Watching the floating leaves in fall
touch down gently upon the earth
they seem to cover its naked form
in a blanket of heavy emotion...

Caressing the simmering earth below
they clutch to its passionate warmth
till the whisper of a brewing breeze
scatters them to spread their charm..

Strewn along in a pattern so rich
woven with golden silken streams,
the earth below now comes alive
as tender love within it sprouts...

she's my little red caboose
her windows a little loose
tucked away under a tin shed
white lattice trim, a coat of red

an old relic of the past
was built to last
real wood is a beauty of mine
my mobile home enduring time

nestled under pine trees
on a hill to catch the breeze
over looking Toledo Bend lake
you'll find me taking a break

from my many repairs
giving up in despair
I'll just cast a line
oh! this life of mine

.
resplendence dances before sleep
as does the north side of night
a wind
blowing backward
a ruby in my shoe

boggled eyes patently dismiss
for rocks are hard, water wet
and yet,
a tumbleweed mumbles
a ruby in my shoe

have no doubt
it can be as such
prove otherwise
I'll tell you "not true"

yes, It's better
not to remember
but so much sadder
...a ruby in my shoe

“Blood on the Snow”

Remember
The lingering sorrow.
Gun blue eyes
Locked
In a moment
When time dared not breathe,
There
Just blossoming,
Love lies bleeding
Ever steady
Softly cocked,
I am felled.

*Love Lies Bleeding is also a flower also know as: Amaranths

watch how you walk

last chords of sermon on the mount
echo on playing field

no one paying attention
again
as fans leave the stadium
stubbing their toes on rusty rocks
cursing the world of matter

speaker shakes his head,
spits, and walks away

point is -- doesn't seem
to matter
what masters say to masses
gathered --

be it truth or no --

people need to stop
stubbing their toes.

vcp

5 December 2010

Ere!

Ere tis too late
Meet me
At the place,
Where the day meets
The darkness of night
But ere

Meet me at the sunset
And
The sunrise meet
Yes ere

Meet me when lust
And
Love conjoin
Ok ere.

Meet me when the
Sperm and ovum greet
Yeah, ere

But do meet me some where
No one can see us together
Perhaps
That’s nowhere!

Carnal grin , a sensuality
that makes me sin.
Out of control

A one to one connection
As I crave the warmth of your skin
Melt down.

Two bodies melding,
pulsating, undulating
as one.

Sample and savour,
I long to drink you in,
for a physical reaction. 

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The masks we wear, to us are given,
assigned to us before our cue.
The choice is ours to reveal or hide-
A grand charade with many a clue.

Would you be this or be you that;
Is it surfaced or is it hidden?
Not all secrets are lies or deceit,
Our view of others we must widen.

The genuine heart will itself reveal
Its spots or stripes are where they're at.
The lot of what we think we see,
provide but circumstantial caveat.

Hurrying to dress for work
I grabbed my gray t-shirt
lying on your vanity's plush chair
beside our bed,
put it on beneath my shirt
and scurried out the door

On my way way to work
in heavy traffic
faint aroma of gardenias
tickled at my senses

At work, at my desk
I wondered where
the perfume came from
and in the warehouse
I could not shake
the faint traces
of that sweetness

I’m tired
and have no poetry left;
so says Mary and me.
Meanwhile,
Mike and Chris tell me
it’s only a matter of time.
And Toby bleats
“ya gotta start somewhere.”
When I dropped the artistry,
I dropped the philosophy;
the fact is
I don’t even want to hear my own philosophy.
I’m ducking under snowballs
that occasionally shatter in the air
because it is too cold and dry
for them to be formed.
Every now and then
an expert bully packs one,
takes aim
and wallops me in the face.