In the mornings I lay awake
and listen for her sounds,
and her sounds always appear.

I await her first kisses
to flutter about my cheek
that I turn from play sleep
and take her into my arms.

My day in joys has come.
I only look upon her face
and know no greater care.

She uplifts me in my mornings,
sweetens my dreams at night.
That one so could love ...
dear God, are you near!

eyes engaged with tiny breeds
moving around at a wiggly pace
back and forth I move the lens
to focus with its eyepiece grids

I wave to them with a gentle Hello
but they sneer back at my eye
get lost they said from below
please leave us alone, don't spy

tears in my eyes fogged the lens
for a moment they're out of sight
surely I'd caused them fright
to me they looked so tense

Through moving
Water
The creek bed
Is an abstract painting
Blues and reds
And whites

You can see
A face
Hidden
Behind a veil
Or a landscape,
Some out-of-focus
Heaven

If you reach in
And grab
A stone,
However,
Grasp it
In your hands

The water
No longer obscures

It is solid and smooth
And beautiful
As can be

A masterpiece
Of time
And care

A fully formed
Work
Of art

A Mona Lisa

Smile

a fact of life,
a guy exists only;
because girls do
they take his tension away
in many
more than one way

her smile
makes him feel invited,
her glances make
one feel attractive
and
whatever they do,
when you smack your lips,
his stands, awaiting your rescue.

That’s why all guys
to gals say, I love you.
she strokes her hair
and
indicates shall do

I write verse that makes poets think
Prompting reviews nice and adverse
Some might feel that the poems sink
World is better with views diverse

Aim not for popularity
Just striving to be recognized
Not only for integrity
But be truly characterized

The spirit of blacks keep dancing
at night unknowingly that he is just
a night worker even
A thousand miles has past behind with no light
A million miles are about to come
yet the eyes are still closed
though it seems there is a glittering.

Like the goat claimed to have known
how to climb and his master abandoned
him in the process
The ancestors said and did so
but as a new generations we should
think and do it right.

I want to go on a wild rouge
easy wind tussling through long hair
with my love in the passengers seat
memory's keepsake giving peace

The passion inside struck her down
Taking back what's hers from start
Infectious smile with glow for skin
Spoke the residents of London town

Lingering beams of the last winter day
melt snowflakes on the way to my palm.
Clouds align in the mountain sky
Darkening waters reflect mother-of-pearl calm.

Following sheen of the serpentine rail,
climbing and rumbling for miles the train
cuts through the silence of highland terrain,
flooded by shimmering night.

Breathing and trembling in every dry stem,
throbbing in every awakening root,
screeching through me, the night makes
me sing the atonal, arrhythmical song.

tipped glasses, eyes locked over rims
glasses and eyes filled to their brim
the crystals were bubbling with brew
her eyes tinged in passionate hue

she raised an eyebrow to inquire
"may I do, what you may require"
chuckling, I said, "have more beer
hope you aren't feeling tipsy dear"

"No" she said, with a smile on her lips
crossing our hands we had more sips
her eyes had shades of gentle desire
stoking up the flames, of a bonfire-