Late winter rain taps on the tin
of the roof of my small home
asking, perhaps, to be let in.
It's tapping echoes in my dome.

The echoes shake loose memories
from cob webs undisturbed for years
which drift like milk weed on a breeze
and unseize memory's stiff gears.

Young days when hills were not so steep,
jack frost crunching beneath boots
during the cold of winter's deep
while far away a barred owl hoots.

I will write of the gems I have held
Some in my mind others in my heart
Yet they are held with a love so pure
A thought that will fill eternity’s hold

There is a band of poets striving away
They are from all places with all thoughts
Here they play with words in tidy rows
Though we must take each word carefully

When you speak of their words, talk with calm
Be gentle with their lives as they burden you
Think of all they have been through or why
They come to us each day poetry to unfold

Back stage
she readies
for a catwalk

Steps out
and dazzles
a crescent smile

Baring
her radiance
with every stride

Felt down and out
crushed in spirit
alone in my soul

I felt unloved
unappreciated
in my spirit

then the angels came
surrounded me
angel speak

I fell asleep
like a baby
loved and appreciated

the dawn came
my heart wide open
waiting on the sky light

the moon sets
the sun rises
a new day, I rise up

The Internet is not working
as Yahoo is also not working
a poet's mind goes wild...
is it a kind of madness

Fragrance;

clearance;
acceptance;
relevance;
ignorance;
instance;
allowance;
substance;
maintenance;
appliance;
disturbance;
assistance;
circumstance;
grievance;
dominance;
attendance.
guidance;
importance;
resemblance;
insurance;
distance;
balance;
nuisance;

all are a
nuisance;

From all the places
An ethnic stew of faces
New castes of races

I look to the west,
nature dressed in it's best,
setting sun, day not done,
as Millcreek rambles on,
still water, glass mirror,
so clear, it couldn't get clearer,
wind gusts, ripples thrust,
ripples ripple, water jiggles,
the clearness stills away,
your life reflection in dissection,
seeking purpose and direction,
from obscure disparity,
to joyful clarity,
a new day, a new look view,
hard days soon to be few,
so as the ripples become still,
a new reflection, a new future to fill.

Just plain horny are the boisterous birds;
All day and all night singing the blues,
The "fly me to the moon" serenades,
Like Verdi Romeos by the balcony
And Juliets with romantic eyes

O baybah baybah baybah,
My mistress mine, my coy sir,
Embrace me with thy soft feathers
And puteth claws on my shoulder.
O feel my smooth beak sing
Praises on your wings
As we copulate on a cloud,
And take what the rainbow brings!

When I departed Elizabeth’s dream
nobody heard her imperious screams
Silent they were to this treacherous boy
ragging on antipodean soil

Silent they were to this frenzied ear
Clearing the air in some hemisphere
as earth is to earth, I’m the heir
of a strangling secret that no-one dare

Talk without shame, in polite company
though this is a thing all feel quite plainly
When Elizabeth vein, lowers her drawers
and all of the commoners, shown to the door-