Poet's blog: "Poetry"

The Gift

Standing silent

The earliest – 1670

The latest still Fresh not yet

Disturbed by

The settling of time

Family plots carefully

Tended crowding

The solitary stone

Inscribed – “Unknown” Circa 1900

Early evening

Land breeze bends

Each grass blade, S

entinels thousands

Guarding singular

Tombs

Spring blossoms pushing

Through the same

Soil shared by

Louisa M. Shorter 1857-1950,

Rebirth As tree buds prepare

To explode into

A cacophony Of colors –

Red, yellow, the

White Dogwood

Soon to bark

A tree In place,

Planted

On the occasion

Of her passing

Now her favorite

Companion who

Each day a gift B

rings renewal

A butterfly alights

On my diet coke, it

Pauses and speaks

Well of hope – life S

pring dances with

Hundred forgotten Headstones?

Not Really… a Cardinal

Comes to visit and

The brown of winter’s

Remorse gives way

To the enveloping green

Of a new season

david

Eyes

If only I could see,
The world that lies behind your eyes
Then I could see who broke your heart
Whose the one you mourn and shed a
Trail of tears in lif¦

If only I could see,
The world that lies behind your eyes
I could kiss away the sorrow that's keeping
You awake at night?
Sheltering you out of the twilight of my
Dreams, forbidding your
Mind and spirit to merge and
Dream with mine¦.

If only I could see,
The world that lies behind your eyes
I could be there with you through the blissful times
Thunderstorms and kiss your blues away,
You're all I think and dream of,
every minute of The day every step
I take,
I can't perform at work
Loneliness seems to be my only friend but there's one good thought,
You're always on my mind as
I Imagine myself in your arms and in
These eyes¦

If only I could see,
The world that lies behind your eyes
I drink your tears and heal your heart with every kiss
Your heart would surrender, your fingers will Long to trace my lips, hands will yearn to
Caress my silky skin and trace my every curve As your lips shiver to taste me,
Submission
Petals of my essence danced
In your soul¦

If only I could see,
The world that lies behind your eyes
I'm not afraid of the darkness
I may find inside Your heart I'll take your sorrows, your woe
Shield you from lifes disappointments and pain And gladly give my life for you
If only I could see¦.myself in
These eyes

poet

A soft rain

A soft rain,

On a warm morning,

During a walk

On the beaches

Of my mind,

Is an invitation

To refine those

Memories

That have faded since

Childhood.

Is it the falling of the

Drops through the leaves

That we hear?  or

Is that the movement of

Peals of water rolling over the

Once dry creek bed?

I have thrown aside

My umbrella…

A quiet that is only

Broken by the swish

Of car tires as they

Breathlessly swirl by,

Rain flattens my

Hair, running rivulets

Of nature’s tears over

My unshaven face.

My dogs prance the

Prance with what we foolishly

Call a smile on  their faces.

That is obviously just

Contentment!

The rain is irrelevant

To them, silly!

Yet not to me

As I recapture

The joy of catching

Droplets on a tongue

Stuck out in

Defiance of growing old,

I care not,

I am wearing flip flops,

I walk the sand of beaches

Long washed away

My t-shirt sticks

To my chest.

Poet

Eat a peach

Soft fuzz

Tickles the nose

Delicate crease

Tongue caress

Juice sweetest

After passion spent

Eat a peach

Her wound divine

Desire

Fruit of mine

poet 

Eat a peach

Soft fuzz

Tickles the nose

Delicate crease

Tongue caress

Juice sweetest

After passion spent

Eat a peach

Her wound divine

Desire

Fruit of mine

poet

Oreos

To delve

To lick

To douse in creamy environs

To kiss your wound

Oreos

The taste

Of sweetness

Womanhood

To feel

The creaminess

Of

Your wound excited

To attend

To your needs

To be

My dessert

poet

Stocking Tops

Whether it be

A creamy expanse

Of pale skin

Above lace delight

Or

A winsome

UK lass

Devine

Four inch heels

Accenting calve

Sensual

Refined

Legs crossed

Demurely

Woman’s wound

Imagination

Alight

Not what

Seen

But elegance

Sublime

poet

Morning

Days inception

Coffee

Hot, smooth

French pressed

Breaking sun

Sleep filled eyes

Slight stumble

On deck

Approaching rail

Morning sun

Filtering soft chemise

Each curve

Shadow seen

Bed hair

Tussled

Wantonly, begging

My fingers to touch

Turning

Slight smile

Asking

Where’s the coffee?

I fetch

Willingly

poet

Kathy Noneya

Interesting conundrum

Describing perfection

Personified

In you

Apple white skin

Blemish free

Yet fresh

As from the tree

Eyes inquisitive

Clarity spoken

Coffee alert

Soulful understanding

Lips full

Jellybean sweet

Broadened smile

Knowingly

Hands Alabaster,

Finely Chiseled

Piano Elegant.

Softly beckoning.

Pretty not beautiful

Athletic not an Olympian

Famous but not a celebrity,

Smart but not a rocket scientist

Walls erected

Feelings protected

Silent screams

Love me, take me

Heart strength

Nurture complete

Happy but not euphoric

Loves abound

Most important

My Friend

A lover of life

Who captures

My mind

 David

God

God

Is a woman

Known

To noman

God

Is a woman

Only

To give life

God

Is a woman

Breast feeding

Child Earth

God

Is a woman

Defines

Nurture

God

Is a woman

Thank

God

poet

Deviant

would you
could you
should you
be
be mine
in trust
to trust
with trust
in pleasure
in pain
in control
to submit
yet be owned
by you
by me
since we care

poet