Mother Nature, two simple words
That encompasses so much of our lives
It surrounds and boggles our minds
Overwhelms the senses, WOW! It cries.

We’re born into a world of beauty
Males and females bonding together
A force that has evolved throughout time
Like sunny days or stormy weather.

We’ve been put on this earth to multiply
Try to make it better any way that we can
If we can dream it, we can make it
That is the mantra of the modern man.

Call me Old Soul
For I have come long and far
An incorporeal Traveler
A human spirit drifting beyond mortal bars

Once I knew of form
Felt the warmth of Sun on skin
But then my Life and World ended
My eternal Soul this trek to begin

In wake of Great War's destruction
My mind survived intact
And freed from a Body's limits
I fled Earth's Tomb never to look back

As time begins to fade my beauty,
as age begins to take its toll,
the precious hours that I have left
become yours -
more and more.
My heart is full and now it knows
The lesson that you bore -
that life is Love
and I'm complete
because I chose your door.

We are only specks of dust
in this vast universe,
defying the odds to survive
since time immemorial.

We have revolutionized our lives,
raising standards by embracing technology
but it is with this same tool
that we discard our humanity,
tearing away the innocence of women
and helpless children, sold into slavery.

Black tulip
.
You’re but two copies of rare, frail, filigrees,
words lost across hemispheres, centuries apart,
the north holding one to warm it's chest,
the other lost in this great solving south

I wander around this contrived library, possessed
by crystals, china, harps and hearths,
histories cocooned in wealth,swept under
the pasts inglorious parquet floor

Failure, sorrow and deprivation...
are the manures of exquisite poetry....
agree or don't,
remain silently so pleased....

Gems, are only produced
and diamonds,
when chiselled with sharply pointed angles...
to bring out the sheen,
the magnificence...

without which the Kohinoor,
would be like just any other stone,
may be
just a piece of charcoal....

Bifocal glasses- on once sparkling eyes
My past the point waist
Requires a large size
Aging triceps flap in the wind
I am reminded of this when I wave at a friend
Ponderous breasts - men see as a tease
No longer do they defy gravity
Rogue hairs grow randomly
on my chin like weeds
And sweat on my forehead erupts in beads
I am a scarred warrior of 'what has been'
My arsenal- spray tan and anti-aging cream
Relief! Reprieve from battle - at the end of my day
in dreams, my brain will have its way

Want to know just how I feel
I'll tell you now something real

I loved her when our hearts were pure
tho now the fire burns no more

I gave you trust you gave me lust
The golden circle has now bust

Fear me not I mean no harm
our chemistry has lost its charm

Don't bite your tongue and say your worth
Won't bite my tongue that can hurt

I seek the truth an what I found
A web of lies so tightly wound

I hate you not for choices  made
Tho I won't be one who's at your aid

Misty rain falls on sparkled silky web
An insect's craft adorns full blossomed bush
For a spiders kill, although time does ebb
Alone with battled fly there seems no rush

Surrounded by maturing trees I see
One leaf before, greener than the other
Each coming year rebirth from memory
Some months until there will be another

The scent of fresh cut grass sits on the breeze
But hope I will it lingers more and sigh
For youthful memories will pass with ease
Alas, could beg a teardrop from the eye

I do not know why,
but I have come to accept and wear
the anger and the pain and the hatred
like a scratchy old blanket.

I didn't want to be like this,
I didn't want it to be like this.
I wanted to be listened to
and understood.
But nobody has time for that,
right?

Certainly not the church and her Holy Rollers,
we walked in expecting nothing
are were certainly not disappointed.