It felt like your deepest devotion
When you dug your claws in me
You promised to use your fangs
I promised I wouldn't dream to flee..
I recall how it felt like deathly pangs,
How I braced myself and let it all be
For I relished the state of defeat
That your lips left me in

At the cursor’s blink I stand a pilgrim,
hands folded over midnight’s open page.
This forum—our quiet nave—awaits
a spark to kindle communion in electric air.

I pour my grief into twelve short lines:
each one a teaspoon of prayer,
offered to the drone of servers
and the shush of fellow seekers.

Dawn,
while walking
along the highway,
I spied a young man
taking pictures of animals
that had been killed on the road.
and
thought of HER...
That was the moment
I first noticed
the long, thin,
t
h
r
e
a
d
of drool dangling from my lower lip.

Left Wing, Right Wing.
Either way you look at it,

like flightless birds,
they blame the wings.

Last Poem
Will come when I have passed
Not able to write what I’m feeling
My thoughts are now printed on my bereavement card
And etched firmly upon my grave stone
For everyone to read
For all time

Come, fellow poets, under the dome
Of innovative space we call our home.
Come with your sharp, prominent quill
Show the world your boundless skill.

Come, share the art, pour out the heart,
Let rawest feeling spark your start.
Write with the light- let the ink freely stream
A sonnet, a haiku, or cinquain dream

A holy star, a flair that never fails,
In our shared home forever prevails.

Friend

open-minded
always there,
never judging
gentle and fair.

since the beginning
this is you,
a solid beacon,
in the darkness
shining through.

in those times
when I come undone
a word from you
and I cease to run.

my touch-stone
wise and sure,
you are like no other
intentions ever pure...

The View
God’s gift to us
Nature Given with joy
Filling our hearts and minds with awe
Vista

Nature speaks
Moving winds, babbling brooks
God’s creation for us to enjoy
From the buzz of a bee to the sounds of our lips
Sounds abound

As I find myself getting old I often stare
A daily habit that I refuse to share

I begin to review my life from the start
And start thinking about the day I will depart

I review the day that I met the world of my life
And thank the Lord for a most loving wife

I see my children now a bit older too
And recall the delights we have had,a grand review

Now with great grandchildren playing about
Listening to their laughs and words they shout