Man, look at that cleavage there!
large pale globes just bulging out
inviting everyone to stare,
whistle, perhaps even shout.

Do you think the cleavage folks
purposely expose their goods
leading to such crude lewd jokes
about their large and jiggly goods?

The tee shirt's not quite up to task
the cloth's too sheer and not too tough
which kinda leads most folks to ask
what fabric would be strong enough?

How many priceless moments life does show,

adored enough for us to store with gold,

yet brief they stay and leave us lone, to hold

our hearts and make their ills and sorrows grow.

Alas, how often hearts seek lasting glow,

imperfect joy and earthy lusts that mold

and rot then set our suns and moons less bold

forgotten and entombed with all they owe.

Yet wait, there’s still a hope for me and you

when heavens bid immortal life for us

with more eternal joy and happy times.

...And the Dragon sheds the last tear,
His happiness an illusion.
Driving promises of lies told to self,
Unbearable,
unbelievable,
unrelentless pain,
self-inflicted for my soul's humility.
It is a sad thing
when there is no-one to blame.
Packaged
and sold against self imprisonment
and denial,
pulsing veins of blackest sin.
My scales absorb the pain as my teeth
grind fault loudly,
making damn sure my ears
carry every word and feeling of betrayal
to my inner core of emotion.

red earth
and golden shrubs
majestic roots
and kindred bark
in which was carved
the initials of the hand
that held the blade
and the mouth that starved
for the gift of the land
a jewel made
to quench the thirst
and hunger fade
into a delicate burst
of yellow orange delight
succulent love of the sunlight,
in the heat of a boiling breeze
shadowed by the leaves
breath comes in ease
steadfast and trusting
its branches ever lusting
to reach the sky

Then twas okay
there wasn't much else to do or say .
.today there are scores of hobbies
and
games on the Internet to play
can't we all have our own say
in simpler nuances
if I may so say .....

My master taught me
abab ab abc abc then aaabb cc
and
then I took off from there
abcd.... dcba
then free for all combination
thus I created free verse poetry
for better or worse
still many stalwarts do read
my verse...
thanks to thee..

“Hello, how are you? I’m Emily.”
“Emily, it’s Bill. I’m so glad to be with you.”
That said we go for a walk.
Wind our way through the town, we
were born here, married, raised children.
Strolling past the cemetery holding our parents,
Emily comments on the lovely statue of St. Michael.

Renting space in the back of my mind,
Twisting, turning, making me blind.
Moving me backward and forward in time,
with thoughts of hatred, blood and grime.

Ever so tedious, never just plain,
Eating my conscience again and again.
When will this lift, suspension begin
This constance of evil that's brewing within.

The larks in the morning,
praising the sun,
telling the world
the day has begun.

The heady smell of
the forest grove -
of trees, of moss,
sweet scents of old.

A bitter wind from the
north, so cold,
stirring up the
Sea of Gold.

Drifts of leaves,
piled deep underfoot,
the cry of the owl;
two-it, two-oo.

The huge lazy sun,
hangs low in the sky.
Coloured red and promising
the morrow to be dry.

As a boy I ran
foolhardy and strong
working with the aged
all day long

a song on my lips
with chatter so spry
"One day You shall
see You'll be old like
me" said one old
sage so quiet and dry

the stories I've been
and the places of bold
how how warning said
then Unheeded was sold
by my too busy heart
How my body had paid
for the task of the part

A drop of soul and dust did brew
The fruit of love was true
The delicate vessel I became
I carried alone our passion's flame

The breath of a dear one I did hold
I watched the magic unfold
That precious gift of unity
Of nature held then within me

Love-seeds under the starry sky
We sowed together...you and I
So why did you do this, tell me, why?
Why did you let our love tree die?

.....

What we crafted now asks of you
What do I say, what do I do?