I'd like to find the poetry hill
that's hiding from my sight
observe as poet prodigies  
pour out from heart's delight...

I tend to hear the rhythm
from the ground beneath my feet
the thing which drives my words along
is marching to a beat.

I'd much prefer the heavenly home
the nest or hive or hill
where poets mine the best of what
remains unwritten still...

some buzz around fresh blossoms
gently pollinating poems
while others come from darkness deep
with couplets forming tomes

I wait in joyful silence
as they read their precious lines
which draws the listener into
that which opens up our minds.

And as I lean down closely, seeing  
poems have formed a hill
I'm  bitten by a poetry bug
whose rhymes affect me still.

Kiss your eyes gently...
They see nothing else
only the best in me

Kiss your ears seductively...
Patiently they listen
to my heart rants

Kiss your lips passionately..
They take my breath away
leaving me craving for more

Kiss your shoulders softly..
They are always there
for me to lean on to pour out my sorrows

Kiss your chest lovingly...
Beneath it, your heart beats for me
every second, every day

Kiss your hands tenderly...
They wipe my tears
when life gets bitter

Kiss every part of you..
They bring me happiness
in so many ways

you don't
know me anymore
just as sure as I am someone
I'm a stranger
you don't know me
and the fact feels
almost certain
like a stone wall
iron curtain
pretty sure that
I don't know you anymore.

the last time
that I saw you
least it seemed I thought I knew you
thought that I could see right through you
and I thought that you could see right through me too  

but the truth is you can't see me
you replace me with your memories
golden moments overshadowed
by embarrassment and shame
and the fun we thought we had
crushed by an elephant whose name
we'd rather not be speaking of
call it madness, never love
it truly seems like you don't know me anymore.

you don't owe me anything
you don't owe me
morning sunshine
I remember
burning embers
not a good time
or a late night
but a bad a fight
you don't owe me morning coffee
or a homemade egg mcmuffin
you don't owe me...
owe me anything at all.

and since we're left with little
but a memory fading fast  
it's like a cold and distant
dark and dreary
rainy lonely evening
somewhat comfortable in knowing  
we don't owe each other anything
not a word, no not a thing I think,
at all.

you don't own me anymore
and maybe onetime
I was someone
just a person
who meant something
maybe one thing or another
just to fill your empty nothing
never less my little something
more than what you had had before
but now I'm just another someone
someone lurking at your door
you don't owe me anything
like you never did before
since you certainly don't know me
not so sure you ever did
you don't own and you don't owe me
anymore.

the end.

lights across the lake
fireflies on dark waters
summer night with you

An apple core fell to the earth
released by me for what its worth.
I had no thought nor care for it
for seeds don't look like trees from birth.

The flowering trees are brightly lit
as branches reach towards where i sit
to shade the seedling while it grows
the fruit from one discarded pit.

The orchard with it's many rows
of crimson leaves, each sunset knows
the crispness of this autumn air
will ripen what the sower sows.

And all too soon the branch is bare.
I cannot reach for apples there
but eat my applesauce with care
while rocking in my Malus*  chair.

i'm cryin' a.a. for my b.b.
and so is c.c. d. and  e.
i'm cryin' a.a. for my b.b.
and so is c.c. d. and e.
if we can't f. g. h. i. j. k.
then we can't  l. m., n. o. p.

just an a. a. without b.b.
and that's the alpha-betty blues
i said an a.a. without b.b.
and that's alpha-bitty blues
short on words but long on rhythm
that's the bye bye b.b. blues.

I've got a Q R S T  baby
don't need no U V.... W
said I got a Q R S T  baby
just keep your U V...W
think you know your alfa better
check your XYZZ too.

Capitol AA, BB!
Capitol AA BB C!
Capitol DD E F!
Capitol DD E F G!
Capitol H I stinkin' J K!
Capitol LMNOP!!

I've got a Q R S T baby
don't need no U V W
said I've got a Q R S T  baby
don't need no U V...W
think you know your alfa better
check your XYZZ too.

Heaven help the citizen
the worthy to be denizen
of Love inspired by Tennyson
awaken from false hope!
and Heaven help her poetry
sincere insensibility
the height of all futility
to party like the Pope!

Heaven help the serious
who grasp that sweet delirious
the simple yet mysterious
is natures way of speaking
and Heaven help our attitude
to dwell in sleepy gratitude
her longitude and latitude?
a treasure for the seeking!

Heaven help her doggedness
the sluggish **** of fogginess
the rhyme afloat in bogginess
which pulls her reader down.
and Heaven help the man again
who treads the Old Shenanigan
to find a wretched mannequin
a fool in love could drown.

Heaven help us everyone
the world has lost it's sense of fun
depending on the wealthy one
to build amusement features
and Heaven help the child within
the haggard *** to see again
to breathe the life which God has won
and offers to all creatures!