We capture an image of a Saturn moon on the lake
However, how can one capture that moment
When my body response to your touch,

An instant transformation of the goddess within
The purring of the tigress,
the moan of the dying deer
those sounds were bewitching to your ear
you softly whispered to me
“If my heart fails let it be
Heaven wait”.

Here we are letting the
Winter darkness triggers our mood
While Jack Frost nibble our Noses
~~
The northern wind whispered the same old stories
In my ear,
I saw you in my dream
I heard your echoing laughter
your smile reminds me of a warm summer breeze
When it was you and I and the starry skies
Under the sycamore tree
Now it’s all the sniffy and the sneezes
And the
“God bless you”
I feel your pain

Growing old is scary for some
And a blessing for others:
We have live our life: the best way we know how
here we are all alone,
We are now living under different change of the body
Walking around with our portable therapy for instant energy
Long time ago it was
portable cassette or CD player with two or more loudspeakers:
those horrible double decker’s
Now it’s
problems of blood circulation.
Dozens of useless prescriptions,
  Directions that read take three to
Four times per day
So once again
Moving forward with all kinds of botheration to
Another slower lane to nowhere
Last but not least
Keep out of reach of small children
Before you reach the
Dead End Street

Let the beauty that we love be what we do.
— Jalal ad-Din Rumi

What do I care?
if the snow is higher than
the stop signs, but
still visible for pedestrian to see
no loading or standing zone

What do I care?
that dark lonely night is approaching
and my poor heart melt every time I think of you
what do I care

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I could not, at any age, be content to take my place by the fireside and simply look on. Life was meant to be lived. Curiosity must be kept alive. One must never, for whatever reason, turn his back on life.
— Eleanor Roosevelt

What if everything
Were revealed: about my whereabouts
Especially last night:
Was I somnambulism?
It time to get myself together,
I was all over the place
I have to channel my energies into something useful
I have to stay soulful
I have to stay focus
I am not a night walker.
But a vampire.

Silence is a sound
Silence is a text message
With just a smiley
Knowingly he cares
Silence is an image of the meadow
Waiting for the natural sound of the wind

Silence is reaching the top of the mountain
you look around in slow motion and said I did it
God **** it I did it!
Silence is just golden,
Silence is a sound

What is poetry? Is it a uniform thing?
Or a kaleidoscope dream images
Of a one- man team
a dimension of systematic thinking
His metaphors, his musical mode or
his original mistakably literal meanings

If I came to you and say
I see the love in your baby blue eyes
It reminds me of that sunny day.
When the clouds was still and I fire up my libido
Did I really fire up my libido or was the love in your eyes really blue
Even as you said to me
“I am going to **** you tonight with my loving
Was that nonliteral
Or one of your nonsensical fuss
Poetry is your own lovely way of
Woven out your most inner thoughts

The End of Desire
It over it far from over
Satisfaction is not the end of desire
however,
Sunday night ***
Can leave you speechless
When he said
“sorry honey"
I have a headache
What a way to **** the moment
Men!

I love the way you said
“Yes darling, my honey
It makes me feel good inside
your touch
that look in your eyes
became an instant hallmark memory
From someone who really cares

How many times have I brought to the table
My Island flavors?
How many times have you read
my inner thoughts:
how many times will I share them again and again

It all began in 2004 from the moment I walked in
You wasn’t there and I didn’t really care
You ***** more than a female
you took on a huge responsibility
so you went out and brought the  singular noun, pronouns
adjectives,  plural verbs, preposition and the infinitives

For a New York minute you should have
brought Heather Taffet  the grave digger for security measures
My poesy is my poesy
The sun always seems to be a symbol of life.
and life is worth living.

Pillow talk
If only he knew how I felt. As his cold feet
Touching my warm legs
Those hideous moan:  of the Congo man syndrome
****** dissatisfaction
Yabadabadooed

My yesterday
Rebutting my yesterday
Where my pains subsides and my
My imperfections and failures are
as much a blessing from God
~
I did my share of crying,
took my disappointment with thrive.
When life wasn’t fair,
I borrow against my
Promissory note, knowingly I couldn’t repay
I have taken so many tests,
The result always came back the same
so close
yet fail to grasp it.
~
My heart has been trampled and beaten
Somehow, I embrace, I forgive
And came back stronger
Friends all tried to warn me but I held my head up high
Knowingly imperfections and failures are
Much as a blessing from God
My yesterday was only twenty-four hours ago
The clocks go forward,
I lose an hour In the fall - I gain ...
a piece of yesterday

It felt like a funeral,
Instead of a wedding
The ink on the divorce paper smudges
Way too soon:
However, once again,
Tall stem Roses decorated the hallway of the church
While the old church bell ring out of tune for the first time
In one hundred years
~~
Jasmine bloom during both day and night day
at the entrance to the tomb
However, today they didn’t bloom
They bow with shame
~
If you must whisper, whisper a prayer
Is this a funeral or a wedding?
Said one of the guests in velvety blue:
They both wore red those two
However, the devil always wears plaid
When hell was getting hotter: the ceremony
was just flat and boring from being to end
I had always in vision her as the beauty without the beast
Seeing the bride up close and personal
  made a blob fish look
Pleasantly appealing in a non-comely sort of way
Today for the second time:
May I present to you Mr. Mrs.
Dumb and Dummier

Whoever you are, or think you maybe
I am afraid for you:  you need to
Develop an interest in life: stop living in the Shadow
Of the dead Poets: There were here and now there are gone
We are here: think of the changing fall foliage, think of how

We smile as they match our mood and clothing
Autumn came and welcome us with the beautiful colors
Suddenly, winter came they fall to the ground
However, we capture their images in our mind,
As we Paint its likeness on canvas:  Now they’re gone:
The Poets is dead, yet you long for them to be resurrected

Are you ready for the sequel?
Are we ready for reading the room?
Are we ready for some modern concrete poetry?

I took the same old walk bare feet
so many times on the white sandy beach: but this last time
it was never the same.

I remember your hands in mine
when your eyes were fixated on me:
my heart felt lighter than my blue cotton dress
So, here I am again reminiscing.

The tide of time took our love to the ocean floor
While the pieces of my heart became the sea shell witch
the coconut branches bow as we kiss
the cool breeze hiss
Lost love at the bottom of the sea.

another day, another month,
feels  likes eternity
another dream,  another anxiety
another night, another dream to be ignore
I hope that you know you set my soul on fire,
With your absence, leave a lot to be desired,
Time is against us,
Loving you is all that matters
….

There was a time when I thought that love would last for ever
To believe in love and all it giving
To subject the mind with the warmth that it brings
I rather trust a poem or a prose
I compose.
I knew that I didn’t have a tower of strength to believe
After my first heart break:  
Once bitten twice shy
Or fool me once, fool me twice.

Unfolding one of Robert pulley sculpture takes guts and strength
As you view them without taking a sip of wine
or making that long sighing sound
It’s hard not to fall in love with his work
Words like I love you are strong words,
The little love that's in our hearts will vanishes

The love for Robert pulley sculpture will last forever.
Everything is subject to change at any time
However, the psychology behind his showmanship
Will be here forever…
unlike this thing called love

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He had left for work that morning: like any other morning
I was off from work that day: somehow that day felt different
The baby was in daycare,
Something kept nagging at my subconscious
But deep down it was there
Nagging away
I felt like crying, yet I wasn’t sad.
I collected my school books and I put them away in my backpack
Sometimes when we take a warm shower
Your vision will become clear only when you look into your heart.
I knew about the other woman: but didn’t want to believe
How many times could a person repeat the same lie over and over
he said that he was out late playing  a games of dominoes with the guys
I guess after that long shower that afternoon
my alters must have taken over: it was getting close to the hour
For me to leave for my evening classes
I did what had to be done. I called him and asked
What time he plan on picking up the baby from daycare
I put away my keys and I put my backpack out of sight
And made my way into the large closet and waited
For the suspect to come home
I became an intruder:  in my own home
I remember the clicking of keys as he opened the door
My heart was pounding fast:  however my mind was sharper than ever
His daily routine, he opened the icebox and took out a snack
before coming into the bedroom and turning on the television
he sat down on his favorite chair,
then he made the phone called
That call was the beginning of everything
Lawyers, Judges, family court
And most of all the ending of my happiness,
Words I that I wish I had never have heard from those
Lying lips
The silence in the closet: my pounding heart
I heard him said to her
“Hello honey how was your day”?
With that sweet tenderness in his voice
My heart drop to floor as I ease drop on the conversation
I remember coming out of that closet like a crazy woman
and knock the ******* out with the night light
There’s so many way to catch a cheater.
  I boldly caught one.
My foible kicks in:
because no sin like this is never ever forgiven

A Mother's Sorrow (Pieta)
The sweet reggae music slapped inside the head
Echoes throughout the night
A gang of youngsters argument escalated vowing to killed all polices
The marijuana smoke rises to sky in a timely manner to the
The new dance choreography movements which cause a stampede
As the Queen of the dance hall movements reign like fire
Suddenly, they blades came out of nowhere
Aiming at the homosexuals on the dance floor
Piercing their hand upwards the homos desperately defense themselves
Frantic cried in the night; this is not right.
A youngster grabs his side as he slowly fall to ground
The heartless crowd echoes the lyric
Man down man! **** down!
The party music continue louder than every
Intoxicated females held on to their dates
(Mother of Sorrows) mother of sorrows
Unlike the modern Pieta a mother cradles her only son.
His body slumped to the ground

Multiples Personalities

I’ll defeat you, I said
I have study your every moves
You clustered my inside, like the garbage bin
Gasping for air, I struggle
It snow. I wore a tee shirt
No boots though. I took the train
Trouble follows me
Outrageous! I screamed

Split personalities; Alters assembled
At court street, Nevins and Applebee
Each taking turns maneuvering in the cold breeze

I fought with all my might. I headed to the voodoo priest
Gibberish sounds he offered.
However, not for too long
With some great effort
Conquering we fought the beasts
Depression you lose; we won.

I once had a lover who was like the Sahara desert
So cold at night
and hot during the day.
Then one day I thought about
Jack Sprat and his wife

Those two had it rough in their relationship
However, my lover is gone with the wind
Having felt that cold in my face and the heat in body
Only brought on sorrow and disgrace

Time shares is only good
At the time of purchase..
However, nothing last forever….

Nostalgia is a painful thing sometimes
When the summer is over,
Let’s accepted the unacceptable
I cannot imagine an autumn without golden leaves
A summer without the hot blasting sun
or the midst of a budding romance,

Autumn without the leaves slowly falling
To the ground,
while the cold breeze nibble our brows
No warmth from the sun:

Mother Nature the grief we feel
your unalterable changes of your teaching
Once again you have won this round
Is that your voice I heard in the distance wind?
It has been a wonderful summer this year my friend
I will continue to meditate on your words,

In a time of temptation, with no fault of my own
My summer romance is over
Early to bed, and early to rise
Followed by a hot cup of fresh mint tea
Until we meet again…..
summer of 2015

The ways of man is forward and strange:

love me now

hate me tomorrow,

we need emotional

remodeling, inside and out

we must seek counsel together

because I need someone who understands me.

Poetry give a voice to a prison inmate
he show emotions
Poetry is evolution of man capabilities
to see beyond the clouds
Poetry is art with kaleidoscope images
With the eyes
    of an double-edge sword
That dug deeper into ones soul
Poetry is a purge for a dark soul
That clog ones’ artery
Poetry is fighting words against
An ill manner society
Poetry is an untimely wave
It never ceases to amaze us

Poetry is a stage plays: plays out
and became a big part in the court room drama
While the defense lawyers demonstrated
Their incompetence in many ways
If the gloves don't fit,
you must acquit.

Poetry is the flags we wave during
An uprising, as we protest again Apartheid
Poetry is the language that every poet
Want to translate into categories
Poetry is a threat to the man in higher power
As he sit upon his thrones

Poetry is the pacifier to a baby
As the lullabies and nursery rhyme soothe him to sleep
Poetry is the key to a romance
as the relationship loses its flavor
Poetry is an sale pitch
Its sell itself throughout history
Poetry is an eye opener it can break you
Or make you repeat tongue twisting words
Poetry is proverbs, Psalms and Eulogies
As it release ones souls into the unknown

Poetry is the key that bring us together
As we fall apart
Poetry is what held the slaves together
Through a time of injustice
Poetry is looking at the sun, the moon
And the stars, as we say silly words
“How lovely the moon looks tonight”
If only I could touch the stars, I  would place one
In your lovely hair as we gaze into each other eyes.

Poetry is the recall of a poet bad romance
That gone sour
Poetry is the seasons of poems as it rolls with
The elements of the weather
Poetry is the voice of a mute poet
Who perform in silence while the
audience read his mind


The Poem was inspired by Emilio Villa

Zorro black whip

She carries her beauty with her,
Like a gift from the angels beyond.
May peace and love pave her way?
Lovely as a lily floating on the pond...
She became the best con artist
That every exists
She whispered softly
I ‘m going to pin you to my bed
I’ll outline your body with my tongue
Let wait for that instant reaction
My honk of a man
She wasn’t the average frigid woman
Only the best black adulteress
with Zorro’s black whip
As she continues to show off her
Sexuality and power play
Close your eyes and feel the cold ice
as it numb your ******* hard
let my sultry voice calm your nerves
She said
Tiny droplets of water roll down his lovely spine
the shine on his  face beam from excitement
so once again he asked of him to
Relax!
and hold all explosives until the end
Allowing her siren sultry voice:
  to calm his nerves
Flipping over and reversing the roll
Snapped! Snapped
Pleasure and pain
  Was all in the ****** game
She carries her beauty with her,
Like a gift from the angels beyond.
May peace and love pave her way?
Lovely as a lily floating on the pond...
She became the best con artist
From out west
Only the best black adulteress
with a whip

AQUAR­­IUS
Trustworthy. ****. Rare to find. Loves being in longrelationships. Extremly energetic.
Amazing in bed, the BEST lovers.  Quote:
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

so who are you talking about here
a man or a woman
because none of this fit the description
of my any woman or man
I have never  known..

In the wee hours of the morning
If a man awakes the sleeping tigress within
He better be ready to calm its wicked, wicked ways

A woman isn’t complete without the
Amen, hallelujah, thank be to glory moments
As she reach the maximum of her
amazing, mind- and body-blowing experience.
I challenge you… Have I lost my self-respect?

When you think of the past
Do you feel the pain?
Or does it bring on shame.
Shame I felt most of my life
Within me lies a world of unspeakable pain

Past you held on to me
Future you are uncertain
Present must you denied my happiness
Past, present and future its overdraft
No time for new deposits.
Living is now.
Death is unavoidable.

Something about you
beautiful lady,
Something that you
change in me.
Something about your
hair just falling,
Something that won't
leave me be.


Something about you
beautiful lady,
Something in you
that speaks to me
Something about your
brooding nature
Something underneath
no one else can see

With sad eyes
green as an ocean,
won't you smile
sometimes for me
My eldest daughter..

**** your Captors, free your soul  

How can you say you love me?
Knowing that you hate the thing:
I love the most
And that is you honey!
the man of my dreams

Free yourself from mental slavery
**** your captors,
free your soul
Love yourself again for me
Suicidal thoughts is not the answer
Think like a man never be apologetic
that simply Internet etiquette

Only the failures choose suicide; choose life
A vague empty feeling subsume you
As you look into the eyes of evil;

When man becomes dear to me,
I have touched the goal of fortune
Is there such a man for me?

After you depart from this world
Is there such a man for me?
Why deprive me of such a man
why the suicidal thoughts

Eye Balling  
I felt your eyes ******* my poems
You took away the Island flavor

Enjoining adjectives, nouns and pronouns
Only blends like a raw smoothie,

However, without crush ice, it's bland
Let’s be blunt nothing beats originality in poetry
Poems demand originality not mind ****

My heart whispered yes
And you heard
My soul spoke
And in that moment of celestial bliss
Your soul said yes
My spirit found yours
Entwined by feelings unspoken
And silent echoes of hope
I felt you
I felt your heart beat
Your spirit, your passion
Your sunshine
A full moon and star studded sky
Intimacy.
To me you are;
A reservoir of expectation

An untold story of love

Talk to the hand!  
Right back at you talk to the hand
Please don't anybody ask me to decide anything. I do not know
The difference between a man and a woman these days
Or which came first, the cadaver or the casket

It takes a woman of substance
to make a decision
my look on life
Is so **** complicated

I am never to be trusted; don’t even glance at me twice
I am the kind of gal, who usually waits three months to
To build up the courage to have *** first and feel guilty afterwards
Nor can I decide whether to put the past tense on most endings
Or capitalize my i or my t
however, where my dark mind goes,
Whether it's in a slumber mode or a trance
Even into a coma
life is nothing but a chance
Not even I know.

Now tell me which is more disgusting
A ****** Psychiatrists telling me about my life
While his is so **** up, from where he is going
My life is like a smooth running train.

I rather be found living amongst the monks
At the monastery in Nepal or the one in Spain
with they rich historical heritage, arts and culture
it beats this daily life of living in the dark

Even if I return to Time Square with my tambourine
Wearing colorful bright orange and tangerine
My brown slippers;
while I beg for passerby hard earn money.
as they watch me with pondering eyes.
please bare in mind
we all had our share on life..

Vivid images  
In the still of the night,
I saw vivid images of the strong
man I once love,
his emerald eyes, his
unshaven face prickly as the weeds
on my lawn,
I sigh!

Who’s this broken man?
Dreams, hope, futuristic shattered
like smoke rising in the open pasture
his broken portrait lean
against the dresser mirror

Love, hate, betrayals
I detest!
Confusion of a delusional stalker

Tomorrow when I am awake,
What would I remember?
Being his stalker or his lover?

Dreams, hope, futuristic shattered
like a two way mirrors,
however, only one view showing the
Shady side of the real him;
I detest.
his caretakers declared him as
fragile and unbalanced frame of a man
who was sadly tossed into the ocean of black tears

An wasted love affair ends
My heart is broken once again
a rainbow appears
I lost a good friend.

A treacherous heart set its mark
the lion roar into the wee hours
of the morning
My caramel body responded to his every word
kissing my shoulder was a sigh of relief for those emerald eyes
Is Irish balsam a match for this Ebony beauty?
My beautiful lips,
he long to kiss
we unfolded like hesitant daffodils in springtime
I never heard his spoken words
I only saw his mysterious face
How could I be in love with the eyes of the Irishman?
And the tongue of the drunken sailor
I knew that if he knew how I felt about him
his poetic way of thinking would
a set off romantic setting into cyber space.
making a love connection
without the distraction from a harsh world.

A Irishman and his midnight lover,
the mind, body and soul havoc the hearts
into believing that love is worth fighting for
Distant, time, space or even race,
Couldn’t take tear us away from cyber space;
my ****** quest was answered.

"Nibble my ear, I wrote
and softly whisper my name
a soft touch could command the heart to accept love
however, the thought of his emerald eyes,
his manly hand holding and caressing
my long slender legs while his hands and lips
Transcends heat from his
hot balsam breath upon my neck
his tranquilizing cologne made me sigh with relief:

Locking eyes against each other image
a mystical force  rock the airwaves and into cyber space
Let me set you drunk with desire
Gentle hold my face and look deep into my eyes
True love never dies
Our tomorrows look promising
We were one with the soul

My midnight blue satin dress
Someone said that it’s wicked, wicked tease
However, I know better:
it controls my every mood
Staying ahead as my curves survey the scenery
  I swayed down the avenues

Who’s going be the lucky fellow?
To auction it off my back
Who’s the one that
  see 3-D images with only one eye?
but to see what lies beneath this midnight blue
is sating memories

I felt the earth move under my feet
Pleats and creases;
hisses and random kisses
Tonight I am your mistress
and most of all
the goddess in the mist

Airbrush my body with admiration.
but never again say you love me
What is love?

Dry Spell

No action in the living room
No action in the kitchen
No action in the bathroom
What are your expectations for the bedroom?
Keep your expectations realistic.
(Nothing going to happen

I remember being alone on the bus;
it was about two a.m.
I was so afraid to take a nap ,
thinking of whom or what I might encounter
on the dark street of Baltimore
I ran my fingers through your soft hair
while you slept soundly next to me.

I felt a huge knot in both calves under the narrow seat
As the double-decker moves effortless along the
highway in the wee hours of the morning;
I kept up my end of the bargain to the every end

Why did she choose to travel so far away?
Our family weekend trips always make  me want to wail
  no more! no more!
However,  showing up and attending those long lectures
I knew deep within that it would have pay off academically
so here you are today….
Doctor L Graduate of 2010

*** doesn’t mean just ***
Some folk often mistake this word
for a roll in the hay
~
What would happen if someone?
In a crowd yelled ***,
and the other person
shouts fire, fire!
Which one would get the most attention?
this might surprise you
~
Just watch as the crowd move back and forth
back and forth
Pressing against each other just to take a look
Now that’s a ****** stimulation
On the other hand shouting fire
create a dangerous situation
so what’s good for the goose is not good for the gander

A body like mine
static flexing abs like yours
performance matters

so easy to be  
turned on, slow to be turned off  
simmer the moment



A woman is so hard to please


When simmering love
crooked the burner to high
a women in bed

let's not  discuss it
now , timing is  everything
  after  the  big one

The truth about this ****** thing
it creates more headaches than
Satisfaction
our thirst is getting more and more difficult to quench

~~~
so you lay there feeling empty
while his head sunk deep into your pillow
he slept,
you pondered

your thoughts turn to
a time  when it was you
and the pink *******....

Last night wasn’t like any other night
I was like a tower of strength
I took hold of the rein
mastered a very difficult task

I sigh
as I watch you snore
I took a sip of red wine
felt satisfy while the lion sleep  
however,
the pleasure was all mine


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unlike the sound of falling rain
please don’t put me to sleep.
Dream delivers us to dream
you summoned me and I became
and instant *** ***

Followed me with your bedroom eyes
The boy is now a man
So what ***** men do?
they don't make love like a rooster
deflower me like a teenager

Dreams deliver us to dream
Follow my lead my young cougar
****** me or move over

from miles across the ocean I can feel your presence
your emerald eyes piercing hard... deep into my heart
your hands felt warmer than my duvet
my sad day is forgotten

I need you here my dark night,
along with that old familiar musk

Those sweet, sweet tears form in your eyes
which weaken me to the point of no return:

I watch as you blast your biceps:
while you whispered
“I love you, baby I need you,

here I am making peak upon peak
As you seduces me,
loving you is so easy
stimulation is good for my heart

I thought that you were the one
To make me love again
until I heard your doubtful voice
as you said to her
She is just a friend
Only my friend

Fire burn!

I suppose this tattoo on my leg is a reminder
That I was once a fool .
Your name

My dedication to you
Inscription
I love you
Was I insane?

I really do remember those happy sun filled days
When we played outside to sundown
Using lots of profanity language like drunken sailors

I never knew the meaning of most of those words
However as kids we spoke those curse words with ease
a few of them still remain in my memory banks
Amene ta mere pourque je te refasse"
and Salope

I think we might be the last generation who got to play
Outside that late,
I asked my daughter two days ago to take the dogs outside
For an early morning walk
the response I got from her
Felt like if I asked her to go and robbed a bank
She boldly said to me mom
this is a team work,

He scratches my back and I scratch his
Why do I have to walk the mutt?
Because I said so child!

He hates it when I talk ***** during ***
So how can I tell him that he uses the wrong code
*** is not like texting
You mess up no auto *******