ROADS

Ironic twists and turns in the roads we choose
sudden beginnings; abrupt endings
choices that bring us to unexpected places
but places where we are meant to be.
Cruel strikes from out of nowhere
that maim and cripple body and soul.
Time drags us along and we follow

Breathing deep
the drinking hard
he's forgotten all
about the card

light under the door
throbbing and angry
its against him
against him
how he tries
they just dont care

His rage wells
and he thrusts
down the handle
and falling shoves
his way in
the words roaring
out

in her hands the
scissors
the glue the glitter
she nicks her
hand
This mess he curses
his narrowed
eyes
the fumes
against the
tension
in the room

Hello all Happy Valentine Day

Love is a feeling,
unexplainable by anyone,
some see in love
a mom’s affection,
another a friends imagination,
yet many see love,
mostly as sex
in all its manifestation

But love has a special meaning for two,
who know they love each other
the way you do.
Valentines come and they go,
all that I know
love alone has its unique flow.

In Rome an arch was like unto a gateway to
a realm unlike Eternal Rome could hope to be.

Two Pillars make one unknown door that will be crossed
despite that on the other side will evil be.

So what then is a door but passage on and toward.
Departure and Arrival is gross meant to be.

So open doors, you must you know or life stands still.
Most doors are changes, ruts are ended, I at last am free.

I‘ve captured a memory, of which I’m so proud
reflecting an icon of purest delight
to never be sullied with paint, I have vowed
and just what and how, I shall, to you, recite

while snoozing one morning, I heard the TV
Sesame Street was on for the day
I heard my young son, a year less than three
joining the singing and word interplay

I thought he’d be safe if I stayed where I was
I left him there to it, after all’s said and done
I thought I might nap just a bit more, because
he seemed to be having such wonderful fun

bathed in the wishbone colours
supple blue
the deathly hue

the last late bus
slips away
the worn worm
from the dark bloc hut

the click key motion
gloved turn
and a wall light
yellow hall
falls
the door swinging open
the locks in a canal
of dark
splashing
winters tinder dry

stagger high
flicker lamps
come to release
come to cry
the hollow
room will soak
these sighs

A soldier’s battle

The distant jungles abandoned
it gives me a virtual image of a soldier
across the thick jungles
of a place called Vietnam.
The youth then needs you most
the tenderness
since replaced with anger and wrath
against the enemy
hiding behind the tree...

Jungles are a dangerous place to be
as one doesn't know
a reptile, a snake or the bullet of an enemy
may take one’s life just for the asking

there’s a corner of my deck
still boasts the sun at two o’clock
where I sit and watch the people down below

and behind them on the harbour
laden boats are cutting water
bringing curios from the land of ice and snow

I imagine I am king
with a sceptre fit to sting
believing no one doubts a single word I say

of secret stitches in the curtain
all my subjects know for certain
they’ll be anchors for the longboats in the bay

all sense exists, especially eye and ear
that Divine can view designing so diverse
and beauty, through beholders, can appear
from all the points in this great universe

we splintered our experience of Love
that we may rate affection, joy and tears
to cause, at times, absence of the dove
so we can learn to deal with hate and fears

with haste that we all hardly ever notice
we seek out knowledge, assimilate obscure
for creation’s manifest of thought is endless
and this sojourn is just a short detour