Each dawn I rise, and turn my face,

Not to the sun, but to its grace,

Reflected in the golden bloom,

A silent plea within my room.

I pray to sunflowers, strong and tall,

That seeds of hope will gently fall,

And fertile ground will welcome them,

A mother's love, a diadem.

The world unfolds a vibrant show,

Of tiny blossoms, row on row,

Blessing families, hand in hand,

A joy I long to understand.

All you see
Is despair
Sitting on
Your couch

Making a call
Seems
Too much
For your
Aching soul

You wish you
Could bribe
The sun into
Falling asleep

You watch tv
Still, you are
Distracted by
a loud siren
playing in
Your mind

I watch you
Tremble in
98 degrees
And I hold you
To warm your soul

the pictures
On the wall,
Grew impatient
And shouted
Come on
Help him

Your magic is much more cunning,
the deception is in your spell.
You called me and I came running,
I loved you, and I've loved you well.

You held me in your arms,
when I had thought to die,
showed me all your charms,
held me with deep sighs.

Still with me after all these years,
though you took my breath away,
I forgive you, and I've never feared,
since I married you that day.

________ _____ ______
you're sitting in my car!
you're very very cool,
and we haven't driven very far...

do you happen to like
my fuzzy pink dice?
are you enjoying this?
has your time here been nice?

is this little poem
worthy of yours?
and if it is not,
i will beg on the floor.

Mars, named for
the Roman God of War.
A savage and feral deity,
Mars led into battles
to contend with the foes.

The Red Planet,
fourth from the sun,
a rocky desert with
active volcanoes, frigid
and overcast with 'quakes.

It was revealed over
thirty years ago that
men are from Mars,
closed-off and war-like.
Love is challenging.

Alex openly shares his
day with his partner.
He is devoted to peace
and love and loyalty.
He was deported from Mars.

She wears a pentacle
and a plain brown dress.
I'm not too sure,
I must confess.

Could she ever love
a man such as me?

She dances her heart out
and entrances my soul.
The circle protects her
as the deity she extolls.

Than, that witch,
she smiles at me.

Incantations arise as
tears fill my eyes.
Magic words remembered
until I realize.

That witch I love
has chosen me.

A Witchy Kind Of Love

Eyes so wide and deep
I dove into them like pools
my head tried to remind me
this was a game for fools...

This much patched heart
overriding all common senses
I barely breathed your name
whilst letting go past offenses.

Now, some forty years later
having kissed beneath the skies.
just one look and I am lost again
within your wood-smoke eyes...

Rushing downhill on Sepulveda,
ignoring the posted speed limit
like all of the others, in our hurry.

The cars going in the opposite direction uphill
finished, it seemed, being pressed for time
on their way back to a stillness, of sorts.

Witchy
Unappealing
Sometimes a relative
Lacking character and true love
Frightful

I will be with you
My friend
Every single day
Supporting you daily
That is not a lie
We are both good friends
And we have
The same believes
I can't hardly believe that
Also we treat each other with respect
We never once mistreat each other
Because that would be the wrong thing to do
And we don't deserve that
We need to work on our friendship
Because I want it to last a long time
We would be lost in the world
If we didn't had each other