in the soil of my soul
                 you penetrate deep
you, my root
                      from you I arise…
  
in embrace of your beams
            dawns my day with glint of dew          
whistle curls of my breaths
                       in mirthful surge to merge
in allure of your ether’s blue

as drains sun shades                                                           ­                    
                      into the ocean’s placid cool
on lonely shore perched
                              yearns my restive earth
for haunt of your warmth true

from clouds of your kisses countless
                blossoms tender you rain on me            
you, my love, my moon of bliss,
                        ever in the pool of my heart
gleam your magical beams

to a summer of metamorphosis you feasted my soul
                      and in copious embraces melted my icy roots
withered the nectar of warm tender kisses
                         the bitter grip of my white winter’s solitude


to call of seasons you uncaged my spirit
                                    joyful flights into spring skies I made
parched soil of mine regaled thick grey clouds
                monsoon rains I drank from the cup of my palms


on net of fragrance of flowers that laced my way
             sprouted verses from kernels of my dormant seeds
petals of rose, lilies, jasmine and chrysanthemum,
                the parchments where I etched lines of my poetry


stagnant waters had moved past cold mute stones
                      with luminous force of lightening in a dark sky
breaking boulders of obstacles gushed a stream
                                        with solutes of emotions and ecstasy

to enwrap consciousness
in a thought-filled cage..
Pressing consciousness
through the bars and
with temporary relief
from a seeming demand
to reckon with an observer
an inner presence entangled
with sights and sounds..
We are all struggling
to find Peace..Happiness..
Struggles are the
messages from These:
a simple request to re-direct
our gaze and ears
to that which precedes..
The consciousness of
our deep intuition...

by the verdict
those twelve came back in ten minutes
guilty on all counts they said
I fell down
all I did was act like a dog one day of my life
it was playful barking on all fours at her heels
chasing her naked with that leash around my neck
through the park
until she jumped in the lake
I thought she was playfully flailing
acting
like she couldn't swim
and as I couldn't swim with
this leash and ball in my mouth and the chain dragging
hell
I thought the pond was shallow
it was
the pond of jurors consisted
of her three nieces an uncle
two close friends
of hers
and a classmate in high school
I was ******
until they found her in Tijuanna three years later tricking
on Ice and burritos
they let me go that October without
any apology

avian music,
march past of herons follows,
sunset formalized!

from  the farming minds
in Clayhatchee
in all of Bamalama'y
came cheers
for Trumps
explanations this week
how each side was wrong equally
and one was not permitted or notarized even
worth hearing
if you listen to the guy on the tractor bearing down on
corn after row of corn this week
he stated
those rotten com'nists he stated
were just ripe fer pluckin'
he had silken hair a load of
chaw tobacky
spit every two seconds debonair
in south "bama" standards
a man of "airs"
a man of "means"
I can't compete
since that sign
I put up
Vote Hillary
was so abused by
tomatoes and dog **** spattered last year

Sometimes when I fall
Into a pit of despair.
When the dark clouds roll
You are always there.

I offer a finger
and get Your hand.
To lift me up
to solid land.

Sometimes. Sometimes
I have no idea where I'm headed.
Directions of hope
Or some place most dreaded.  

But always. Always
I feel Your hand holding me.
Lifting me up to a new day
Standing. Where I need to be.

I would be lost with
More than I could bear
But You Oh Father.
You are Always There.