presence

 

I was suddenly plunged into my new world

quite toothless and forcefully crying

and as reality quickly unfurled

 peacefully sucking pendulous orbs was my everything



ISIS METASTASIS....

Isis Metastasis

Drinking from the cup of homeland security

should calm the fears of American society

but evil breathes outside our doors

dragging chains of hate across the moors

and easily enters the City of Lights

to extinguish civilization burning bright

ISIS mind poison corrupts the human race

and forces all Nations to quickly brace

Firm up conscious resolve

as the threat rapidly evolves

We must trample the serpent of hate

locate the head and decapitate

we must prevent this evil from roaming the world

defeat ignorant ideals that darkly unfurl

to mindlessly murder innocents

as ISIS flaunts civil indifference

'Tis a pity that human goodness spoiled

thrives in the foreheads of serpents coiled

Slimy creatures that vanish into dark holes

where Lucifer sounds his sorrowful moans

Worldwide grieving floods our souls

while we enjoy the comforts of home

and we adjust to renewed stress

as terror reappears in murderous dress

Louvre Lady.....

Louvre Lady 

Her image travelled through my eyes

her beauty was instantly analyzed
 the loveliness that settled in my mind

was displayed in subdued colors ever so fine
 

It burned into my memory and remains

much like stubborn movie frames

flipping faster and faster to capture

and breathe life into her still picture
 

'Twas to me, a feeling unknown

a perception that could not be owned

A fleeting moment leading nowhere

A presence beautifully rare
 

Within the Louvre she existed there

and gave pleasure for all to share

her charm frozen in art

drove loves arrow through my heart

She captured the focus of my mind

a sweet reality warm and kind

'Twas an encounter never felt before

etched in my spirit evermore

Her flawless apparition on cottonwood painted

left my love of her mindfully stranded

The night Patrol......

THE NIGHT PATROL

 

On the cratered road where stillness lies

Puddles hold reflected moonlight

Our nervous patrol fights lack of sleep

as humid winds course through roadside reeds

The incessant melody assaults our ears

Jungle heat boils our blood as midnight nears

 

Dripping dew drops sound like mortars

as they strike muddy puddle waters

This landscape green and jungle wet

offers our patrol nothing but regret

as our goggled eyes in Starlight dream

search for the enemy unseen

 

We penetrate in jungle ever deep

seeking Charlie in sandelled feet

The mist rises in thin breaths

it hides trip wires that bring instant death

 

Locked and loaded with fingers primed

we advance in staggered line

and we silently question our presence here

when back home, no one really cares



Friendship Summoned....

Friendship Summoned

 

I opened myself up and bled friendship

everyone around me was splattered by it

Some instantly removed the unwanted invasion

while others welcomed the invitation

 

Friendship summoned filled the air

It removed the lack of hope and despair

as strangers intersected in life moments

and soaked in the warm enchantment

 

I wanted to arrive unknown

find some warmth in greetings sown

To capture the essence of new souls

to imagine with my eyes closed

the joy of times in friendship born

to wander on paths newly formed

and like a blossom in the rain

flourish and soothe life's pain

 

As I travelled with friendship in hand

I realized that true love never plans

That emotions thrive among real friends

and persists till the very end

IMAGINE...

Imagine

 

Imagine a window with no view

would the outdoors thrive without you

would the, I love you, on your tongue

be just a thought or true love hung

like some emotion just waiting to be released

existing long enough to someone please

 

Imagine cream topped emotional waves

rolling like sunlit bellowing sails

advancing and crashing on your personal shore

in pure simplicity, nothing more

would attachment to material things

really make sense, when death takes everything

 

Imagine your existence never ending

your life never surrendering

would gratitude during your eternal age

fill the void of an earthly grave

 

Then, imagine your life without walls

open and welcoming to all

and when you look through that window

imagine visions of life that gently flow

painted on the landscape of your reality

Imagine a freshly renewed personality

RED LEAF DOWN....

Red Leaf Down

 

There lies a most colorful leaf

cast to the earth brown

A natural act of grief

while summer quietly absconds

 

Red leaf down comes with a frown

tints the flavor of Autumn

that resides on forest crowns

and carpets its shaded bottom

 

Red leaf down without a doubt

stirs our hearts at sunset

as orange and yellows shout

beauty, beauty without regret

 

Red leaf down lies fair

stillness on frosted ground

velvet black in night air

hide its color in darkness found

 

Red leaf down in woods and dales

under moonlight that silently strays

where yellow is white that fades

and red is brown that somehow stays

 

Red leaf down, red leaf down

on moist soil it humbly lays

it provokes thoughts profound

by flashing its crimson ways

PASSION PRISON...

Passion Prison

Behind the grey door

youthful passion is no more

Mirrored walls reflect emptiness

where once strolled naked loveliness

Those lusty chains of love

shackles hanging from above

Those restraints and familiar games

in passionate hours spent, now seem lame

While time appears frozen like glass

it quickly shatters when released at last

in the chill of advancing Autumn

frosted like life's ebbing passion

Human passions in age fully restrained

bound in routine that remains

like a shadow of yesterdays tales

are covered in lustful aches

As confidence succumbs to age

wisdom becomes a parchment page

that cracks in the passing of time

while passion escapes to other climes

Where warm confinement is endured easily

where tomorrow waits tragically

soaked in memories essence

unaware of its shackled consequence

In the passion prison of advanced age

Desires are locked in cold cages

Hidden from life's swift race

'Tis old ages inherited disgrace

SOULSTEALING....

Soul Stealing

Remembrance meets madness from hell

Veils drape over souls as well

as yesterday flounders on life's shoals

and breath of mind is taken from the old

When the dullest shades of grey

harbors jagged twisted branches that stay

and promote persistent random decay

making beautiful remembrances their prey

'Tis memories that once supported happiness

that now dwell in the gulf of forgetfulness

Forever lost during the minds cellular death

taken from the souls gentle breath

Swarms of connections lost overnight

separated from the bodies beating heart
 destroyed by retreating gray matter

 No longer safe within the cranial shelter

Joyful memories of all kinds

blissful thoughts forever in decline

are stolen by this insidious foe daily

as personal identity fades slowly

Fervent prayers ask for the nightmare to end

they are on the lips of family and friend

as this disease of modern life

continues stealing souls without a fight

  

LOST DAY....

LOST DAY

He rises before the sun

Ahead of sleep undone

light will follow this morning

and time will mark him a victim

Star speckled night has come to pass

forming dew on blades of grass

Night breezes falter in dark chill

fragrant motion becomes still

In depths of emotional tides evermore

fresh debris litters his sandy shore

Pulse quickens as the new day begins

bearing visions of angel wings again

They rise from his abysmal state of mind

flashing whiteness rendering him blind

and only the awareness of his beating heart

sustains today's desire to again start

For in yesterdays regret certainly lies

fear of the mornings fresh new sky

Purplish streaks bend around corners

becoming shadows of dim colors

Indeed, those moments gently comfort him

they favor his awareness of like victims

Mercy blends into his life by chance ever present

reflects his love of every instant

Like geese in flight against the setting sun

or nimble swallows swooping in fun

He has a fervent wish to banish dream shadows

and replace them with vibrant rainbows

While painting mind colors of every hue

he once had visions of purpose in living hell

and they appeared clear as a bell

but darkness troubled his confused mind

with life to live and work to find

Green grass became insignificant

fresh air and reality became distant

As he struggled from day to day

Squandering his meager pay

When he returned home at twilight grey

He wept over the loss of another day

Blossoming Love...

Blossoming Love

As the lovely flower of love

envelops human nakedness

It radiates constant beauty above

the earths silent darkness

It dissipates the shadows in our minds

Feeds hopes that beckon ever clear

To mortal flesh in life unkind

as blossoming love transcends deaths fears

The lovely flower that grows in obscurity

must be content with its own beauty

as it endures its lone destiny

while living a life that no one can see

This blossoming love is like soft sands

that drift along the tides of life

Coursing loosely through wet hands

during the passing of nightly delight

This flowering love lies tangled in our hair

It energizes separate souls entwined

Adds beauty to life elated with fragrant air

while singed by the spirit of oaky wine

and captures the flowing river

that runs to the ocean blue

and much like a perpetual prayer

it revives the soul with passions new

The DANGEROUS PRINCE....

The Dangerous Prince

When that day arrives

and faceless lips from heads unwise

shout rebellion among themselves

The Prince will step from his dusty shelf

onto the stage of lofty power

very distant from ivory towers

and recite with impunity obvious circumstances

that resonate with the silent speculations of the masses

He will be the social instrument

that torments our Nations immigrants

and baffles our prosperous and educated class

He will officiate the forthcoming black mass

In a setting of red, white and blue

and with iconic hair askew

he will glow in the spotlight

and please those tired of government blight

his rhetoric will descend from blue skies

stick to Nationalism on the rise

and because past leadership is reprehensible

the Princes popularity will be inexhaustible

DANGEROUS FEELINGS...

Dangerous Feelings

Feelings surface here and there

wrapped in emotions that lead nowhere

and words that linger in the brain

cascade into pools of permanent ink stains

Welcomed visions light up the night

angels out of focus and out of sight

speak words whispered in the dark

words cast in the night coldly stark

Poisoned passion derails the heart

causing the soul to wither in fright

and binds the spirit in chains of rejection

that reside in the mantle of sensual creations

Emotions tend to obliterate reality

with their magical melody

They fan the flames of what could be

and are then quenched by personal destiny

DANGEROUS JOURNEY...

Dangerous Journey

The blistering heat rises on hopes path

as they walk away from homeland epitaphs

They have no sense of dangers ahead

their combined hopes are vision fed

Doom is repressed in their minds play

as human fate arrives to stay

their soul numbing voyage rages

written in histories somber pages

Their communal breath is fed

by the reality of family now dead

There's no looking back at darkness descending

only hope for healing light in the morning

In distant lands awaits hopeful times

away from Syria's decay and evil clime

Tomorrows journey of promise is slight

as it lives in the morning and dies at night

Dangerous Color Hues.....

Dangerous Color Hues

When life's gray enters the mind

Colors bright can be useful and kind

Blue is green it often seems

when washed by sunlight's gleam

Lemon yellow and tomato red

becomes pumpkin orange instead

Majestic ebony and ivory

side be side make wonderful melody

Royal red becomes slightly gray

when we lose the light of day

Black is black and white is white

one becomes the other in absent light

Brown is the subdued offspring

that lies between red and yellow

and in the fresh dawn unaware

gold rises without a care

Only to traverse and disappear in Western skies

where ebbing colored beauty resides

in purplish pinks and orange reds

captured by eager eyes to heal the head

DANGEROUS QUESTIONS...

Dangerous Questions

Harsh words tossed into azure skies

must defy gravity to remain alive

they eventually scatter to become lost

like some ghost train of thought

They slowly resurface defeating the ambient gravity

they expose inner thoughts and missing beauty

when cast on a reality changing by the hour

they become sunshine and colorful flowers

They are the winds that fill life's sails

they are spoken thoughts that ask without fail

What is my purpose? Who am I ?

Questions that need an answer before we DIE....