A beautiful word
that means so much.
The sound of it
rolls off my tongue
with joy.
Right now.
In this moment.
Opens you
to everything,
making it possible.
Say it with a smile.
Meet it with warmth
and kindness.
It is there just for you.

"She walks in beauty, like the night".
A famous poet penned.
Did he know her in another life for
To love her I am condemned.

How cruel is fate, unjust, unkind
To leave it late for me to find the woman I have sought so long.

The years between a chasm,
Decades too wide.

And though a friendship blossoms
Deep as the deepest sea,
I know, I know, howe’er I yearn
Some things can never be.

(any relationship between the following poem and living persons -
namely the writer of these words ranks as purely coincidental and fictitious).

This cat
doesn't sit on a mat.
He sits
on my balcony.
He comes
whenever he wants to.
He stares at me.
He did so
just yesterday.

He arrives
when he feels like it.
He goes
because he can.
Due to this,
I need flywire
on my window.

He's a beautiful cat,
but not my cat.
He just likes me
and my balcony.
And that's the story
of the cat.

Dead at the fall
Of the lover’s hour

For the sin
Of love

Venus with
A human soul

I will adore her delicate face,
touch her tender cheek, unguarded.
But it will be her bouquet
that will make me neglect
all else belonging to the moment.

Ascending beyond the Angels,
I will hardly remember
this cold day of January,
as she sleeps here on this branch
blanketed in a dusting of snow.

This cold day,
where I am still
charmed by her visit
last Spring.

The hours seemed to roll along with glee
My partner constantly hugging and kissing me

What a fantastic thrilling and exciting ride
With a fantastic lady right by my side

Wow! What a happy and wonderful day
Better than anything I could think to say

Rolling along hearing the clicking of the train track
I could feel the train suddenly stop and feel my head smack

I woke up and felt myself begin to scream
And finally realized that this was all a dream

I’d just begun the ironing when
I caught him through the window:
four or five medium paces then
a longer one planting his left foot
firmly on to the pavement,
right arm swinging, pendulum limbed.
Street theatre ballet, was it? Cricket!
Bowling, of course, he pulled himself up
with a few short steps then carried on to school.
Next day he was there again,
I just happened to be looking his way.
It was raining hard but that didn’t stop play,
only his blonde hair wasn’t blown back,
but clung tight to his scalp,

I stand able, eager, & ready to jump
impossible mission to swallow lump
muscles primed analogous to pump
prayer for soft landing on mine rump
bereft this johnny come lately trump
petting and donning shock absorber
outsmarts demonic imp with whomp

into the arms of an angel I land safe
& sound given another lease on life
in my heart of hearts diamond in the
rough façade ace of spade wannabe
join culture club all decked out as a
joker in the stack of playing cards.

There's a frog chorus in the woods,
I heard it from whence I stood.
As silence fell, in that forgotten place,
Like a peaceful breeze, I did chase.

As joyous birds sang this fine day,
Resplendent visions on display.
Each chirp a melodious delight,
Echoed in chambers of varied height.

And amidst the mystery of wondrous joy,
A creature slunk in a way so coy.
With hair of snow and fire,
As a predator inspired.