Colours hug branches
Hungry birds patching bare trees
Wings of winter leaves

1
Dirtbag Republicans

Mud slings podiums
On national stage what disgrace
They all stoop so low


2
Scary Buffoons

Republican Song
Bigots and cowards d'baiting
Sing: 'send in the clowns'


3
Conservative Budget Logic

Food stamp program bad
Trillion dollar wars so good
No child left a dime


4
CON-servative Wackos

All crazy on stage
None flew over cuckoo's nest
Wait till one holds office

Sad clueless victims
Slaves in love with their masters
All dignity *******

Everyone with guns
Poor people on streets with babes
Ignorant masses

It is over now
I bow my head as you leave
Rain fills your footprints

( Villanelle )*

Where have all the days gone by?
What once was new, now is made;
Night is falling, close my eyes,

Now, the moments softly cry,
The light has clouds racing away,
Where have all the days gone by?

Fresh and verdant the gentle tighs,
Summers sweetness up in blaze,
Night is falling, close my eyes.

What once was truth now is lie,
After rains shear loss of May,
Where have all the days gone by?

I hear the hush, leaves that die,
I fear what the swan has to say,
Night is falling, close my eyes.

Awakened to such sad surprise,
Spring was such a fleeting haze,
Where have all the days gone by;
Night is calling, close my eyes.

Christian Heaven says
Plastic baby Jesus hates
Just like you bigots

Weird conservatives
Crave chaos from a bunker
Like rats underground

George W starting wars
Went AWOL in National Guard
Trust Fund ***** girl

Sad homeless rabble
Glory of ex-military
Vote republican

Conservatives reek
Take truth and bend it so weird
Even they believe

Such low blatherings
Wolf Spirit - lame as they come
Hand of Poetasters!

Black spray paint says all
Only good republicans
Dead republicans

Broke conservatives
Too stupid to ******* live
Still vote GOP.

In 'Second Coming'
Jesus wields shining ***
Strafes ******* morons!

Sorry witches weird
Ayn Rand was sociopath
Welcome to Hellfire

Republicans hate
Gun down humanitarians
Bleeding heart liberals

Each time bigots shine
Crass losers winning at cards
Donald Trump shows hand

By the sea, I saunter and think of her,
The tides slip into wild coves—
Like my own desires under moon.

I search the skies, emptiest horizons,
As the gawking gulls circle in windy
Tempests of confusions.

Shy stars appear as the sun is destroyed
And the sea sprays like a bursting fire—
Plastering rocky crags.

The long night that always, was coming,
Has theived its way from white hope,
A shroud for a sea journey.

A lone osprey shuttles a fish to its nest,
His heart— soaring on high—
While mine submerges at edge of sea.

Love broke in silence
Autumn leaves, snows hush falling
All the world shouting

Fingers have eyes—
To touch as a painter touches
After he has painted, I see you
As a blind man sees the sun
With skin that reaches
Into the lighted air,
My kisses sparkle out—
Take flights in the long flashes,
The startled flocks of white birds,
My fingers have sleepy eyes
Longing to know you, to be
On the clean, blue, mystic slates
Of the rapt and printed skies,
The stars with their eyes,
Blinking in and out in arousal,
How your voice envelopes
Me as I drown in murmur,
How your body unclothes
My soul, dreaming within
Dream.  Where, when,
Do you come from?
Take me  .  .  .

I wanted to know the sighs
Of mercy.  On the bed she lied,
Laid bare in the shocking light
That twitches, as she rolls
I hover and cage her in question,
With moist eyes, abandoned
By loves interrogations,
I stab at the untruths and confusions.
I wanted to hear the supplicant
Murmur of indolence and shame.
With windy caresses I break
Her arms, she ropes me red
In tangled hair and I struggle
To let go.  I wanted to taste
The twin defeats of victory
And indifference, when in the light
Of darkest night there are cries of yes
And no and false accusations,
There is consuming pain and excruciating
Pleasure and as we squirm
And seethe, she teases,
Goading me and then,
I loose it.

.
Our life flows lush tended gardens now,

Lake waters with sun conspire to shine,

Mountains breaking through the clouds,

Lone eagle erasing all that is lost of sky.

First meeting with her
Eyes dancing around bodies
Yearning only touch

1
Creation

Musical is life
Strange order out of chaos
Magic symphonies


2
Red Headed Sky

Dim stars of heaven
Such perfect imperfections
Freckles on her face


3
Existence

Fantasia of days
All night long what dreams have come
Misty morning sun


4
Passing

Blindly saw it come
With one touch she loved me whole
Lost the world entire


5
Empyreal

Winter never was
Late morn her hair in my eyes
Breeze through summer grass


6
Grey Love

Dried flowers in vase
Lovely garland she once gave
No colours left now


7
Sunny Acolyte

In corners of room
Her heart shined so innocent
Small plastic Buddhas

My window frames me in reflection,
I gaze out to the snowy mountains
Beyond myself, yet before such places
You have run to, it has been so long,
Now comes another new winter, I see
Snow drifts reaching, winds to the sky,
High atop the autumn white mountains
Paler than loneliness, white as my hair.

In corners of room
Her heart shined so innocent
Small plastic Buddhas

Moon caressing you,
As you bathe in the milk
Of the night whirl of stars
Dropping from heaven.

What sight in clear dark
That I, only mortal do see,
What wells up as in dream,
My tears from heaven.

Dried flowers in vase
Lovely garland she once gave
No colours left now

Winter never was
Late morn her hair in my eyes
Breeze through summer grass

The moon, beams over the planted fields,
Growing blades shimmer, slicing the night
As fiery comets first seeded the earth,
Beads light, to life-giving grains of rice.

Maple over water,
Hunched by wind and rain,
Lithe branches reaching,
Into the complacent garden pool,
You are like a catcher of wisdom,
A sculpture of spirit, so many hands
To reach with you, as you leave,
So many thoughts that sway
As a troubled mind is reaching
With the wind and the rain,
Maple over water.

Blindly saw it come
With one touch she loved me whole
Lost the world entire

Fantasia of days
All night long what dreams have come
Misty morning sun

Above woodland birds
Feathered cloud on mountain top
Eagle lands on spruce

Falcon rise— yellow racing eyes,
Blue wraith that rakes the skies,
Never has one fared such beauty,
Airs naught wholly bright as thee.

Is there a kneel for end of days—
Songs, deeds for those who prey?
Is there light breaking pied wings,
Or is heaven overlord to all things?

Sun spots feathering coated crest,
Talons top spires mountain breast,
When rivers of the wind fail all fowl,
What grace and splendour in a cowl?

Is there a psalm in the wailing winds,
A hymn that carries all innocent sins,
Or a fable, blue as stupendous skies,
A truest place where redemption lies?

The sea slides with lost ocean birds
And blue wings coast, row unheard,
Edging the skies with razors' tinge,
Seeding the immortal spark begins.

Falcon rise— yellow racing eyes,
Blue wraith that rakes the skies,
Never has one fared such beauty,
Naught airs wholly bright as thee.


                           *— after William Blake

( Sonnet )*

Poppies, wild in a quarry,
Orange, brighter than sun,
Thrusting thoroughly gravel,
Bold as soul crossing sticks
Into ****** pagan heydays,
A crop of colours branding
The loose stipend of stones,
One windy trail-flare shock,
A bulwark of stars, so laden
On landed, maiden shores,
The first batillion breaking,
By mighty petal, prim hands
Fiercly alive atop the lifeless,
Gravely low, defeated soot.

Spot of wildflowers
Little pieces of heaven
End of the rainbow