From the first time that I saw her
I wanted just to hold her
Sway to the music
And
Savour the moment
I
Danced in her circles
Fell
Softly in her eyes
I wish that she would notice
How she burns me up inside
I can't sleep at night
She fills up my head
I toss and I turn
And I slowly get burned
Wanting her fire in my bed
Sparks and embers
Coals and flames
An inferno when I hear her name
Dance
Sway to the music
It'll never be the same
Watch the fire growing higher
And I hope it never rains
So close together
So far apart
If I kissed her once
What would that start
Start the fire
I've encased her smile
In a million gems
Followed her curves
Her turns and her bends
Danced with her
Then danced again
Stoke the fire
I wake up in the morning
After smouldering through the night
I hope that we can get together
And set the town alight
Sparks and embers
Coals and flames
An inferno when I hear her name
Dance
Sway to the music
It'll never be the same
Watch the fire growing higher
And I hope it never rains
I hope it never rains

We drove down the sunny coastline in our yellow Ferrari Spyder with the top down.
Her long blonde hair tried to get away from the scarf she tied to keep it tame. We laughed when it finally flew away.
She looked at me from under crazy tresses. I could tell that she loved me and I loved her just the same.
I slowed the engine til it purred rounding all the subtle curves searching for the perfect place to kiss. I found it where the oceans endless waves met the shore and that's the dream from Fridays sweet demise to Mondays misery forever Sunday coastline driving searching for the perfect place to kiss.
Roosty

I keep strange hours when I'm awake.
I live forever sleeping in my dreams.
I drink black coffee in between it all
'til I'm bouncing off the wall.....
I Spin one up
and smoke a bit of green.

Magic mess-less scrambled eggs
and chicken that won't go away
No matter if you change the name,
twenty four seven, three sixty five a year....
There's chickens in my ears!

Then I do the things that Roosters' do
shower shave and even poo
and depending on which morning
(there's three for me each day.)
I might have a beer or two
(rollin' up another doob')
Then find the freaks who comprehend
Poetry is meant to bend.
Obviously oblique!!

And does this serve my intellect,
it's not unique.
Every kind of artist
is some kind of freak.

I read my writes with great delight
and seek the kindness of your words each time.
Then I peruse the posted faces
I don't really surf
it's more of a cruise
goin' through the paces.

Meditating on the colour blue
and the higher math by the bunny path
where one plus one
is never only two.

I check my mail without fail
in hopes to find a backpack worthy soul.
Climb inside my little rhyme
by leaving bits of self behind
in letters that are crossing space and time.

And all the gems that I've collected
will make for me
a bigger piece of you.
It's true.
It's what I do.

My room is full of mental faces.
Some are givers
some are takers
and some are real
when they are fakers
but I never am alone!!

So leave a post or a note
and with love
I'll safely store you
in the hand made backpack....
that I  tote, with me.

Roosty

I laid her in the long grass of a toasted summer field
among the unpretentious wild blooms
I whispered words of Love to her that I so carefully had rhymed
My poetic hands dancing to the metre and the time
And I could feel her heart beat in my fingers through her blouse
And I could smell the body spray she wore
And I could taste her kisses as I let her know my wishes
with those deftly moving fingertips of mine.
I combed her hair back from her face her eyes were full of sky
Bluer than the flowers where we lay
I wove her dreams of castles and kings and all the little pretty things
a girl like her could possibly desire.
We spent the whole day in that moment where every wish comes true
and everything I said, I knew was real.
I petitioned her to be my Queen and everything that was between
as I lost myself inside her lovely eyes.
And for that day we lived forever, everywhere and when
And still I hear her softly saying from that spot where we were laying
Shut your eyes my king ....and kiss me once again

Roosty

Time is taking all its time
To pass itself away
Seconds minutes hours then
Are turning into days
And every day is just the same
All that changes is the name
Soon to make another year...
Another day gone by

You can not touch or taste or feel
A minute in your life
You can not hold it in your hands
Or bribe it for a slice
It's here and now and then it's gone
Was it ever there?
The Mad Hatter surely laughed
at the crazy ol' March Hare
With his pocket watch
sweeping by
The minutes of his life
In a rush to do enough
before he finally died....

Me?
Here I sit and sip my tea
Forever and anon
Savouring my moments spent
Before the moments gone

Roosty

Sweet kisses fall from heaven
Now all my paints are new
This world of unknown colour
Shades from my heart this art
its hue.

This is my rain drop life
falling fast with contained delight
A new refrain,, each drop of rain
kisses soft at end of flight

I am met with kisses wet
Ruptured rapture this heart was after
Her sunshine stains my pouring rain
Now rainbows tint my soul again
In Love

I woke up to a summer morning in the Calabogie peaks
Sharing conversation with myself
I stirred the wood stove and I stoked it's fire
while my coffee brewed
I finally know that I'm content
since I found my way to you

And the city lights have nothin'
that I want or need
nothin' that means anything to me
And my coffee seems so much better
than the cities ugly streets
and I have no doubt this cup of joe
is better company

Calabogie You'll never feel alone
among the ancient bent and weathered
backs of stone
and at the feet of every peak
and valley that you find
veins of liquid silver wind and weave
and the midnight stars are a permanent
audience to the moon
Your troubles will be lifted far away
You can listen to the evening loon
lament
the end of every day
and I guess I've known since I arrived
I'm going to have to stay

Calabogie, I've fallen hard for her
Deeper than I thought
for the broken peaks and endless trees
and the way the waters talk
And I'd like to say I'll be back again
but I don't think that I can leave
the comfort and seclusion
of the Calabogie peaks.

Roosty