Sunday, September 14, 2014

Tea For Two; Somewhere



Out of the shadows a romantic story emerges
of two souls destine to find love.
It's true, so many stories of romance have been written
that one could make a noose for the world with them.
But love is a very funny thing and as you know
you can hate someone you love
and love someone you hate.

Many times over and over again love is misunderstood
and many are stood up and many have missed the boat.
Still, can one live without it?
Men are driven to insanity over and from women...
and women, well, yeah, you already know the story.

So another love story to gag on is in the making...
did I loose you yet?
Perhaps I did, but a least my shadow is still here,
waiting right next to me as I sit at a quaint little
bistro table at an outside cafe just waiting to order.
"Madame, may I take your order?"
" Not just yet, sir, I am hoping to order tea for two"



( From my book, Water's Edge...
contact me if you'd like to purchase a copy. )

Sunday, August 3, 2014

Missing Your Poetry!

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Tuesday, March 5, 2013

When You're Away



When you're away
my eyes lack passion and their gleam.
When you're away
my rhymes are forced, my words cliche.
But then you whisper in a dream.
Though we're apart, we're still a team.
When you're away.

Thursday, January 10, 2013

Sip of Coffee



I am but a sip of coffee,
sweetened with honey
in your mind's world
of vivid dreams
and poetry.


Wednesday, January 9, 2013

The Finch


You were all mine, for one short night
O yellow breasted bird.
You lost your way and fell from flight.
Your song was never heard.

I cupped you in my hand and then,
I kept you for the night.
Protected you from vicious cats.
And hid you from plain sight.

But morning had another plan.
As nature worked its way.
You died a peaceful death today.
Instead of being prey.

But still I cry a tear or two.
For you were mine last night.
I place a rock upon the ground.
To mark your resting site.

Sunday, January 6, 2013

Frozen Lake



Awake, Old Man Winter, hear my song.
Strong are your breaths that chill my bones.
Stones in the brook are wrapped in clear ice.
Twice they were thawed by a sun drenched day.
Cafe poetry, coffee and sweet cream,
Team up with thoughts of warm intimacy.
Consistency of winter's chilling winds,
Skins the sensitive heart yet one more time.
Sublime are mountains with their snow caps.
Perhaps now, we could dance on a frozen lake.

Saturday, January 5, 2013

A Dirty Little Limerick


There once was a gal, who wore only white.
She gleamed in the day and shinned in the night.
Then a guy tempted, come play;
in brown gooey mud today.
Now she's a horrible, dirty sight!

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Winter Soil



( Haiku )

Blanket me with cold
sparkling crystal falling flakes
Prepare me for birth

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Of Peace and Joy

I learned as a child, the horrors of war.
I learned from books and pictures I saw.
I learned of hate, violence and greed
I learned of starving people, we couldn't feed.

I thought back then, the world would change
I thought other cultures, seemed really strange.
Why would they live in a place with no food and water?
Why would a parent pick a husband for their daughter?

Why does man fight over land, when there is so much?
Why can't we share the lands resources and such?
I thought time would civilize everyone.
But it's like waiting for the midnight sun.

I wish for us all, that wars would cease.
I pray everyday for world wide peace.
I found here, a little haven of joy,
of heart and soul...the real McCoy.

In our own little corner of the world, we live
with love, hope and understanding to give.
We, poets of the world, stand tall, stand proud
We speak in volumes without being loud.

Yet our message is heard through many words.
Rehearsed through scholars and even nerds.
Long live the words through our verse
as they enter the mind and then immerse.

Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Winter Icicles




Winter icicles smile smoothly
and I shiver.
Then I imagine your warmth-
an amazing storm!
Fondly you feed this fire
madly inside.
Blankets warm loosely-
you snuggle up.
An outrageous December!

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Christmas Light






If ever I should lose my way
on a snowy covered road.
Never will I fear and tremble,
knowing You carry the load.

When winter's cold seeps into bones,
and flesh calls me to sin--
On bended knee to You I'll pray--
with You I'll always win.

O bright planet, shine down on me
this cold December night.
You're right on time, to show the way,
and chase away my fright.

You look just like a star, one night
that guided years ago.
To promise ever lasting life--
and keep me from my woe!



Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Morning Song

The birds in spring are up at the crack of dawn
singing for all, their morning song.
And the sweet fragrance of lilac
fill the morning air.

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

A Winter Morning

Slowly leaving a peaceful state,
awakening to a deafening silence,
with an odd glow peering through blinds.
Chilling air touches skin,
as blankets get tossed aside.
Stepping over to the window,
sun-lover curiously opens the blinds.
Gasp of surprise breaks the silence.
Countless number of brilliant white flakes,
all collected quietly during the night.
Still floating down without a sound.
No wind disturbs their travel.
Each unique in its' own design.
Stacks on the ground in massive quantity.
With no urgency to this Saturday morning,
immersed in deep thoughts of getting started,
goes back to the warmth left under the covers.

Windy February Night

Cold seeping inward
Unwanted chilled caresses
Gusty night prowler

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

A November Monday

In the crisp air I step lively to my car,
brushing my hair away from my eyes

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I marvel at how Long Island temperatures
can go up and down so drastically in two days.

Surprisingly my muscles aren't screaming at me
after the workout I gave them on Saturday.
According to my son, I was a psycho on Saturday,
raking leaves in the relentless wind and rain.
It was only drizzling and the wind was a help.

I heard you Saturday, despite the wind, flying over head
but could not see you through the thick, heavy rain clouds.
Still, I knew you were up there, creating poetry in the air.
I wanted to join you and I almost did as a gust of wind
shook me from my foot hold on the muddy ground.

I will take you and your poetry with me as I travel to work,
as I breath in the fresh air from the slightly opened car window.
It is a fine day and I have God to thank for that and I have you
to thank, for sharing your good poetry with me....
your poetry with the double O!