Nothing is more beautiful than sipping tea or coffee
While admiring lovely roses as they sprung into view
this beautiful June Morn

Or Even
hanging out on the boardwalk looking out to sea
Thinking of grandmother crockpot beer and beef stew

However, how can it be more memorable?
As old tires buried half way into the front lawn
Suddenly, you find yourself thinking about Dawn
Your classmates ...Cassidy and Tate
who recently passed on

Then you notice stifling weeds babies between the lilies
You bounces back when reality jogs your memory

The stifling **** suffocate the lilies
It’s a life lesson to learn from nature flowers
Unhappy raucous behavior every passing hour
through life little things

Whoever you are, or wherever you may be,
my only wish is happiness
For you,
On this special day of the year,
It’s not only about the presents under the green pine tree,
or the artificial holidays decoration that
led up like the lights on Broadway
It’s about giving a friendly salutation to all
your friends, family and neighbors.

It's about the prince of peace,
and our joy and salvation
So once again my friends
Peace, love and happiness

To all believers on this blessed day
May the joy of happiness
Be with you always.
Merry Christmas from my house to yours

When your heart refuses to accepted love
You must clear your heart and let it go.
Or should you take it really, really slow
Look up above, look up above
for inspiration

A wild card or a life time gamble
a rush of adrenaline might  boost you
Or perhaps a sudden stumbles and fumbles
might defies your actions
Day or our lives, clearly in view

Heart of darkness shield like overcast
Upon a wounded heart
Oh! What a mighty task
Awaken by the light of dawn at last
in the shape of sterling silver mask
~~~
When dreams become reality:
It’s no longer a dream.
Heartbreak knows no gender

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 *******

Everything is poetry
even the shame and guilt of adultery
With a twist said Audrey
the weeping widow
she whispered these words
as they lay her husband
six feet under,
once a cheater, always a cheater
still knee-deep in bromantics bliss,
how twisted

He left her for another, who wasn’t the same
His preference got him a spot
behind the scenes old north church
where the white chalky blocks chip away
as the loud  town clocks
tick tocks, every passing hour;

She had a poetic moment, as they
bows their heads in prayer
the ant will welcome you, sonny boy
Toy
the earth welcome your  body
from now to eternity
dust to dust ash to ash
"Dust thou art, and unto dust thou shalt

She glances around and saw his lover standing there
she smile and whisper
Dust thou art, and unto dust thou shalt return
All burdens have been lifted.

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.

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

List of things to do before

I fall in love again
I allow my mind to take me
Into the
A wild opened fields
where the grass is turning brown in spots
^
There’s one
Wild flower
And
Dozens of
Scattered pebbles,
Under my feet
^
Taunted memories,
Bare trees with bend trunks
A cool breeze washes my face
No more umbrella tree
To relief me from
Ray of the sun
I squint from the sun in my eyes
^
To
Think of the ghost in my past
Or to deal with the
Ray of the sun
^
Lists of things to do before
I fall I love again
Buried the pain
Low the drawbridge
or
Keep the enemy out
^
I want to be happier
Than I‘ve ever been
To
Fall in love again
^
I buried
Painful memories
Under the bare umbrella trees

Have you ever watch someone peeling a banana?
As they carefully remove the peel
Watch how the fruit emerge to the opening
That’s the same perception of the Gays and Lesbians on the street

Outside most doors is a heavy stone
Making it impossible to get out
So most of us take the easy way out
We climb down the ladders and onto the pavement
And said oh well,” I have solve that problem for today”
So what about tomorrow, and the day after
Do you have to go through that again?

Being nice to people is expected of us,
For us to survive in a world of delusion and confusion

Poetry to me have been my way of expressing my thoughts
However, I know of other ways to express them too
But why argue!

When I looked in the mirror I see a brave woman
I walked the street amongst the people
I see, a generation of confuse individuals,
who had to climb down those ladders
I saw children holding the hand of they guardians,
as the little Tots gazes
Into the eyes of the bystanders,
while the whispers became louder
“What is going to happen to those?
“Poor innocent child
I seldom smile, at the comments  because
Pink is also a beautiful color.

What do most women wants?

To make love the way they talked
By forgetting all the essential rules of grammar
as they knock over the nightstands
women wants to unfurled their underwire bras and let them breathe
..
Women wants to:
mastering the art of the catwalk
in their favorite pair high heel
Ignoring the jeers and the boos
..
What do most women wants
The opposite of what men wants
Free ***, drugs and money

Whose mouth do I speak with
When my anxious thoughts multiply within me
from my heart or from somewhere deep within
Should I bridle my tongue?
Or should I allow it to ride the wind
Until it lessen with time

It’s  tempting: to give away my thoughts
I hate the sound of other poet’s pens
Should I freeze their ink cartridge
and spare the world the pain
from their internal and external mishaps
Should I close my eyes, and say
All's well with the world
The things we must do: not to offend

However, we have to endure many things
to conquer and to win bits at a time
“Comrade-in-arms to my old friends”
all isn’t well within our world.
Because I am a sonnet
In search of a poet
I am imaginative, forceful, and compelling
And sometimes disciplined
But today, who mouth must I speak with?
Anonymous
Your consolations delight my soul.

Every one of one my birthday
Arrived with a special meaning
My pleasure on this day is to
Feel the pain without the gathering team

Some of us like to celebrate with
Friends and family,
I just love being alone,
With my past memories,
Another year at the bed and breakfast club
a sweet salutation of good morning

Follow up by a fresh glass of orange juice
Another birthday another day
Of being alive,
another day to cherish
Another day to fake a smile,
Another appreciated day.
Thank you God
for keeping me alive

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

Saying goodbye
to the passing of the year:
It was one hell of a vintage
So let's raise our glasses and drink ourselves away
into the new unknown
with an old traditional cheer,
~~~~
Once again I have finished another year with uncertainty
Of ever learning to love again
I supposed dodging the reality of life
Means no second chances
~~~~~~
So let’s ring in the New Year with
Our heads held high
While we raise our glasses and drink ourselves away
Into a the new unknown

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

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?

I am the unknown poet
Trying to survive amongst the poet of poets
I am always woven word and thoughts
with whatever is on my mind

I go down by the river,
the rocks and
Crawly creatures speak to me in a poetic way
The moon and the stars
Crusade against my poetic ways of
Saying goodnight to them

I visited the highest mountain in my mind
I felt those waves of ****** ecstasy
So I said what it is,
Is what it is?
I am an unknown poet who seek adventure
The one who see the world in colors,
even when the clouds
Are gray and rain never seem to seize
Because
the very basic core of a man's living spirit is his passion for adventure
I have a fear of deep water,
So, I never allowed my mind to
Take me under the deep blue sea
Where a school of tilapia nibbling at my feet
where the dolphins out bid its leaders for a piece of me

I am the unknown poet
trying to survive amongst the poet of all times
I am always woven word and thoughts
With whatever is on my mind
And it’s mostly for inner peace

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