light strips its full cloak
now shimmering with
stars like sparkle dust
this dying dusk
the pale veil
riding high against
the hip of tender night

last before the naked
stars burn glistening
like sweat on skin
sweetened by summer
heat
dream time transmission
hours
while the wind delves
with her whispers of power

unlike winters golden
set the slash of cold
the chillings burn

lay shivering
dazzled by your thoughts
the auburn aura
and flame blue eyes

I saw my wish star
As a small flash
It came to crash
Under the sky
She came to die,
And over the clouds
She dropped her pride
When the flaming face
Winked through the race
The wateriness stage
Was ready
For that fir with its rage
O,
Now I see her marriage
With her grave
End of the play
My wish has been swooped
In the depth of the sea

I go now to repair a bridge
it serves the road which runs the ridge.
Just a few boards need replacing
on the floor and in the bracing.

I'll do it while the branch is shallow
now when the far-side field is fallow.
My old truck will take me there,
I won't get stuck if I take care.

The land is rugged on this side
on the other, flat and wide
where crops grow in deep dark soil
thus making this bridge worth the toil.

EVENT HORIZON

Let me say that this prediction is a hurried work of fiction,
To claim otherwise is foolish and naive,
But the portents are all there, hints of madness fill the air,
Listen carefully, then say you don't believe.

Now the weather's gone to hell and as far as I can tell,
The seasons change at any time they choose.
We have springtime in the snow; summer comes one week, then goes.
Floods and droughts and forest fires don't make the news.

My Salutations To Neopoets All Of You
I Salute You All
I shall return once the tears
From my eyes dry,
You know why
Now I cry.

KISS OF LIFE
My spouse doesn't kiss me
Will I die five years earlier?
And from what date please
Tell me I want to go sooner
If you can send me
To that land
Where only kissers stand
Holding hand in hand,
Do tell me of another one,
Who will perhaps?
With me like to run
And have fun
For all I know is kissing you,
I mean one,
That adds to spice of living
And that I know is kissing,
So as to keep in frame
And make no excuses lame
And live till the moment I have to

Some things are difficult, if not impossible to put into words
because, believe you, me...I've tried.

No language is that "perfect",
no slang that "complete",
and no feeling that "opaque";

yet, still we try...
..but, to no avail.

For, we attempt to say the words, and phrases clearly;
but, what the other hears...

When I woke up this morning and I saw you lying there
with the sunlight through the curtains shining in your hair.
I looked at you lovingly, while you lay asleep
then leaned over to kiss you, gently on your cheek.
And I do believe it's true to say,
I think I have kissed an Angel today.

Narcotic rhythm
pounding beat,
hypnotize and set me free.

When that sound hits,
I lose myself,
I let go.

Chorus

Turn up the heat,
make me high.
Body sways, releasing me.

Chorus

Stomp and shout.
A drug free buzz,
body moves, relieving me.

Bass rips through my chest,
I become more like myself,
with every depression of the keys.

Crazy darkness,
wraps me in it’s web,
and i'm gone.

So we start another day
of school at home,
the boys all bleary-eyed,
morose and slow
with newly-eaten breakfast,
me half-asleep,
fingers warming
on my mug of steaming tea,
the small ceramic heater
whining softly
in the cold front sunroom
that is our classroom,
the chairs marched in from
the dining room
as forlorn
as the boys are,
after Christmas and New Year.