i.

these are just some
of the million things,
I’ve wanted to tell her
but we never, have the time

there are a thousand
days of light and mystery
that were brought into my life …

Tu-whit!- Tu-whoo!

ii.

I forgot these things
as I flow into the ether
surrounding the pillars
of Olympus, and I,
rest in wait …

Tu-whit!- Tu-whoo!

iii.

the reeds have attained their song
hidden bird can sing day long
our quiet rest
a midday sheen
the covered limbs on
our machine

through the nettles to the low
the rumble of the hungry foe
the steel tempered thick and
primed

we test our youth upon these
times
for father
home
and country

walking in a hard rain
wallowing in tribulation,
drizzling thoughts drip through
dank layers of grit and gray
inventing reasons
ad nauseum
all of which are
swallowed whole
only to be quickly regurgitated
for their foulness

god forbid, these damned debilitating blues
are just a result of life
as it is

so, in need of reason
yet, finding none
I inflict one
and go walking in the cold hard rain

The hands of the crown
set sails to the wind
to widen the kingdom's
waistline.

They bloated and gloated,
without care or worry,
the whole wide world
was their backyard.

The fattened cow soon
learned the cruelest truth
when she rested her side
on a spire.

Like a rubber goes pop
on a needle's sharp top
her bubbling ego was burst.

Love On The Wing
Got a story to tell you
You had better believe it
I am going to, spill the beans.

On the mating of Termites
The flying one’s take off
In sultry Summer’s sun, singing,
To everything there is a season.

I think more of a reason,
As they lift off to, go with the flow
Once they are mated and sated
Down they come losing their wings

Crawling helpless on the ground
They have eaten half my house
With their nasty habits
Worse than Australian rabbits

There is crickets over at the tree line
They are keeping me awake
the dreams away

lock and load
and wait for the silence..

Jiminy cricket can book it out of there!!!

friends are forever
come pen verses together
luminous poets

savor fresh ink when you write
Renga Neopoet Style

Our sweaty bodies roll apart
contentment mixed with hints of guilt
so relaxed that I let flee a fart---------------------Onamatopeia
then cover her head with the quilt

Beside the bed alarm clock sounds
reminding us it's six o'clock
and as I exit bedding mounds
her hand grasps at my old.............sock-------------Caesura

don’t touch me
let your sensitivities hover
over the thin skin of our adoration

in fact don’t look at me
let your soul see for the first time
how completely we have intertwined

with that

I ask don’t seek me
I will never leave that small space
Were we found each other made of hunger

finally I beg…don’t love me
let my existence become a foggy dream
in which what we were, we were never

In roads to a poem to be
I shall listen to some music
There as if in the distance is a lady
She is singing Memory
I remember that you live

I recall all the things you taught me
Yet I have to leave you here
One day my name will go.
There on the screen will be a nothing
Then you will have to use “Memory”

He was here you will say to others
What of me then you will think.
As there is no after, you did say,
That to you, I did exist, or did I?