It will not do a sin
to chat about
and languish in
having nothing, no clout

just ruffian disarray
flagrant derision
   falsely sternly facing dismay
what a boast and sad decision

going left and left alone
casting down a common strife
nothing found under that stone
so emptied of a stern life

but heaven’s sake and sure
a past is not common
   you most make, do make more
written in time a bright omen

moving fast, in fast form
  let it be known now to all
it is not heritage nor the norm
for getting *****, from such a far fall

admonish and reclaim
find fault in disdain
make yourself opaque and plain
go outside enjoy the rain
keep thinking and go insane

so take a break and get away
no one wants you here to stay
you're not good or even okay
once you were stone, now you're clay
but you'll be back strong another day

it's like you are cursed and cast aside
get smart, take a hint go and hide
all your friends think you've been snide
you double talked and even lied
got to face it now as your world's collide

but you did think you were right
why all the fuss and rancid spite
you told them all to see the light
now you gotta get out of sight?
you've been beaten by all their might

on the other hand
why even bother to take a stand
their heads were always in the sand
not even that exciting, in fact bland
while you were strong and in command

halleluah
  my my and then
some
what nonsense
  did you just say
hey cut that
  out it sounds
stupid
   and it suits
you to a tee
  yes
more of the same
  it's like
when you have
to listen
   to some
idiot

love is permanence
trust makes it immutable
and it perseveres

it thrives in conflict
many seductions arise
defend it each day

it's your solemn oath
when you are most powerful
joy will fill you up

I am the mighty magestic Tetons
the delicate of wisp of a dewy frond
the swirl of confusion and emotional rot
  fourteen ***** pans and pots

moments of passion left in despair
the coolness of fall in the night time air
lost keys and found money
sticky fingers when pouring honey

drawers filled with odd here and there
an hour of pleasure, a moment of fear
a clean, smooth cast of a singing reel
a fist bump after a hard-fought deal

lines and memories of an aging face
  a restful release in favorite place
membership benefits in a local club
  the earnest rebuke to a careless snub

hats thrown high in jubilation
relentless tedium of life's stagnation
curiosity when facing an obvious fact
the surprise erupting from a plot's third act

relativity found as expressed by Einstien
  the makings of men so elegant and fine
sureness that comes from passionate study
the way life can be so slippery and muddy

shouts from the courtyard above it all
the steadiness of desire or suddenness of a fall
nations in strife or surging with glory
the long journey to the end of a story

measures taken in an earnest goal
  how ignorance and deceit takes its toll
children's laughter that tinkles and shines
agreements broken and meetings of minds

you can...

   castigate, intimidate, illuminate, go on a date, truncate, *******, eliminate, obfuscate, relate, stimulate, instigate, flagilate, tailgate, meditate, ruminate, emulate, forestate, accumulate, fumigate, immasculate, escalate, puncuate... come home late
  
  or just

sit still, take a pill, look out the window sill, speak in a shrill,
fall tired and ill, pay another pesky bill, fret about another ****,
say again you've had your fill,
   or get out your pen now and write  your will!

a full closed hand thumbed and gripped
mankind's power uniquely equipped
casting buildings into the clouds
monumental gestures covered in shrouds

force wars to quell interim lust
make impervious machines unable to rust
forge landscapes that snarl the mind
heal the masses, undone... left behind

irrigate parched places, seed an endless reserve
patch brains, restore heartbeats and spark a nerve
watch plainly with those modern eyes
miracles and wonderment bereft of surprise

hook up make links, connect and make small
all what has come, once so mighty and tall
the click and clack and smooth vibrato
sinewy synergies and pounding staccato

do it, done it, here and there, then and now
what stuff, what things... take a bow
cross your legs, unfurl your hearts, embrace the stars
for soon, it will all be coming to you from Mars

a full closed hand thumbed and gripped
mankind's power uniquely equipped
casting buildings into the clouds
monumental gestures covered in shrouds

force wars to quell interim lust
make impervious machines unable to rust
forge landscapes that snarl the mind
heal the masses, undone... left behind

irrigate parched places, seed an endless reserve
patch brains, restore heartbeats, and spark a nerve
watch plainly with those modern eyes
miracles and wonderment bereft of surprise

hook up make links, connect and make small
all that has come, once so mighty and tall
the click and clack and smooth vibrato
sinewy synergies and pounding staccato

do it, done it, here and there, then and now
what stuff, what things... take a bow
cross your legs, unfurl your hearts, embrace the stars
for soon, it will all be coming to you from Mars

clever is the fortuitous man to surmise
the ever-changing meaning and machinations
of life's tinsel and flagrant floppiness
flipping and bending about immeasurably
to whims and claims and vignettes of
times past and future just guessing
and murmuring assumptions and platitudes
irascible mendacities or sagacity ever plain
in your mind's eye to blink or close
perceive or persuade the idle viewer or
dedicated neophyte all matter is but
conjecture for sure it illuminates both the heavens
and darkens the pits of hell

clever is the fortuitous man to surmise

the ever-changing meaning and machinations

of life's tinsel and flagrant floppiness

flipping and bending about immeasurably

to whims and claims and vignettes of

times past and future just guessing

and murmuring assumptions and platitudes

irascible mendacities or sagacity ever plain

in your mind's eye to blink or close

perceive or persuade the idle viewer or

dedicated neophyte all matter is but

conjecture for sure it illuminates the heavens

and darkens the pits of hell

yesterday is the workshop of your tomorrow
   craft well, be careful... avoid pitfalls and sorrow
if you can... and you believe it's writ and all done
   or think, you can change, rearrange how it's begun

step around distractions and divets that come your way
   with practice and living, you'll not go astray
but, as you put more past in your backpack
   weighed down, closer to earth you'll fashion a deeper track

steady ahead your journey will pass filled with life
    it's coming your way with joys and strife
be bold in your words, manner, and thought
    take heed to contrasts... and embrace support

it comes inexplicitly when your eyes will not hear your heart
    fiercely defend your place... do not fall apart
as your dreams and days sync to your, presence and time
   seize the smart sense of it all... stay unafraid and sublime

i left behind an unsigned letter
knowing the reader will know who it was from
i packed a bag with useless memories
and stuffed it away with a carefree hum

strolled down a path that tripped up my pace
secretly knowing and avoiding
an upcoming disgrace

i parted ways with a mindful friend
easily and firmly
assured it was a final and fitting end

my mind fell numb at her tender touch
not knowing why or where it came from
but found out i needed her so very much

the screen flickered on
and up came my new emails
good news for a change

when I was young I wondered
how the world came to be
now, much older
I don't think I want to know

I cherished friends
and their ways
to find at times
how far away they had gone

I thought there was
an absolute right
until I witnessed
some serious wrongs

I achieved
mightily goals... particular to me
but soon realized how minuscule
in fact we are

I threw down
real passionate ideas
and picked up
so many flaws

remained optimistic
at the challenges up front
and spent many
lifetimes looking back

as a bough is mighty
  languished aloft
just prancing about
  so gullible and flighty

hers’, here taken in jest
prized and tendered
softly surmised
head facing north, breast west

sultry but forlorn
enigmatic sternly, stanch
arise mightly nymph
          heaven’s first born

allured and made red
  foaming in strife
murmuring, giggly tick tock
humming bird like, toe to head

I’ve given all but prize
hence forth rattled
pursued with delight
left flatly, left back in a sullen surmise

I think back I’ll go
for tenderness lingers
safely treading once more to alight
  minute by minute I remember and know

din din din dinnnnnnn

yummy yummy yummy
  more yummy in your tummy tummy
gurgle gurgle gurgle

gargle gargle gargle
    pittle pittle pittle... spittle spittle spittle
flap flap flap flap
  watch out for the
   gap gap gap

got to bed bed bed
dont bump your head head head
you're tired so snoooooze snooooze snooze

   wake up in the morning,....
yawning yawning yawning!!!!

today its Gauguin
fiery fauvist palette
where snow used to reign

pink purple fuchsia
and bits of white and mauve puffs
bathed in azure skies

soon bursting sunbeams
complete the symphonic scene
with feathered singing

sipping my coffee
quietly I watch the show
hum Pavoratti

******* in a net
baby raccoon snarled loud
police undid her


snap I heard it clear
mouse met its end quick and sure
sad but wife is happy


deer me he's resting
in our wooded green back yard
a nice site at 6 am


two munching rabbits
I opened the door
lightning-fast they are gone too


a flock of turkeys
wanders our front yard often
not just on thanksgiving day

I twisted my thumb
  pain in the ***
gripping is very
         important
   even for your left hand
then you can
leap to conclusions
        about fixing and
setting things
   right
yes with that other hand
the one
    you use to brush
your teeth
   and hair
point the way
    and feed your face
sometimes  
   hold up your head
when you
  are thinking
    deep and the
more I think
           about it
I think we should
   shake on it
and call it
   a night
cause I think
   I want to
  soak my
    thumb
I said soak
   not ****!

life is a gambling, challenging place
it all gets done at your very own pace
you can glide and go quietly smooth
but there are pitfalls and much to loose
stick it, turn it , make a jumble and mess
what may come out is much more... not less
talk tough,  move easy with style and grace
people will know and respect your place

with passion and purpose things get in disarray
adversaries ready to proclaim touché
battles so fervent, plentiful and terse
around the next corner what's is coming worse
like the crystal skies that usher past a storm
all is made calm and will return to norm
stay focused on how to get it all done
because you'll always be doing it while on the run

there are in this place so many words
of wonder, regret, unbounded faith and hope
resilience and surrender... so much piety
and lust.... forgiveness and grace

they all fall perilously to their fields of purity
and offer the readers eye a ballet of sumptuous
journeying to all places remembered not
yet known... some simply discarded

ever sure we may get tripped up we
scale these walls these monuments of
other worlds and ways of navigation
in plain anticipation of revelation

or confirmation... how did I do that
would I do that, can I say that
how rich and clever or demonically
unnerving or so delicate a palette of

consonants and vowels stringing
along our hearts our minds
our landscapes our escapes
our bodies... our homes our desires

park your dreams steady your
innards zip your pants
tidy your workplace... make ready
your smiles and screams are waiting...

there is but one
precise precision

coming when not known
or in glancing
past mirrors

eternal cry
smacked into the middle of it all
all
  ready
steamy
    unknown

soothed by
a warmed wrapped universe

stand you there now
you  
   a man of men
a progenitor of your time to be a sympathetic highly
regarded dully appointed

soon more gesturing
world commanding demanding
expanding
  
steady to the heed and call
of realms and vibrations of
  expectations
and grounding on anchored sea bottoms

tethered to the darkest of
nights causeways
   in finger tipped grasps
and tip-toed acquaintances

all shine to cheers afloat on the seas joyously
released then found, then gone

arrived here now
   dad I’m home

I've got an exclamation to add elation...'
   a comma, to add some more...
a period to finish it up and gently close the door
  a dash to keep it moving... a question mark to get you thinking...
and ellipses for additional linking
a parenthesis to keep it all intact... and arrow to bring you back...
   an ampersand holds it from coming apart...
and a cap... gets you going for a really great start!


  

.

below the measure comes up short... kind of a sport
     of melancholy retort

aloof and breathlessly cold, defiant and bold
   wasting no time remembering what was told

a quiet but steady chime, sullen places marking time
    hastily sorting moments - so sublime

I touched a leaf... stolen by chance like a thief
   brought back to a place of no relief

bringing water to thirst, like an unearned prize... a burst
     thinking it was just another's place... but in fact, I was first

her name rung out with a chime
her heart beat in pantomime
her body reeked with surprise
her soul rested deep in her eyes
her hair flowed with silky shine
her squared smile had become mine
her lust was only surpassed by passion
her hips and gait always in fashion
her mind bold and on always fire
her lust for thought my prime desire
her touch a golden tip of grace
her beauty rested quietly in her face
her loyalty thundered at every turn
her devotion never ceased to burn
her way of placing anything at all
her assuredness all did enthral

say not what you think or thought
transparency and blame are a serious sport

take back your anthems and musings so plain
your chances are slipping now starting to wane

lifting the stones of your memories past
reveal conclusions leaving you aghast

we share devices of spirit and mind
minstrels of thought leading the blind

shuffled and scattered across thousands of days
we need to heed and alter so many of our ways

we speak with a face of resolute absurdity
spit bullets of futile calumny
  hushed in silence bereft of theater
alluringly fresh when a newness is nearer

a rash of a tumbled tinkered mind
just having left her square body behind
  a **** and a pat, lips pursed no longer painted
ignored by the night so readily tainted

but you ask how can that be for you, for me
it was meant to surrender like an ebb tide sea
surely adrift her romp will soon flush back
like a swan song riddle or gold filled sack

Imogene, Rita, Ellen or Jane
bouncy full bloomed bosoms, in a ***** rain
more sorrows and spindles and silky skin
less time to make sturdy the morning's din

songs and sweet nectars to drink a splash
humming moans and heaving sash
eyes closed filled with a roaring constellation
memories ablaze filled with deep elation

what face we just talked about here writ
in previous verse not subject to theory or wit
just a mind's plainness as usual as can be
a moment casual as tweedily dah and tweedily dee

take two
then one  
  under and over singing

arched back to see the spotted
  stars... dankly clinging

in mist, hidden to rise
   forthright amidst
long awaited sighs

flagrant and steady
  lift stones and rocks
      unearth despair now
  times flowing to the eddy

how many in time
  lips curled with lust
snipped and clipped
   in tempo, in pace sublime

have i missed something here
  trash thrown across the mind
incoherent distant faces
   now lost, once thought so near

albeit, chance takes on a mighty go
  hastily... left gone, expired
vastly misguided, derided
  once breathless and fast, now deadly slow

simple and smart with ageless agility
we plunge deeply into lost horizons and deep gullies
not caring or knowing what might emerge
sudden revolution or lustful urge

sanctimonious illusions can suddenly appear
with haunting regularity and imposition
imbibing our senses to shift and shake
resting references and deals to make

aloft in mighty submission and utterly free
focused and fearless in full battle gear
armed and alarmed to the dread ahead
counting one by one the ideas cold and dead

a champion for the senses as freedom pulls
proud in stature, straight and sure
will now no longer be amused or trusted
in years and days, all anticipation will soon be busted

six months she ignored
then we danced ate kissed and laughed
wed three children now

task your mind with infinite visions
engrossed in urgings and misguided ways
ruminate over lost loves and dire wishes
wake up at night happy but still in a daze

think and speak ever earnestly
to troubles that brew at a steady bubble
imply your still listening
make haste a retreat when your smelling trouble

languish amidst happy and go lucky
telling friends there place is most secure
arrange your schedule neatly
admonish them sternly then show them the door

arrive on time to all that is privy
dance with aplomb when invited to
in all graciousness and sincerity
give kind people affection and their just due

candid and dry to the touch and feel
memories unopened depart from real
her hair smelled of lilacs smoothed to a shine
events with her always astutely sublime

but soon, as in late August the skies start to change
passions and fires begin to rearrange
uncertainty now ruled in a lofty place
where her radiant poise dwelled in permanent grace

seen always as a dancing sultry delight
hot breath in harmony so adept in the night
tenderly she did slide to a pondering past
now lost, her square mouth smile will always last

an early teen, flaxen-haired and bird blue eyes
left me unworldly, adrift in her luscious thighs
she calmed my heart with her quiet beauty
i was untested, unknown, a teen too, her name was... Judy

how that first flight transformed a journey to a commission
laying seed to what became a life's mission
now with a long view back to then
i recount it all with a discerning ken

came Carol, Irma, Susans many, Shelley, Jane, Jean, more Judy,
Carmen, Bonnie, Maddy, Tanya, Melanie, Beth, Elizabeth, Lizzy,
Linda, Anita, Lisa, Virginia, Nancy, and on and on and on

if this troubles your mind please read no more
and judge me not with feminist angst or "what a bore"
i say just how things were in the past
times were hot... love and lust traveled fast

for those who know, from whence I speak
this is not fiction, but a wiki leak
simple recollections that tickles the mind
of robust ramblings... forgotten, but not left behind

Bummy, Dodie and Leo Temple Step nose
in the Charlotte Street parlance, that's how it goes
there's Gibby and Tad and Scotchamarra too
a stout crowd, mixed and matched like the zoo

Here in these streets of cobble-****** walking
It's fearless mouths that do all the talking
Upstarts and startups were birthed from this place
Ever so measured, all joined the race

Find them anywhere you travel or happen to be
There is a Bronx brother or sister easy to see
With that particular accent, pinched and plain
Welcome sounds that seem so germane

My mind wanders back to those black and white days
When all we could see was this intricate maze
Speaking from all parts and places
Faces in colors, religions, and races

A happier time perhaps we lived through
Hard to tell considering now, what seems due
For all of you, from wherever you start
Remember, the whole is more than the sum of its parts

i'm thirsting for jacquards and fine stemmed glassware
arias and plain flat violet skies that seem to curve to the clouds
firmness that releases soft edged conversations relinquished doubts
and stubborn stroked outlines of earlier times... peaches in kraft bags
ripened to the sweetness that "ahhs" the tongue and smiles that
linger and trickle down to bebop rhythms and Sarah's songs
tricky stuff said and done with twisting turning resolute
convictions and strained certainties that spoke to truth and
utter passions that seemed to spiral like so many dervishes in tophat
wonderment... look at the fallen trees and lost warriors that happened past histories... ultimate choices when futile jestures seemed
like the oligarch's pronouncements... merriment comes to tamper with
memories and sadness falls into chutes flowing to wide streams
where friends wade knee high over soft slipping stones all placed and counted matched like Orion's special quarter of the universe... stay quietly among the ferns and frogs and pace yourself to the changing monotony or feast upon the first light tickling your eyes tomorrow morning.

tomorrow's hunger
steps on today's sweet produce
best walk carefully

spring has a fragrance
and sultry pastel palette
to work its magic

flying things buzzing
and veridian bursting
lilting warming air

soon rabbits nibbling
with deer and turkeys trotting
through our back windows

FOLLOW DAD GUYS

I remember, with great fondness
     moments
walking amidst a soft, hidden
           wooded place
       tall trees shrowded the
            light
which fell filtered in a soft misty
   dewy haze

         at my feet
as far as the eye could see
    were gently wispy ferns
                   moving ever so slightly
with the rising mist
               in total quiet

        it was always early in the morning
because
         that was the ideal time
  my dad knew
      that
              taking his children
to this special place
    at this time would enable us

          to witness these wonderous
    moments

THANKS, DAD


            LISTEN TO MOM GUYS

mind where you
  walk

as the floors
were covered in
     newspaper

  to protect
              the freshly dried wax

  for it was Wednesday,

      the day of the week
that our
      home and all in it:

bedding, dusting
organizing, cleaning, washing,
   polished, set up
discarded, rearranged, thrown away,
brushed, fixed,
  fastened, folded, stacked,
       closed, shut,
shelves, pantries,
    closets

  was to get done
put right
  
so we could
  all enjoy the
simple
     comforts of a clean,
  orderly
             upbringing

THANKS, MOM

bursting are the buds
sun is heating up each day
where are my swim trunks

my wife
  bakes wonderful pies
and
      cakes
not very often
   though
she should
do more
              I think

  but
           sometimes
when I watch
   her
crimping the
  edges
       I wonder

the
    Granny Smith
    pies have
such a tangy
          after taste
        I like

The Pecan
      Pie is just
a crunchy
     casserole
    I love

But
her simple
     Bundt Cake
    is
      indescribable
       I know

eliminate and profligate your endless sorrows
tedious trepidations reservoirs of hence and morrow
effortlessly esteemed and steeped in splendor
wrought free from inclinations what you render

passions aflame the minds needs and ignore
what stiffens and loosens your need to explore
delve swiftly aghast in times to forget
appease and set forth long after needs met

epiphany drones on with a deluge
more information you need or can use
step lively and stern of face and of mind
in justice and peace relevance you will find

an open mind can see fires yet unlit
befriend those who are readily unfit
  stroll pastures moist with dew
   break apart and add many to few

cruise on pathways in pure delight
   sit quietly as day journeys into night
bump into walls sturdy and tall
seemingly steady but ready to fall

arise in passions so bravely met
win on a loser and lose a sure bet
flounder solemly at loves’ doorway
   put loss and revenue off another day

shed light on most pressing of things
place rainbows in stones and cast them on wings
embrace strangers’ sternest of glarings
    put things in places, in the most odd pairings

stumble through friendships with utter spite
hug a child tenderly to fend off a fright
  cast a pebble to a tidal wave
fall to forgiveness when failing to be brave

shout at a naive then honor a guardian
  knowing full well those clothes you have been in
remember how foul ideas can be
herald a compatriot, get ready to flee

for once opened all hell it can fill
    eyes, ears and mouth fashion its will
full of fantasies and wildest things to tell
         like a Pavlovian pup awaiting the bell

her name is Tahlie
   she's a wonderful girl
her name is Tahlie
    she's like a deep sea pearl
her name is Tahlie
    she's oh so sweet
her name is Tahlie
    she can't be beat
her name Tahlie
    she smiles like the sun
her name is Tahlie
    she's ready for fun
her name is Tahlie
     she's her brother's joy
her name is Tahlie
     she's not even a boy
her name is Tahlie
     she's smart as can be
her name is Tahlie
     she's deep as the sea
her name is Tahlie
    she reads so well
her name is Tahlie
   she's a clear as bell
her name is Tahlie
   she's loved so much
her name is Tahlie
   she's got a golden touch!

twigs clicking soft steps
earth and leaf waft fills nostrils
woods give all delights

sun dancing above
flashing through waving treetops
and you pick your path

go up down left right
each way a new horizon
your special places

back to the gray and hard
city redolence busts in
home you are right now

i think i'll walk the beach and crush sand under my feet
or maybe ride the subway standing still while i bounce about
              i could walk the concrete walkway
or
         just stroll a grassy path
it's all just taking steps... look down or up
and watch the sun dance with the clouds... or trees whisper
     and bend... or rock and roll as you hold on to the poll

just so you are going
heading out, moving along to your beat... making haste
or a slow retreat.. who's looking anyway...
   if so, do they know ... where you're going or why...?
and tip your hat
  if you haven't got one, just smile and keep strolling...

the mystical mythologies and cantankerous denizens
who color our worlds of chance and charm and breed the sinewy
allure of destinies and courses filled with adroit
memories and admonishments and forgiveness
replete with repentance and giving away of
fortune, fame, youth, and all endeavors of heart and mind
wherein we dwell as toilers of charity with humanities
highest escalations of power, meaning and forthright
values that permeate the ever present alacrity or miasma
that all existences are mere proclivities of the stars long
passed and the hallowed secrets of scrolls and spirit
that weaves the corset strapping all of humanity to
the lustrous, industrious penchant of a secretive smile
from the muse or satyr that has encased, enchanted and
left you no escape from your destiny... thankfully