when love, like a rocket
         explodes in the empty space
of eternal’s final abyss
or in the early mist of
morning’s arrival
i think only one thought
& feel the throbbing of
only
one
      heart

and when peace echoes
in the bottomless pit of my soul
in the twilight of my years
i picture only one face
& I seem to reason
only
through
haste

then memories of my fleeting
yet full filled past
remind me of loves, long lost   and yet
i only seek one hand
to place upon it
a precious band

when fear engulfs my body
or anger leads to wrath
i only, without pause
call for sandi
to speak the words
i need.

It isn’t funny I have no money,
but it gives me a chance to make romance,
since I am here and you are there,
I must let it be through my poetry...

                   One good thing about a poem
                   we surely must admit,
                   is I can change the format
                   whenever I see fit...

This little card has come to bring
a very merry Christmas cheer,
and all the peace and joyful things
throughout the coming year...

Whenever life seems such a mess
and you feel only strife,
look on the love and happiness
you’ve met throughout your life...

I so much wish to see you
before the first arrives,
if only not for other plans
I’m sure this would come true...

Remember this, my final thought.
Your happiness stands well above.
No one else can give to you
my undivided love......

November 10, 1969                             (Revised) June 15, 2009

Catch the sun in your hands                Catch the rays of sun
throw it upwards                                 in your hands, throw it upward;
and love for eternity.                             and love for eternity!

November 10, 1969                 (Revised) June 15, 2009

Time should fill your            Time should fill your life;
life up to the ultimate             upon the ultimate peak
Peak of love                              find love and beauty.
and beauty.

Make that putt
he yelled
from the
jalousie window
above.
Make that putt .
I may have
given it
to you
but your
opponents
obviously
know you well.
You missed
a foot
going
what makes
you think
you’ll make it
coming back.
Make that putt.
Don’t pick it up.
I haven’t
given it
to you.
Make that putt.
Earn the right
to pick
the ball up
on a gimme.
Does the rest
of your game
****, too?
Make that
****
putt, will ya!!

I looked deep within my sister’s eyes today
and reached inside her soul...
I pulled and tugged at nature’s way
and said, not far away...
I know within my being,
my sister’s eyes though glazed...
can sense the world around her
she’s not that far away...
She’s standing at the entrance
the precipice, the door...
she’s searching for the key of life
to step outside once more...
It shows upon her face today
she’s aching to be free
It’s time my sister, you can see
you’re not that far away...
And now to speak the words we need
to say you’re back again...
relate the journey you’ve been on
with purpose and belief...
you’re not away,
but here to stay
as we rejoice the day...

Apparently,
I thump my thighs
missing a beat
left by my side
in the argument
of confusion...

Apparently,
I look the fool
aimlessly adrift
forlorn in my
abstract direction
looking for keys...

Apparently,
I’m not the boy
playing baseball
in back my house
the weakest one
doing his best
to succeed, not to fail...

Apparently,
I fantasize, still do at 52
‘bout being the best
standing straight
and *****
at five feet two
It’s always been...it always will...

Apparently,
my dormant tracks
came fool circle
with endless
Cheshire cat-like grins
pretending I’m in
but I’m not...

Apparently,
and eventually
the laughter subsides
and the hurt
hides inside
while the clown reappears
or the drum rat-a-tats
and the pain still remains...

Apparently,
I died a million times
I’ve sailed
the dreaded seas
near and far
upon the ship
taking one last trip...

Actually,
I’ve learned to cope
to deal with the disease
and live the life
and the hand
I’ve been dealt...

Soft and tender lips
providing lasting comfort;
complex as it is.

You’re right, of course
about everything...
and my heart
goes boom in the night.
There’s a slip in the ship
and never the twain shall meet..
Perplexed mind
underscoring
the uncertainty.
Sleepless nights and
restless days and weeks
and months and years,
and yes, even decades...
Festering fear and
harboring discord and
unfortunately,
hatred of times gone by..
Forgetting the good,
the positive,
and yes, even the growth,
that we both knew
and loved and shared
a long time ago...
Quietly, without celebration,
the past disappears
into the future of hope.

Magical moments
on soft spun sandy beaches;
alone and in love

All I Got...

I got teeth that roam in the morning...
I got teeth that roam all the time...
I got teeth that smile and grin...
I got teeth that haven’t been brushed....

I got eyes that roam in the evening.
I got eyes that roam everywhere.
I got eyes that stare at the moonlight
I got eyes that haven’t been touched...

I got arms that reach for you daily..
I got arms that reach into space...
I got arms that need to be ‘round you...
I got arms with no one to hold...

I got lips that  seek what they yearn for
I got lips that never been kissed.
I got lips that drip from the passion
I got lips that kiss everyday...

I got dreams I dream in the nighttime
I got dreams that weigh on my soul
I got dreams that stay with me always..
I got dreams I hope will come true...

I got love from here to forever
I got love to give to you dear..
I got love to have for the asking...
I got love and wouldn’t you know....