as long as you want me to
love you and longer still
i will stand by your side
for eternity if you will

see the longing i have for you
as i look deep in your eyes
i feel a spiritual connection
once born that never dies

One man, one wife,
The ideal thing to do
Laws made to protect
Support the weak in love

Bigamy, polygamy and polyandry
For reasons diverse and varied
Though outlawed in the mores
Hold sway in forms and guises

The man with ninety nine wives
Ha! That’s just too much for one
His children known by names
And to each, a number given

Some credos egg on more than one
With conditions to love them equally
Be it for economy or strength in numbers
The fighting cock protects his harem

Stars have faded in the eastern sky
as the horizon bleaches black to gray
Carolina bids the night goodbye
and prepares for yet another day

A barred owl silently glides past
to his daytime secret sylvan home
June sunrise is coming fast
acrobatic squirrels start to roam

Mist streamers lift from the still pond
like last night's departing ghost
where cat tails wave like a magic wand
crane touches down silent, almost

What Are We?

We all are angels
of our own breed,
Akin to apparitions
of human seed

Upon wings of angels
we seem to fly

And

With

And
Into eternity unknown
we all perish

So whilst we live
Life,
We ought to
cherish

There's that black pot
Looming large
And shadowing the kettles,
All sooted like the lot.

There's the master
Lean and tall
And capped, squared;
(encompassed actually)
In checkered skins
and oddly fitting kilts.
A Scotsman on his rite,
A concrete slab afore
The pinafore
And big brother watching
Amusingly.

Her style did meet my banter
so, we toyed with each other's eyes;
I wondered how my world would change
if she were to try me on for size!

It's true, that I don't own a car
so,I couldn't pick her up,
it's also true I wanted more
than her company during, "sup".

Her beauty was more intelligent
than first had met my eye,
I wondered what she thought of me
then, thought I shouldn't pry.

wear histories
in tired patterns
gather dreams
in idle beds

i remember so much
and forget so little
all the pages sitting
all the fonts and words
in my head

would I be an island
for as long as I could
I would

but there is always rain
to numb the sadness
there is always darkness
for thoughts so not seem
so shadowed

somewhere between
fear and trepidation

across pages of words
left for another to read

beyond the memories
of moments held in photos

yet still I need

the days
to complete the lists

the nights
to celebrate life

and easy breaths
to fit it all in

.

it was a chorus line of hollyhocks against a crumbling red brick building
that devastated my poem,
they laid waste to the words you asked me to write,
you said I would try to hurt you with my intent,
my rhyme,
I said your prejudice and ignorance were showing,
like wearing a hooded down overcoat near the end of June
you said 'fire away' and I asked if you knew why
Bodhi-dharma left for the East,

should the moon
retreat forever
behind a darkened sky
and all the stars
fall earthbound
without their
twinkling light
if the sun should
cease to rise
the clouds go
their separate ways
and all the birds
no longer soar
i still will
not forget you
for, in all truth
i am forever yours