Lightening storm at night...

Pine timber decay tan
lightening bolt struck;
alone stood vigilant silent
pining oracle luck.

Thunder winds rain howled
mankind timid meek;
shelter solace sanctum succor
humbly did seek.

Thunder`s spent heaven`s rent
suddenly was thought;
poor pine did absorb the pain
hope courage so random bought.









A simple poem about a dead pine tree
down the road in Mandeville , which was struck by
lightening two nights ago...


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Tearful dreams...

Blue paper shoe
blue cotton shirt
smile pain fraught
eyes carved of hurt.

Blue paper shoe
shoulder shrug walk
meek yet ferocious
once tender steps
now a stalk.

Blue paper shoe
gentle kind soul
heart beats of longing
yet tears as
jet black coal.

Blue paper shoe
window gazed dreams
true love life`s pursuit
but for a moment
or so it seems.




I wrote this poem in the lobby of the psych ward at SELH  July 2010.
I was a patient there at the time.
This guy, a bipolar person with a crack habit was being readmitted.
He was dressed in blue paper gown and shoes.
 He was a very pleasant talkative guy, kinda like a hustler.
 But his mood could flip in a second to a very violent person.










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Dusk...

Timber blue tower
pine arched so
dusk's rays shadowed
past mid day glow.

Timber blue tower
paced lined rowed
concave gentle edge
symmetrically bestowed.

Timber blue tower
myrtles aching flow
brown needles scattered
nature`s thread sow.

Timber blue tower
seeking heaven`s door
does whisper to my heart
hope love distant shore.





A poem about the pine trees and blue water tower,
which I could see out the windows of the Psych ward in Mandeville.


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Poem...

Single kind word
whirl turn spin
flow of verse
does thus begin.

Passions flame
maelstrom curse
Venus lives
thru Neptune's`s worse.

Tranquil waters
cool cool wind
love laugh life
my heart again.














...

Life...

Sand water heaven
laughter smiles love
three there came
to waters edge...
















...

Sand...

Sand sand sand
as moments of time
or words of man.

Sand sand sand
dry harsh eternal
does cover the land.

Sand sand sand
if words spoken true
water truth sand
does shape the earth
offer hope to man.
















...

Totem at rest...

Of wood did weather
artly craft
as salted sea did bathe;
this totemed spirit
possessed fore aft
time turned
on Neptune`s lathe.
























...

Icarus...free

There a young simple man
within stark northern land
amused did breath
and venture " I can be free"...
bravely gaze to the open bold sea
vacant yearning of desire burning
thus spoke his true heart`s plea.

Earthen bound my feet they seem
yet heavens heights for me do gleam;
fashion of feather and twine i will
I`ll run smile fly off yon sheer hill.

His prayers dreams winged
as hearts they soar
may mercy compassion
guide his flight
safely to native shores.


Hope for Peace...












...

A Wilde conversation...

Thru deep dreams
awoke night last;
bold spirit upon me
did cool cool spell cast.


To darkness bathed balcony
did i pause to reflect;
of the Irish gent named Oscar
and my life of neglect.


Up did i get
to shower and dress;
then walk to the road
gaze hard east then west.


As direction i queried
sands lifted cool winds bent;
hark breeze of the west
to the east was i sent.


Dark sands did i wander
glance hard left then right;
no other did i spy
t`was a dead beach tonight.


Sentient oak magnolia pecan pine
night trodden path did faithfully line;
Irish bard`s wisdom i went there to find
for hope courage did dread doubt my soul`s venture bind.


To the right night`s lonely waves
did warm sands lovingly caress;
left wind scattered manses
vacant old tattered worn
yet nightly past glories refuse to take rest
and hauntingly proclaim architect`s design at it`s best.


Dank miles did i stagger
til gambler`s den with brew i dared rest;
my soul did to Oracle plea
vainly I still sought the answers
so long ago tucked in Oscar`s vest.

As i sat drunken wagered
did approach on my right;
a swarthy tattooed male siren
fragrant misguided smile of the night.


At first i recoiled
jumped back in shear fright;
then i snickered and smiled
for i knew he was right.

Oscar, the dead Irish bard
i sought
was not far from sight;
Oscar sat earnestly
smiled from my chair
all along
he had been there all night.





Oscar Wilde visited Beauvoir
and Biloxi
during his American Tour.



























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Bricks...

Bricks bricks bricks
earth`s clay man
fired hard a single day;
mighty singular units
yet whacked stacked
pointed jointed
does true purpose
of builder display.

Bricks bricks bricks
mason`s tiny soldiers
bold brazen stark;
grasped shaped moulded
created by man
divinely pulled from the dark.

Bricks bricks bricks
scattered tossed lost
once a time
cooly aligned;
thru blessed symmetry
mortar sweat toil
with hope courage
truly designed.

Bricks bricks bricks
tumbled jumbled fell
crashed dashed thrown
hardfall to earth;
whether nature`s fury
or man`s folly
matters not
for these brave soldiers
patiently await rebirth.

Bricks bricks bricks
do humbly await
their divine meaning still;
wall tomb home
what shall it be
pray courage hope
and a true builder`s will.







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Unconditional...

Silent sentinel
beacon of hope
unquestioning
ever faithful.

Simple needs
wants none.

Love unconditional

Humble heart replete
divine affection proclaims

Hate fades

True love only grows
stronger with time.









...

De profundis

This morn ere
the beach i walked;
quiet alone
so to myself I talked.

My sounds were
not simple words;
or vacant tunes
as to entertain the birds.

But rather i rhymed
and chanted my verse
i know you`ve heard better
for i have seen worse.

I walked the beach
yet my memory did jog
A synapse went click
neurons released a cog.

There was once
Oscar an Irish gent
he came to Beauvoir
there left his spirit`s scent.

Tomorrow morn
ere i take my walk;
to Beauvoir i`ll go
and to the gentle bard
my verse I`ll talk…










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Beloved...

I was not a saint
nor ever a king;
t`was your own half thought
that song did sing.

I am a humble man
of meager orgins still;
yet my soul does
with words
blue skies dare to fill.

My simple name a blessing
upon me bestowed;
by my mother
after the dear doctor
who slapped me
ere first i crowed.





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Lonely beach at night...

Late night last
lone cab i rode
to the hard rock cafe;
forty bucks
six pack cheap beer
downtrodden spirit
was all in play.

As the gates bursts open
did the stories unfold;
guitars strung blue
worn jackets sparkle gold.

In awe did i wander
glass cases and peer;
a downtrodden poet
a half drunken seer.

Long did i ponder
their life`s gentle soul;
til anguished abated
and ale`s thirst grew too bold.

To pub`s altar
i ventured
there begged for a brew;
the tender he smiled
for me
he thought
he knew.

There sat and played
won more often lost;
reached up then stretched
my hair tumbled tossed.

To the curb
did i amble
to await there my ride;
one question it lingers
on my brain`s pensive side.

The guitars photo`s jackets
with me did they sit;
but in those tight little jeans
How did Elton ever fit?









...

Silent lark...reborn.

Thru dark of night
cats silent my balcony sway;
they smile at the moon
yet siren`s songs
for me do play.

Clawed feet gently
padded flow
create their stance;
Eyes keen alert
head neck ears
this nightly prance.

Was chance perhaps
form caught my eye;
they felt my glance
yet did not fly.

This ritual dance
did for me unfold;
timeless sacred ballet
premiered tonight
yet composed of old.

My heart of trivial nothings
was burdened dark;
but by intermission
my soul was born
new again the lark.

I hope tonight
to view the ballet;
with a glass
of cheap red wine
this will
Make my day.




...

A song.

For me
there is no future
nor was a past;
i smile today
faint hope it lasts.

Beating heart does chant
a soulful round;
of old love lost
and new love found.

i love poetry...







...

Poems creation...

I sit and think
my ears do ring:
my life is nothing
yet everything.

Words do flow
as blood thru my veins;
wild horses true steeds
snugly harnessed of
lightening flashed reins.

Wooded path gravely darkened
naked moonlight with misted fog
does jealously make love;
blackened coach
wheeled of fury
whiskyed curses doomsday verses
chiseled equine muscled strength
divinely fueled from above.

Onward onward
go forth thru the night:


in progress...

The road...

Across steep mountain
thru rambling glade;
unguided venture
for me was laid.

Acquaintance many
friends but few;
values I held seem
ever more so true.

To many I talked
diverse knowledge gleamed;
some even I taught
or to me so it seemed.

Many were smug
self righteous, some proud;
they ridiculed ,mocked
oft laughed right out loud.

Yet more often than not
as they opened and spoke;
true beauty
goodness self evident
in simple words awoke.





...

Prayer at dawn...

Lights break
gulls cry
scent of fir
so goes life
by and by.

Daily miracle
rhythmic renewal
prayers of priests
dances of fools.

I breath today
heart cooly beats
humble eyes to heaven
my feet hit the streets.

Hope my partner
courage my love;
fear not grins from hell
for Grace flows from above.






...

To create...

You sing of Freedom
and protest with your flock;
but never was a loaf of bread
made with a rock...









...

Rudderless...

A gentle breeze
distant summer eve wind;
vessel at bay
came the great white`s fin.

His shadow I saw
and then came the dance;
might of jagged white dagger
steered by death`s cold black glance.

As thunder he hit me
the timbers did split;
to the depths did he vanish
alone here I sit.

My skiff gentle rocked
by waves tender swell;
my eyes look to heaven
as my soul peers to hell.

The seams they do leak
my boat starboard lists;
i should stand to bail
but i feel thru the mists.

It`s coming
he seeks me
darkness swims from the deep;
on deck do i recline
peaceful slumber
cool cool sleep.





I wrote this poem in Victoria, Canada,
while sitting on the steps of the harbor bay.
It is about accepting death.