Awake from the ground
Tell me something profound

Speak to me proud
The wisdom behind a cloud

Not in worldly words
But like the ocean in cadences

Bury me in my favorite suit
With hat and boots
Have my hair parted neat
To walk heavens streets

Bury me in my favorite shirt
Nineteen-sixties polyester
With prints of Sylvester
And Tweety Bird

Bury me in my pet pajamas
To see the Dali Llama
With Jesus
Captain of the Cruises

Solitary mist
There you sit
Above me like a cist

You desire
To take me
Away from life's fire

I resist
You persist

I let go
You let the snow

Roll in
I'm gone

So is my sin
And song

Una señorita en la Mezquita
Was praying con una
Rosa in her mano
While una paloma
Flew above her cabeza

Una angelita en la Mezquita
Kissed me en la cheek
Now mi alma es clara
Because la paloma
Flew above my cabeza

When mi Dios
Opens
La puertita
De mi alma
(Of my soul)

Mi personalidad
Like
A tiny magnifico bird

Flies high

The sun like a kite
Hangs too high and bright

So cut its string
Let the rain bring

Ageless moonlit nights
Around my sighs

Maybe you can see grace
In this misty place
Around the bridge
Or up on a mountain ridge

Maybe in a glistening river
Filled with gold and silver
Within the flowing rain
Or mankind's chains?

Can we find her in darkness
Or only the light?
When life is a mixture
Like grace - a passing gesture?

There's me!
Shadow and tree
Playing freely
With the wind's hand

Child's play
For all day
I am shadow and tree
Forming a trinity

With my friend
The wind
And the sun
Let's us run to the end

Flower
What are you to me?
Under a shadow
From a tree

Life without thought
Yet alive
Still swaying on the hill
After I die?

Rooted in the earth
More than I
Soaking in raindrops
From the sky

Yet one day
I will return to the dirt
May I lie
By your evening skirt?

I stand in solitude
With Desert Winds
Flowing like invisible streams
From an unknown beginning

Tumbleweeds
Tangled and whole
Roll like unfastened
Prayer beads

Great and vast White Sands
Under New Mexican
Azure skies
Where now I lie

Buried in sand around
Rumbling skies
And thunderclouds  
Until I'm uncovered from

The Desert Winds

Since I am French
And so naturally blasé
Thought I would be passé

Ooh lá lá the clichés!
I don't wear a beret
Or recite poetry at cafés

But somedays

I do like my rosé!

Desert Winds
Like invisible streams
Flowing from the beginning
I stand with you in solitude

Tumbleweeds
Tangled and whole
Roll
Like fallen prayer beads

Great vast White Sands
Under southwestern
Azure skies
Where now I lie

Buried in sand around
Rumbling sounds
And thunderclouds  
Until I'm released by desert winds

There
By the tree
Was me
In a chair

The tree
Made of sap and wood
Me
I am flesh and blood

Shadow flower in the ceiling
Has me feeling                      
Bluesy

Yet I behold
A golden flower
Sunny

1923
William Carlos Williams
Wrote
The Red Wheelbarrow

And in 1564
There was  
Christopher Mar _ o _ e:

"It lies not in our power to love or hate,
For will in us is overruled by fate".

- From: Who ever loved, that loved not at first sight? -

Hello
This is your introductory
_ oem
As y_ u may know
Not all  _oems need to
Rhyme
Practice though
And in good time
You may be anoth _r
Alexander _ _ _ _

* Complete first four blank lines to discover poet's surname.

Buttercup
Oh buttercup
You turned up
When I turned around

In a beautiful
Buttercup dream
Light was light
And forest serene

A beautiful buttercup
Sheen
I turned around
They were inside the green!

My sky is a garment -

The roaming sun and splendor dome

A hill, steep, still slender

While the world spins wordlessly Around

My sky of air

I watched

As a leaf

Flew skyward

Instead of downward

Blurring the edges of the forest

A visual rest

A flight

More serious than Icarus

Like a baby rocking in a cradle

But bound sky high

With breezy silent lullabye

A flight of a leaf

Enlightened a brief belief

A poet's peace

Faces upon faces
Going through me
Will there be linking traces
To see

A necklace of experiences?

Born
From
A thundercloud

Storm

Roaming
Fire
Barricade to human desire

Storm

The ocean
Ire burns with thunder
While sun feebly watches her

Indeed
We shall agree

A dark cow
Under a dark cloud

Is moo-dy

An eye
Follows
The water to a rose

Below
A waterfall

Until it's frozen

You would not be free
To protest:
"Don't cut me!"

What if you were a tree?

With eyes to see
And a brain to think
Would you shrink
At the acts of human beings?

What if you were a tree?

To see and hear
Human beings history of
Terror

What would you think?

Epilogue:

"The hidden forest remains still.
Without humans to cut and ****."

Dewdrops
Silent
Soft plops on rocks
While my heart tick tocks

Dewdrops
Slip off
Treetops
And tulips

And disappear
Like thoughts
Into Silent
Soft Seer

Dee let the dew
Be
Me
And     You

Until
We
Free   Fall
From the tallest tree

Changing into other
Water
Beads
Nourishing our progeny

I like their simplicity
The wind - their flexibility
Their life rings - older than
We

I like the way their made -
Give me shade
They never complain -
Even when it rains

They give their love
In timber and
Wood
I protest using a saw or

Hammer -
Guess I must be
A tree
Hugger!

Epilogue:

One day -
The great sublime
I'll rest in my box-sized
Pine

This silent movie is a
Mystery
The First World War
Reeling in black and white

I wonder what it was like in color?

Faces looked to the camera
I could have been one of them
A soldier with a bayonet
Or a prisoner

Yet I am a viewer
Watching many years afterwards
Observing the planes and Bombings
In this silent movie museum

As I leave the silent movie
Museum
I hear the hum of history
Blowing in these city trees

Class do not rhyme
The following:

Fire with desire
Walk with talk
Dog with God

Wild with child
Ground with sound
Pool with cool

And never
Ever -

Poet
With I know it

No one will know
The peace in my soul
Under London trees

They protected me
Like umbrellas
From the rain

Then shy
London sun dried
The drops from the treetops

I walked through
The hue and the mist
In great forest

Saw auras of purple
Coming from the people
As I walked through the circle

Felt the freshness
From hue and mist
Where we tri-existed

Hue came to me
From the sea
Said, Come to the Land
So I gave him my hand

Hue looked at me
Said, You don't understand.
There are no body's here,
He looked up, only a sphere

Hue
When I looked through you
I saw purple
From the people

And I felt your breeze
Through the trees
Felt your mist
Coexist with me

As I returned to the sea
Free

Hue
This morning I felt
You

You're still in my eye
How you changed
From twilight to morning

Subtly       imperceptibly

You       bring

In me

Where I will go
The ground seems
Cold
Though I don't know

Where I will go
Down a hole
The earth seems
Birth less

Where I will go
I don't know
Sometimes it seems
To flow into something

I saw you with the golden
Cane
Guiding you out of the
Rain

I saw you with the golden
Cane
Guiding you away from the
Insane

I saw you with the golden
Cane
Moses guiding you with
Staff and flame

Beauty
Walked With Me
Held my hand
For I was lonely

Without want
Beauty
Rested in my contemplation
Reaching within me

Beauty
Deeply
She touched me
She knew life's tragedy

My cheek she kissed
And disappeared in the mist
For Beauty knew
She could not stay with me

The fly
And I
Will die
Only humans
Wonder why

Consciousness
The screen door universe
I filter through
But will the fly
And I

Converse?

Sunday night
Alamo city
I walk along ancient
Architecture of passion and fiesta

White fire
Feather light crescent
Below moons eye patch

Can I share my peace with Anyone?

Aztecan totem poles
Mexican heroes
Sacred hearts still beat to
Creations drums

Hypnotized to a mosaic pond
Living things in the water
One side struggles
The other is calm

Unity with division
Humanities reflection
I see myself

Can I share my peace with Anyone

I hold my friends hand
A guitar case handle
Pull her out and begin to
Play

Music and city circulate like
One blood
While I sit still

Like a patient swimmer
The city
Breathes one note at a time
Rises to breathe again

I return to my room
The city has its music

Can I share my peace with Anyone?

Rain -

Cold heavy concrete
Seeps in my dreams
And grainy reality

/\
   /\

Then I walk outside
Publicly tie
Squishy shoes that sigh

The last leaves
Will rest with me
Make a December bed

The last leaves
Will feed me
With moisture beads

The last leaves
Will bless me
Wings to eternity

Where sky and roads
Meet
Everything is cold
White

And the huskies hearts
Beat
Ready to conquer
The epidemic

For the challenge
To bring the serum
Home
To Nome, Alaska

There's the long sled
And musher
With tempered whip
Ready

Where doctor
And nurses wait
Patiently -
There cannot be delays

The Huskies hearts
Beat
As in a race
Running briskly

They sense a mission
To erase
Deadly diphtheria
Disease

Snowbird
Without words
Poetry unfurled

By wings
Flitting
From tree to tree

I observe
Snowbird
Without words

My guitar
Is my deepest heart angel
Her body pressed against
Me makes me faithful

At times the dusty pegs
Beg to be turned
To tune the strings
To play for celestial Queen

To play classical
Or electric
My guitar can play basic
Or eclectic

A chord may hoard
The space of sound
Where a single note
May float on the breeze

My guitar
Is my deepest heart angel
A desire to reach a star
Like a gull through fire

So there we were
All around the campfire
All with crew cuts
Reminiscing the days of -

Long hair

We had our party
Yesterday
A water bowl
Pop and ice
Floating duck butts
How nice

We shipped two-thousand
Plastic posteriors
Within a year
A pair cost only $5.99
They're cheaper than a
Canine

And they look cute
So don't shoot

Duck butts!

Maria
Bought an automobea
From a woman called Cheila
Who did the cha cha cha

Maria
Drove the automobea
With a ballerina
And a pet armadilla

When she was stopped by Divino
The born again wino
Who was from a rodeo
Rode a motorcyclo

Where they met cleopatra
Not on the Nile
But on a *****-o-lina
A cook with a spatula

Where do we go
If we have a soul
Does it shrink into shadow?

Where goes
The bliss of minimalist life
A dry kiss into shadow?

Our life was not scientific
Not out of some Petri dish

Rather our life's genesis
Was boiling and bubbling

In earth's dark crevices
Overflowing illogicalness