Barefoot and dirt-clod
I tip-toe across the yard
Avoiding mounds of stickers
Sharp rocks and weeds

The sky is full
Satin filled milk fluff
And moonshine
Full on me

Our tangerine trees
Rustle with low lying
Bull frogs
Rib bit, rib bit

A symphony of crickets sings
High pitched Beetle mania
I hear a distant “moo” from the cows
A latent “who” from the owls in the barn

The statuesque wind chime
Is playing a cacophony of wind song
This life here engulfs me in its pure and rare beauty
I am one with the country, home again

A father adoring eyes
Expressions of love
Kindness and compassion
A father mentoring
patience and understanding
strength and courage
A father who is fun
laughs and runs
plays with his son
A father who listens
meek and mild
open-minded and moral
Be proud father
Your son is a scholar
And an agile athlete
Be proud father
Your son is a vision of you
who will carry your traits
Be proud father
Your son shows your heart
soul and spirit
Be proud father
Your son an incredible young man
the world is in his hands
Be proud father
Your son has a dream
he is a miracle of you

It is dull and barren
A Melancholy, listless day

Nature had sent the sinless spring
Into momentary silence, as if to shame

There are millions of nature’s mysteries
That I do not understand nor lay claim

The harsh now billowing west wind’s eyes
Engulf white-tipped frothy waves  

The midnight storm showers and lightning did mate
The fresh rain melts lavender petals in my wake

I was entranced by its walls of gloom, dark and dim
Manhood beats gallantly finally ridden of their sin

Childhood eternal biding silently
The lovely lulling sea almost swept me away

If not for the hypnotizing dance of the sea
It slapped a salty soul mist across my cheeks

My kindred spring soulfully awoke from slumber
To dancing clouds of joy that sliced the thunder

The sweet art of marmalade skies
Smiled back at me with June eyes

A rose represents beauty
Much like a woman
They are unique
Not one
Is an exact replica
A rose in its glory
Is beaming under
A buttermilk sky
Freshly radiant
With raindrops
Of sky-water
Like a woman
A rose slowly
And methodical
Unravels its core
Will Let go
And mesmerize you
Their embrace
Of unending
Lingering passion
Embrace
Their mate
A Sea of fertility
Renewing a promise
To return to
For up to
Eighty years
Or death
Of old age
Their skin soft
As velvet satin
As fragile
As porcelain
They unfold
Their Blossom
They come in many
Hues and colors
Blood-silk red
Glistening Ivory
Fresh goldenrod
Baby blue
A rose and a woman
Cannot endear
Without tender affection
And nourishment
If their mates
Take care
They will
Awaken their spirits
And become
As bright
As moonbeams
In a sea of starlight
Their intoxicating Aroma
Pheromones entice
Both rose and woman
Will unfold their souls
Year after year
For your delight

Battle of the Roses
The seashore rages
A lonely night
Angry regrets
Memories flooding

Drinking after work
Tired, impatient
Hollering
Peace, quiet

Cursing cruelly
Screaming obscenities
Children hiding
Shaking, violently

Anger explodes
Shattering dishes
Chasing after her
I want to break her neck

Out of control
Pushing, shoving
Angry, spit spat
Slap
****

Scream
Slap
Crack
Scream

Silent tears
Unforgiving
Angry rant
Courage on fire

Broken nose
Fight back
Hushed children
Fitful sleep
  
Apologies, excuses
Beg, plead
Threats of divorce
Regrets flood

A Dozen red roses
Battle of the roses
Breaking my heart
Gone forever

Long after we met
Still standing in forever
Our kindred spirits released
Beyond our wildest desires

To find love alone together
For I found you there
In nights glow lights
Full of moon beams

Shed of inhibitions
With no one to see
I kissed you secretly
Under the naked tree

Webbed in shadows
Embraced yet still free
For I found you there
In the warmth of the eve

Without a summer breeze
To be dancing in the droplets
Of Nectar sweet as a honey bee
Subtle light and free

To fly with you in dreams
Relished natures fantasy
Will blush my heart
When our lips touch

For I found you there

My Darling
Your fingertips
Slightest touch
My skin rippling
Goose bumps
Like prickly pears
Sizzling fire
Desperate ache
Primitive desire

My Neck
Bountiful harvest
Taste of Sweet
Nectar
Lays in wait
Begging you
Blowing breath
Your tongue
Tingling heat

My Body
An Hourglass
Voluptuous curves
Gentle *****
Soft as silk
Electrifying splendor
Blood pulsating
Taught and tight
Hypnotizing ecstasy

Your Body
Pleading me
Perfect design
My delight
Madness penetrates
Primitive union
Fevered passion
Quaking pleasure
Warm glow surrounds

If you sit beside me
Perhaps you will see

Life is but a dream
Life is full of wonder

And beautiful
Mysterious things

My life is splendid
And lovely to my dismay

It is not without blemish
It is not perfect or in a regretful way

My life is full of golden peaks
Made of heart and soul

An abundance of love
Unselfish and whole souled

In the prime of my life
A humble man set my soul afire

He is my saving grace
My knight-and-shining armor

All these days
You have loved me tenderly

You help fill a childhood void
You love me unconditionally

You love me whole-heartedly
You love me unselfishly

You are compassionate
Sympathetic and kind

You are affectionate
And never to tire of me

I will love you
Eternally

No longer affectionate, attentive, thoughtful eyes;
instead, an expressionless, invisible, blank stare.

No longer strolling hand-in-hand, carelessly;
instead, walking moonbeams apart, drifting like clouds.

No longer drowning in passionate, lingering kisses;
instead, an obligatory, awkward, fleeting peck.

No longer two hearts bow-tied with strings;
instead, reclusive, lonely hearts, in a noose.

No longer dreaming of a lifetime together;
instead, an uncertain, somber, painful future.

No longer a confident, loving wife;
instead, a heartsick, lonely, aging woman,

Desperately afraid of losing you.

It’s been quite
Some time
Since someone
Noticed
Do you see me?

I am Here
My beautiful
Warm
Genuine smile
Smiling at
The world

Beside me
Don’t you
See my
Chiseled calves
And voluptuous
Thighs
A mile high

I may be over
Forty
But my *****
Swings
And Skips
To a
Funky beat
With a tip-toe
Skip, Hop & dance
That only I know

My eyes
Liquid blue
Stare
At magic
In the
Air

My skin
Fair
Freckled
With
An Irish
Pigment
From my
Grandmother’s
Lair

My limbs
Covered from
Head to toe
With Wisps
Of Blond hair
From my
Mother’s
Hair

Like my
Italian
And French
Forefather’s
My heart
Pumps
By Wine

My Blood
And
Endless
Passion for
Tradition

My fingertips
Reminiscent of
God’s great earth
The Goddess
Nature
Aglow

Laced with
Permanent
Calluses
From my
Writing pen
A kaleidoscope
Into my
Soul within

My voice
An accent
Slung with
Kindness
Compassion
And love

So if you
See me
Dancing
Down the
Street
On just
An ordinary
Day

Stop to
Smell the
Roses
May the
Aroma
Sweet
And lulling
Pass your
Way

Making
Your day
Do a little
Hop, skip & jump
And feel
Freedom
In your
Steps

Make sure
To Smile
My way
Don’t forget
For I am
Here
Watching
Dancing
Waiting
For someone
To see me

Is it a dream or distant memory?

An Italian Concerto begins

The alto singer bellows

A passionate tale

Proud and stout

He commands attention

                                                      ­      A classic narcissistic symphony


Balancing a tight-rope

A thunderous crescendo begins

Drums rattle and roll

Strumming your violin

You tip, waddle and fall

Boom, Bang, Ting, Tang

                                                          A­ symphony of broken things


Your white walls marred

Sheet-Rock littered floors

By years of crimson scarlet

You know this scene by heart

This is your life

A dramatic melody

                                                         ­   A symphony of broken things


You muster your courage

Hit your knees and pray

Picking up the pieces

Hoping his tune will change

You begin an ensemble

Piecing remnants together again

                                                          ­      A symphony of broken things

“Be Alive In Everything”
I had heard it before and for a moment in time
I had awaken and was alive
But when fear, adversity, uncertainty and sin left me stranded
I raised my protective shield and ran with the wind
My soul stirred, whispered, cried for release
I wanted tranquility, happiness and contentment

I hit my knees unashamed
Prayed for strength, guidance and humility
No longer to let life pass me by
I took a leap of faith
Acceptance and forgiveness paved my path
Unwavering love and perseverance carried me
God’s Beautiful Artistry

With blind and deaf awareness
Be Alive in Everything
Revel in life
Find the detail
Be precise
Touch Everything
Explore

Be Inquisitive
Touch it
Taste it
Smell it
Feel it
Record it with Clarity

Be Alive in Everything
Now Go Paint the Rain