Friday, July 16, 2010

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.















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Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Life...
























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

















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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.
















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Sunday, July 11, 2010

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.

























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Friday, July 9, 2010

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...













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Thursday, July 8, 2010

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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Wednesday, July 7, 2010

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.










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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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Tuesday, July 6, 2010

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?










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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.





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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...








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Sunday, July 4, 2010

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.






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Served 4 years as Navy Corpsman, became a Nurse , worked as Registered Nurse for 32 years