July 30, 2014 · 3:52 am

Spanish Moss and Oak

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Bound in time immortal,
framed by bricks once placed with hands
whose duty was an honor,
whose will imbued these walls to stand.

To stand, that is, near sweet ones
as they rest in kind repose,
as stoic hallowed border,
by life entrusted, of time composed.

Time composed ‘neath Spanish moss
draped with love in live oak’s arms,
rests bathed in subtle shades of green
blushing in these southern charms.

Charms that whispered life from home,
life across a sea.
Charms that chance relayed an echo
held in life now free.

Held to time immortal,
where once this fading dream was spoke,
will to dust return eternal
‘neath this Spanish moss and oak.

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July 29, 2014 · 3:04 am

Midnight’s Cage

Summer’s rain collects beneath the edge of neon light,
gathered in a rusting pool reflecting sharp the languid night
where only lonely echoes blend last call with none at all,
beckon peace and solace from the last few drops of alcohol.

Cool the stagnant midnight air denies its musk of vapored breath,
sultry in its sticky dew attracts the lonely to a death
of dreams in steaming thunder burst, adrift in late night’s pleasure,
where sordid wisps of booze and flesh tarnish what the hope does treasure.

Beyond it all the pavement sings a wet and whining tune,
stroked by wheels of yellow cabs and puddles thick with summer’s moon
that lay the time to distance across the square through the town,
folds the lonely summer night into its haunts and sleeping gown.

Quiet rends the neon’s buzz to silence with a blink and fade,
leaving only yellow moon reflecting in the puddles made,
where summer’s rain collects in rusting pools at flirting’s stage,
lifting now the errant mask of midnight’s’ lonely cage.

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July 28, 2014 · 2:51 am

Good Summer

Softly drifts the summer’s hush
that dearly holds the moments still,
while willow leaves, in rhythm captured,
relent to memory’s greater will.

Bathed in scents of summer green,
as waning light gives way to dusk,
through garden’s verdant flush is twilled,
delivered sweet as warm day’s musk,

till here, in rest, retires…

Fresh cut summer grass,
ripened sweet tomato vine,
lavender in burgeoned bloom
adrift the dreams I call as mine.

Upon this season’s moment caught
I poll my histories’ waking,
recall these scents and breezes blushed
amidst the points of my own making…

Now sit…

Imbibe such sweet elixir,
grant my swim into the fold,
here moments passed form truth and treasure
to all the love and life I hold.

Good summer…

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July 10, 2014 · 11:30 pm

Love’s Poetry

Time escapes the days long spent
when phrases languished eloquent
across the air and ether there,
drawn from favorite poems with care.

By your sweetest voice they moved,
the moment caught between us soothed
in sparkled eye and loving glance,
caressing longing hearts, entranced.

Through Shelley, Sidney, Thomas, Croft,
you set the poems of love aloft,
where “kind the moonbeams kissed the sea”,
and questioned, “if thou not kissed me?”

Long hours spent in narrow nooks
in search of treasures, ancient books,
to rise with voice and proudly read
each line to me as lover’s creed.

As time has moved between the gates
of then and now, as dear soul mates,
I count each quiet moment blessed
when still we read our love confessed
in classic lines of verse and prose,
through quivered voice and passion’s throes,
in every poem between us two,
in every moment’s rhyme with you,
my love for you, eternal.

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June 30, 2014 · 2:39 am

This Moment

In every waking moment’s splendor,
I find you by my side.
In depth of sleep with faith entrusted,
I feel your breathing, dreaming tide…

I know no world without you,
my past just distant echoed calls,
for all this life has blessed me with
seems only true, when toward you falls
my heart and soul in this sweet bliss…
true love, true friendship, true soul-mate’s kiss…

Everyday, it’s not enough
to touch your hand or kiss your brow,
whisper sweet “I love yous”,
express my heart, show you how
much you mean to me…

So, to help you understand
my depth of love for you,
please know the moment’s love before
creates an instant present, new,
built in treasures of love’s moments passed,
that with every waning instant,
yields a new love grasp…

Within such burgeoning power,
my heart and soul swell to love you more,
so it is with heart string flowers
I whisper softly and kneel before…
“My love, will you marry me
in this moment of sweetest bliss?”
“Be mine again, again, forever,
and forever hold this nuptial kiss.”

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June 30, 2014 · 2:34 am

By Candle Light

In quiet space, where light is kind,
hand in hand, may your love find
the years’ sweet color in echoed call…
that lights reflection on this starting gate,
when life was young and could not wait
to bathe in journey’s love and bliss…
though memories’ fabric yet to twill,
your hearts and souls as one life will
forge great the castings of your values, kissed
in truth and kindness, as dearest friends,
true soul mates, this love again
rolls waves of peace around you…
that those whose souls you touch with light,
will know your truth, and sense the quiet
respect that’s there between you…

As your story grows in verse,
may memories stitch sew one life’s purse
to hold and recollect the lines,
that time will honor to hands and face,
life’s souvenirs by God’s sweet grace,
and therein keep your love, less time…

By candle light at dusk’s edge stalling,
regardless of the season falling,
look deep into each other’s eyes,
feel your love and friendship kind,
reflect in echo’s calling…
know the truth of this love you hold,
be it soon, or with time grown old,
this love is yours, this moment’s bliss
is held eternal in true love’s kiss,
timeless and enduring…

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June 30, 2014 · 2:29 am

Wedding Poem

In union here, two hearts entwined,
steeped in richest colors shown,
two folds of love, one spirit known,
thus, the braid of life is thine.

Thy spirits and the counter-force,
so juxtaposed in holding fast,
form in circling, reaching dance,
do center love to grow, so cast
a running wake, eternal braid,
till age extends your youth,
and so you’ll live this loving truth
with histories’ smiles behind you laid.

Like sparkling waves, where diamonds cast
of starshine, or moonbeam on a summer’s eve,
your hearts, in bliss, herein conceive
a lifetime’s journey, a sacred past,
that future nights, through eon’s flux,
will so inspire a single star
to shine in kindling, loving fire,
there show your spirits’ love at dusk.

Through this union reached,
this dance of love, your own,
as hearts of two on summer’s beach,
today, this union’s future shown,
your loving light, eternal…

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June 30, 2014 · 2:18 am

Daffodils

Where daffodils
once graced the hill
and held the silver rill
compliant,
now rests defined,
through waning time
and starves the course’s rhyme
to silent.

When once across
the lea she tossed
a heartfelt kiss embossed
in love,
now blows a wind
whose stark hands rend
what memory mends
beneath the glove.

Nearby stood
a quiet wood
whose home was good
and honest,
now fills with ghosts
and empty hosts
who echo whisper’s loving toasts
yet fearfully immodest.

Tho’ no truth rolls
across the folds
of meadows in the tolls
of time,
‘tis still these lays
of poetry stay
the lifelong play
of love in rhyme…

For even as the eons blend
a passing state of heart,
heaped upon this histories’ pyre
are hope and dreams, and true love’s start
that held the pausing when he claimed,
“you are mine, eternal”,
and bent the ether’s honest waves
when sure her heart felt love still vernal…

Today is just soliloquy…
today an echo of regret…
today an ancient memory,
passed closed doors that ne’er forget
the daffodils,
the singing rill,
the kiss cross meadow’s lea,
the forest sweet
with cot complete
and every verse of poetry…

It holds the ether’s silence calm
to those who pause to feel…
It offers what is true in love,
for those who need to heal.

In honor of Robert Burns and his “sweet Mary”

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June 23, 2014 · 4:01 am

Grace

Simple tho’ the waves retain their calling of the shore,
they bath in love’s inflection, reflected through the wanting more,
in constant gentle lapping, in soft seduction’s kiss,
they fold, unfold, recede to rise with purpose toward a dreaming bliss.

Coyly how the wind implies its gentle hush between the trees,
whose leaves reply in simple chime, quaking in the rhythm’s breeze,
yet holding fast exhilaration torn between the mounting gusts
that bear the point of rushing love, that blend the balm of forest’s must.

Lonely how the night awakes when to a full moon’s rise it bends
horizon’s light to welcome home that love the night will bright transcend,
and yet again as daybreak threatens night’s sweet secrets held,
it shades the sky in lover’s red and hints of lonely love now quelled.

Sorely how this nature’s want reaches through each passing phase
of light and wind and sea’s emotion surmounting all the lonely plays
that ride on every moment, that hold each flashing point in light,
that dream a dream of exultation, granted by their living right
to love, to want, to feel embrace
and through their own sweet blessing grant this living planet grace.

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June 23, 2014 · 3:03 am

Gossamer Thread

Spun in silence, a silver rhyme
stretched across a pedal’s pose,
captured small in non-assuming
glimpses of a summer’s rose,
whose fragrant folds in burgundy
entreat the kindest living heart,
who gently pulls a threaded line
that there upon sweet life takes part…
in morning’s captured dewdrop,
in midday’s buzzing busy bee,
in evening’s calm and respite…
no grander world or scale will see
or care to ponder longer,
or dream beyond with longing eye,
for by a gossamer thread and rose,
all life transcends us by and by.

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