I was a king
With my prince by my side
A king made of silver and gold
A house to live in this king could provide

With my son the prince by my side
The meaning of silver and gold
Should have been my assiduous love born of the light in his eye?

All work and no play set a paradigm
That silver and gold was only the means
For my own selfish pride
I cannot change those childhood years of his life
Or even give a reason when he ask me to fly

Wicked ways of a world fat and greedy
hungry and needy angry and scheming
it’s hard to focus on anything but hopelessness
with all those innocent people screaming

Shoot before breach Swing before speech
launch but don’t weep because the civilians cannot sleep.
Perpetuating violence destroyer of societies vengeful and mindless.
An entire world changed in the blink of an eye lid.

Combat seeking Militant beings trade Blood for oil Until they have completely lost the meaning

you brush me with your tenderlust
trust
held with ring shinning fingers
and dazzle nails gleaming
like moist paint

breath against me in sigh
punctuation
how I love the slow commas

warm like lantern lamps
on oilskin table tops
and hemp rope held
tarpaulin rooms

I follow the curve of your
hip delved with mystery
the smooth plain
of stomach and then
the foothill ribcage
the hill of breast

The old sundial
tells the time
without knowing it

The chronicles continue
for this man called, "UFO",
he's also known as Richard
the "Desert Rose", where he may go.

I penned a poem, once before
and again when I wrote of the "hood",
he chronicles his UFO sightings
but, sometimes he's misunderstood.

Some say that he's eccentric
or maybe as crazy as the Hatter,
what they think doesn't "ruffle" him
in fact, it doesn't really matter.

During the month when leaves unfurl
and dogwoods bloom in purest white
come the storms with tails which curl
sweeping away all within their flight

I've had a brush with one before
and still recall to this late day
the silence then the freight train roar
when once a small one came my way

It had been a spring day of thunder
where ragged clouds filled southern sky
leaving my new bride and me to wonder
when the storms would finally pass us by

shaded life listens
beyond dappled waters edge
fluidity speaks

Nose to the grindstone
24/7
Giving always more
without one groan

Even when I'm asleep
You labor on
Just to benefit me
Never hearing one beep

into you I pour
all of life's vices
struggling with it
deep in your core

How much more
will you take
of this brazen abuse
from this life's whore

I must answer the call
from my poor little one
Before it just stops
Causing my fall

Closing my eyes and concentrating in
Feeling the wonderful chills on my skin.
The tingling sensation that covers my outside
is like fire burning on the in.

Much like the brush of your skin,
leaving all my nerves on end.
Just the gentle touch lingers for hours
never wanting to end.

“Haiku : Toothpaste
5/7/5”

Squeezed in the middle
Getting force out of tubing
Awaits your toothbrush

“Senryu: Hiccup
5/7/5”

Hiccup irritates
Ribcage hurting critically
Many times a day