~ ~ ~
Rsifafh setps
porepl the dsut
taht dfirts
bweeten the eras
Sintfig in
from pelaruse's csrut
taht hpaes
ingreod for yraes
~
Tohguh cwebobs mcok mtautriy
tehy ptcunuate the fraes
~
Wehn srorow sintgs ...
RTELIAY
~
Tehn wosidm
gwros from traes
~ ~ ~

My dream soars high through crystal skies
aloft in astral flight
Drifting free on shifting breeze
banking left ...
then banking right
~
A reclusive need for solitude
spread wings
within my head
rising up through phobic mist
topping all ...
'tis stress I dread
~
A rising sun smiles upon my face
triggers ...
coronary delight
above the clouds of Heaven's step
helping ...
rectify my plight
~
My leaden shroud
soon
lifted high
six angels share its weight
Top o' the morning
I heard them say
as they passed
through Heaven's gate
~
We'll have your shroud
all cleaned and pressed
We'll embroider
on its' nape
A Morning Dove shall carry it home
wear it well ...
it's Heaven's Cape
~
Descending home ...
can't help but notice
the world's a brighter place
A pristine air
pervades the sky
while
all tension
seems erased
~
Subconscious thought
soon nullified
Fresh air ...
inflates the hollow
I yawn and stretch as nature's song
sings through my open window
~
My dream serene starts fading fast
my thoughts
to reality ... focus
while reaching out to close the pane
a dove slips through
... unnoticed ...
~~~

~~~
Tis a gladness found in sadness
mostly pleasure
wince of pain
From an odor round the barroom
none the boys could e'er explain
Like a billowed line of washin'
after gentle fallen rain
Tis the wail of spring befallin'
on a barfly
oh ... the shame
~
Lo
there's homework
I'm the tender
to a list of things that broke
Ere the boss be sharing surely
words no poet ever spoke
Lazy good for nothing ******
paint the fence and fix the gate
You want a pint ... you must be kidding
Plow the forty ... 'fore it's late
~
Down the misty path of memories
thoughts of Kelsey's brew appears
In a vision almost godly
round a table rests my peers
And no memory tarries longer
forceful
clearer
sweeter
stronger
than ol' Kelsey pouring liquor at the bar
I sheds a tear
~
Summer sadness tans bare shoulders
to replace the winter's shun
And the kids each day
they greet me ... Morning Dad
YOUR IT ... then run
Lord
I never knew that Heaven
'twas the place beyond my wall
Till I heard my children laugh
while toasting mallows in the fall
~
Though breath of Heaven
washed the aftertaste
of Kelsey's from my life
And forever I'll be holding ... dear
new memories
with my wife
I am angered at the sign
that hangs atop ol' Kelsey's door
. . . NO BARFLIES . . .
. . . CASH RESPECTED . . .
~
Sure
His wife now runs the bar
~~~

Water lifting sand
awash
upon naked toes
Pant legs rolled above the knee
Searching
endless beach
and scanning cloud
for signs of muse

Craving an inspiration

Gull abound
invading thought
taunting the lack of light
But
devoted bards
never rest
till inspiration corners them

Timothy at hand
garners mind’s eye
Sweet grass replaces taste of chewing gum
Then
nature's pearls
enhance the morn
Sunlight heals a mood forlorn
Gentle breeze
on whiskered face
melds with seaside interlace

Seabird songs
lift line of sight

Thought drifts out to sea

Thursday’s skyline
circles back
then dips its quill in me
~~~

Do you follow me...

I've scattered thought
across countless stages of unveiled catwalk
Graced anthologies of rhyme
Watched you
watch me
indulge in second guess
Still ...
reflection
seldom circulates
obscured from Elementary

Fact is... words refrain
as thoughts pile higher
Each ode grows less incent
from straining to dip our quills
Leaning
way beyond comfort
to soak
in crisper thoughts

Our only regrets ...
a shortage of counterintelligence
~~~

The night seems much colder constrained in conceit
well ... perhaps just a little
perhaps

Conceivably
as one awakens within an echo
recollection
reverberberates throughout a constant disorder
well ... perchance just a little
perchance

Possibly
a cascading aural inevitability pervades constructive subconscious
and invades confidant tranquility
with some possibility of being the case

Perhaps
If one eliminates all the impossibilities
whatever remains
however improbable
could quite conceivably
lead
to the verbalization...

Who ****** Cares
~~~

Tears transform a tranquill room
expose
a sleepless night
tumble
over speechless sounds
to misty-eye your sight

My eyes could shut and call this dream
slip back
through slumber's door
Though curious whys deflate serene
deplete
arouse
deplore
~
I search within your eyes
a light
mear spark
disperse of haze
My touch careses salted cheek
my thoughts
within your maze
A sudden hug
you cling to me
my heart surrounds you tight
You turn away
but snuggle close
You smile
and say
Goodnight ...