David seems to have the knack
Although he thinks he’s cursed
With the gift of tongues
He is exceedingly well versed

No language is a hurdle
To this fellows conversation
He can get his point across
To any man from any nation

But when it comes to ladies
Words are gibberish and random
He is tongue tied and he’s speechless
‘cause he just can’t understand ‘em

purity in the fires of ravage dreams
speaking talk
awake and lost

stars beneath and above
like heavens shine
and darkness dousing
rousing gardens of ghosts

you were there
once
in the grotto gate
the pale shadow
glimmer of a smile
the ripple of the
minutes settling
like a first
snow

Oh Wow, Oh Wow, Oh Wow!
Steve's last words as he took the first
bite of the last apple,
leaving behind an empty shell;

wings unfurling,
his footprints on history's archives,
he went sailing,
and this is the way
a good man lives and dies.

I don't know what to say,
so I'll say nothing,
I don't know how to say it,
so I'll write a poem about nothing and
how not to say it,
I've followed every phase of the moon to be here now,
so here I am,
occupying earth,
her citizen.

I'm a one-woman marching band. Kindred
spirits have taken my hand, there is peace
in the jungle when the lion lies down with the lamb.
There is irony in the poem that finds its own way home.

Sometimes, mom have no charm
no harm intended, she offends
mind blinded by pride, mom makes no apologies

We love her any way, forgave words that stung
go tell, she means well, giving hell
spewing wrath like hot ash

Mom demanded respect, seen as suspect, arrested
unforgiven, ignored by one she loves
socially crazed, she retaliated moms grey headiness 

The heart wants that which was lost, and
one uncertain dove, looked for twig after a flood, and
mother's love is never above, discerning right and wrong

It is good to work and save
but not from hand to mouth
To work as a common man
is a really hard story to tell

Working at a level as low as ours
with earnings gone on food alone
We have nothing to show the world
when all is drained away from us

Pity the upright common man
whose hope is in all he can do
Be it hard or menial work
It is a careworn strive to survive

The struggle to make ends meet
makes us the faceless fraction
answering yes ma and no sir
who may never live above poverty line

I no longer allow others to control me,

Because I am the one who holds the key.

I will not shake in fear or distress,

I will stand my ground while others detest.

For whatever reason against me they shall hold,

I will not break down, I will be bold.

My days of angry, fear, regret and inner doubt,

Is gone and i will climb the mountains to shout.

You can yell and scream and curse as much as you're able,

I will stand firmly unshaken, you, however, will be unstable.

Others no longer have control over me or my mind,

In the wee of the morning
allowed to just reflect

'tis yesterday's 'morrow
I don't know what to expect.

I can actually hear the lamp bulb
can truly feel my thoughts;
whichever limb I fix on.

Under yesterday's shadow
a weary attitude,

I literally played my harp, out
not a lot to conclude.

So I stretched out with my mind
reached past of what I know
beyond the limits that I fix on.

The 'morrow is nigh
I reached out, yesterday;

There things that only women do
Some men boast of what they can do
Do not laugh at what I have to say
How would you describe a normal day?
Let us divide the chores in the household
See what portion you may claim to hold
Who does the cleaning and sweeping?
Who does the cooking and washing?
Lest, on menial things, the master’s time is wasted
For such, the children’s usefulness is tested
Is it the woman who runs the house?
While the man claims to own the house
Is it the man who deceives the woman?

The crescent moon hangs bright
in the sky
which I admire

Getting in my car, sore
it's really cold 
nursing one eye, a tooth, a leg, an elbow

Lifting bad leg, inside
to follow in step, nearby
the other, little past eight, tonight 

Its not too late
slow in pace, no haste
holding back irritation

Letting it go
never show
or give another thought

Enjoy crescent moon's shine
a  shiner tonight, hanging high 
in the dark evening skies