I love your lips
when they tip into a smile,
graze against mine,
let hot breath escape and leave trails
of shivers across my spine...
I love your teeth
when they scrape across my skin,
rake against my throat,
nibble at my ear...
I love your tongue
when it explores,
slides and curls and flutters
against my...
oh...

Mad Monk Musings...

I am Arturius!
I come upon the English!
Leave these shores
to the wine-knights
and Danish whores!

I grab you Barbarians
and carve out
a Nation
from the ashes
left in burning piles
From vile
Romans

In my task
I rely on bards
to weave a story
true

Or my truth my version
lost in a
thousand years
of subversion

The 'Saxon Shore'
repels all comers
to no avail
they slink upon our
English edges

The better have spoken
about the best
see how we catch up
reading others
so many now follow
my style of free
and
still freer verse

as now comments they also post
in poetic verse

if we all did not have our individuality
no Shakespeare would ever
have been born
and
as Ian calls me a bard
though a smaller one …
but still I am

To all the people I've come to love

Heroes who keep me going all these years

Angels who shower me with hope and love

No words could express my gratitude, that's true

Kisses, hugs and prayers are all I have for you

You make me feel so blessed in this life

Only because I have you here, by my side

Until the day this life ends, my love for you never ends.......

emollient
cool
a winter clad
on a screen
grown cruel

i remember
the times
our television
eyes

worn weary
with work
watched us sated
hungry
sedated

and beneath
a happy growth
the stars
burn their
twist
in the chill year
churn

this darkness
like a rumor heart
besets a world
with woes

and stirs
disturbs
the dreams
a shadow
chill
the light
diffuse

and i remember
feel the ruse

Once more my tires make gravel roar
in heated rush toward a retreat,
to some place I've not been before,
in advance of the spring's coming heat.

Too many days cooped in the house,
too many nights of T.V.s screen,
too many sharp looks from my spouse.
It's time that something fresh is seen.

After perusing a worn map
of places that I've been before
(nearly causing a mishap)
I toss map out of the door.

How Could She Know

How could she know
she was the chosen one?
Just a child, so fair.
Growing up in a world, unfair.

How could she know
that she would bear a King
to this world to repair?

How could she know
the pain she would endure
as she watched her Son
fulfill His mission here?

The Plan of Redemption
The Plan of Happiness
The Plan of Salvation
for only Him to prepare.

How could she know
she would become the mother
of a God, too young to care?

How could she know?

If I don't take them,
they will never let me leave.

These pills meant to raise
a magic wall around me
built on the strength of
1,000 milligrams.
A chemical fortress
that crumbles
with the breath of words
whispered from the eyes
that wept when the key
turned behind me.

Wading through
long blades,
tickling my palms
with their tips

stalks crack...
underfoot,
the smell of hay
permeates the air

black torments
dive bomb my face,
my hands become
windscreen wipers

far away machines
growl out the work,
as cows bellow
all the way to the bales

and then,
I was looking around
taking it all in,
until I felt a warm squish
yes it was cowshit...

I had to smile
I was home...

Two of us have already compared
lives to a running river ,
a friend in Alabama
and I myself,

You are the third one
we are all now runners up

the river never returns
we all know that
memories fade
we all know that
but the way you describe life
as a flowing river
none has done so ever