Untamed temerity

Broke the morning air with an uneven stride,
stole three kisses from a bachelor’s loving bride.
Surely I was happy I had nothing of worth to hide,
been working so hard to turn down my secular pride.

Wave after wave kept rolling on their wetted sand,
kept my powder dry, my canon close to my left hand.
the nihilistic brotherhood of toff’s couldn’t understand,
you pluck no other’s strings if you’re a one man bland.

My reply may quick; betray
but, it is yours that morphs to grey;

I'm beside myself, and not from any lice !

I loathe to be me, is what's true
so, the only thing that I can do;

is pick two seats, and calmly sit down twice.

~

A plethoric myriad of thoughts
escapes my brain like small robots

coercing all pedestrians to pause;

good thing for them, the lights glowed, red
for over half, changed their minds, instead;

that break alone saved barrels full of gauze !

~

UNTITLED

It is you I have placed
above myself
and all others,

It is you my soul clings to
in my dying days
and for whom my heart sorrows
when there are no more tomorrows.

It is for you I will sing
my last song.

It is you I will remember
when I am gone.

When we’re old and decaying
And our souls set free
Our limbs will become trees
And from out those trees
Our fingers form leaves
And from out our mouths
Sprout words,
That will form into birds
And these birds will fly
To the peak of the sky
And sing songs that ring
Immortal melodies
That sift through the breeze

A barred owl starts to have his say
from a lone ridge not far away
just as the shadows start to merge
and east sky fades from blue to gray
informing me it's time to go.

Go home now, my tired bones urge
before the dimmer stars emerge.
Time to leave these woods behind
ere daylight is completely purged
taking the quarter moon in tow.

I've found what I came here to find
a quieter more peaceful mind
in lands that pay me little heed
nor make allowance for mankind
yet tolerate me even so.

EPIPHANIES

I let my silence speak
what words fail to tell…..
meaningless is the flow
of metaphor and rhyme
when you only see
a shadow of me
in space and time.

I wonnder at life's mysteries
and seem to wander too deeply
into myself
only to discover
there are no epiphanies

.

Once,
so long ago now, it seems;
Every thing touched
& everywhere
that I turned,
her scent permeated
both air & skin.

.

I feel your joy mamma,
as in the morning sun,
light strikes the diamonds on the trees,
their dripping
makes a music for my thoughts,
shakes bare bushes down below,
as when you too,
went out in morning's air, rejoiced,
took deep breaths, filled your lungs, 
and doing so filled your heart with songs
of happiness, so glad,
not mad you'd say,
just sensing all around,
allowing nature to whisper,
thud, in notes of natural things.

What of love, true you say
Over the ages
I’ve read in many pages
folks trying to define love
in its myriad forms

Some say its infatuation
others it’s lust
many think about it as
singular sex

Moms love can hardly be so included

But in two human beings
of a certain age
and opposite nature
love springs like a fountain
from mid oceanic water

The wind hums a lullaby
In the heart of a forest
Deep asleep.
A brook flows
Like cymbals played in tranquility
Accompanied by the lovely silence
Of reverie.

The trees and the flowers
Sway in the gentle summer gust
The reeds by the river bank
Play their lovely flutes
- Echoing on and on.

The birds on the old branches
Chirp sweetly
Along with the toads
On top of lily pads
Floating on a pond
Deep in slumber.