We stand in rows, all at attention
Our names called one by one
His name called, but no one answers,
They call twice more then none.

A crashing volley rends the air,
As the guns in sequence shoot
One final, thunderous roar,
This jolting last salute.

Gleaming rifles, polished brass
Dressed in their very best
With smart precision they pay their homage
As we mark this Soldier’s rest.

The rifles silent, two by two
We march to the tiny altar
Snap to attention, long salute
It’s then I start to falter.

I couldn't fathom to imagine......What's on your mind?

Imagining sights that dreams can't put into proper images

I'ma product unfinished, Like a story without a plot or premise

Yet I'm stuck in the theater trying to desipher the ending

Without a conscious thought..... Listen

EXHALE: words which flow thru air within carbon dioxide

INHALE= perplexed thoughts which are next to be exiled

Even though polar opposite,the combination so dominant

It's only right

Me: reality junkie;
Hollywood: sells lies;
Water in my eyes:
'Cause it smells so funky.

Power off - TV dies;
A breath of fresh air, a few deep sighs;
Shoulders relaxed, check out your back - no more monkey.

As your eccense surrounds me,
It slowly draws me near.
As I try to pull away,
All I can hear.
Is the terrified screams,
Muffled by the dreams.
Of what we could be,
Slowly as we fade away.
Longing to be together,
We will never feel the way.
That we felt with each other.

The kiss,
lips are divine
they are fine
but none on this earth
can lips
of my kind
ever find

I wear no mask
for I love the task
just kiss me
like a fairy
and see
how love flows
from my lips to glee
this kiss was lovely
didn’t you see?

a sweet lovers kiss
is absolutely free

"Haiku"

Equatorial
Midday sun no shadow thrown
A summertime home

"Haiku"

Where deep holes made damp
By Monsoon water way down
Drop bucket to fill

"Haiku"

The leaf twisted off
Fell to the hard frozen ground
The shadows grew long

"Haiku"

The blue bells did ring
The white bells swayed aloof
My lavender soon

"Senyru"

Many bad pains felt
A bonding that makes you cry
Tiny hands reach out

"Senyru"

4/4 by RW
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Thump of bass strumming thong string
growling earth shift, tectonic sing
moving pants legs, beating on chest
blood syncopation rise and crest
wet heart beats meet each pluck and ring
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The BANG continues, living thing
the crowd bows to an aural king
sweat drops traverse a heaving breast
Thump of bass boom
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The pulse of thrum meets tendon's ping
a large, dark bird unfurls wing
the dance floor has become its nest

ZOMBIE

my soul has no care
of its nature
my heart beats
to its loneliness
and I am a flame
fading into dark

ginger out the glass
and fill the kettle with its craft
steam and mix
science class

let cool chill
taste bud thrill!

Still …I am not sure
If I like to be mature.

I am not sure I’ve stopped loving to play
with teddy bears, dolls and the clay.

I still like to drink NIDO- needed for growing
and wear those lovely laced white stockings.

I can’t quit thinking I still need my mom’s love
though I've become a proud mom- myself.

And what should I do with my girlish dream?
That daily flow like pure wild stream?

About a courageous knight on a white horse,
that would once come to propose .