Friday, November 29, 2013

Holidays

 St Patricks Day

 
 
 
Green
the Emerald Isle
celebrates its patron saint
with a coat of green
 
 

Christmas



Trimming the Tree
crackle and snap
a roaring fire
loud pop
of a dropped ball
trimming the tree





Trimming the Tree
trimming the tree
laughter of children
building a snowman








holiday greetings ~
from Santa's lovely elf ... with ~
egg nog and cookies


 
 
Sleigh Bells
(haiku)

sleigh bells on filly ~
pulls a surrey in the snow ~
Christmas enchantment



Celebrate
(haiku)

family gathers ~
each year, around the yule log ~
celebrate a birth


 
 
 
 

Thanksgiving

 
 
 
Thanksgiving dinner
quiet groaning from the sofa
gluttony punished!








Halloween

 
 
Jest
 
             the tricksters want treats ~
               will accept nothing less ... and ~
     apples are a jest
 
 
 

Pagan Holiday

pagan ceremony ~
aft the hunter's moon ... heals the ~
split twixt life and death



The Graveyard

the graveyard was still
save the soft sound
as they dug themselves
from the soft ground
and joined the wee children
in a trick or treat round!





 
Wiccan
(haiku)
 
 Late October eve ~
eager broomstick hangs on hook ~
wiccan gets prepared
 


Trick or Treat

October twilight ~
little monsters on the prowl ~
tricksters want a treat
 
 
 
The Cellar Stairs
 
down cold creaky stair ~
light switch in the cellar dark ~
do I dare the step?




Monday, October 21, 2013

Holly Nicole

 

 
 
 












Rapacious
coolly virginal
exquisitely inviting
make me rapacious







Dimples
Even her dimpled cheeks

arouse me








 




Need
I need you
you allow me
to need you










Dashing Smile
his dashing smile
hid a hopeful heart
yearning for a touch
of the silk that is
her lovely skin








Form
mountains and valleys
journey into charted fields
your feminine form




 
 
 
Heart
her lovely heart
crushed by evil older men
frigid winter winds
 
 



Lips
my fingers trace
your silky skin
you writhe
beneath my touch.

my lips perform
a breast exam
my hair
your fingers clutch






Words
 I play your words on my
lips and tongue,
roll them around
nibble and nip.
Swallow
and plead for more.










Moths
Like moths to a flame
We are drawn to each other
Caught in the light










Lovely
a lovely orchid
blooms, gives joy, then fades away
spring, summer and fall







Saved Stuff
pondering saved stuff
photos from my youth
dusty first aid box
springs of plum blossoms
my first time with you






\\
Holly Nicole
her offer of love
rescued my heart ... my soul
followed eagerly














Touching
touching her was a
magnificent obsession
banked fire of desire









 

if you give me you
and I give you me
we will ever be
 now to eternity





Some people come into our lives ...
and we are never, ever, the same.









The Man In The Moon
The man in the moon
admires you, and envies me
feigns indifference








 
 
My day begins with
thoughts of her
when she's near
I feel a stir
I'd like to stroke
and make her purr







Chubby Cheeks
The cutest little chubby cheeks I've ever seen!
 
 
 
 
 

The Idea of Love
In love with the idea of love.
but is she in love with me?
saying the words I long to hear
yes, she seems to be.
 
 
 
 
 
 




Gentle Touch
you gently touch
my heart and soul
your delicate rushes
revive my senses
flash through my being
the unique magic that is you






Flower Girl

 
 
 
'RahRah'
The most beautiful woman
I've ever known
 
 
 
 

Loving
Loving you makes
my life worthwhile
 

 
 
 



 






Breath
I felt your breath on my cheek
Smiling, I turned to see
your lovely face,
realized it was
only a breeze
and you are
far away






Tearful Princess
fighting back the tears ~
she struggled for a shy smile ~
Halloween princess






Kiss
your figure a kiss
my lustful lips crave relief
greedy nakedness
posing, your cerebral brush
colors my carnality



Purr
she lays on my chest ~
so near I feel her exhales ~
'love me now', she purrs








Desire
She lays on her side ~
Eyes on mine, fingers touch skin ~
Afire with desire




Bold
at autumn's embrace
trees shed their colorful clothes
bold, hungry yearning







Milky Way
The Milky Way
may fling itself
apart
and
I will still
love you



Holly
your name is a kiss
my lustful lips crave release
greedy nakedness



Fever
conquered by passion
he lingered, hoped for her touch
yearned for new fever



 
 
Your Touch
think of your touch
even so innocently
and heat fires my loins
side by side, fingers enlaced
my eyes boast to all who see







The mystery that is you
























 
 

 









 
 
 
 
 

 

Sunday, October 13, 2013

Limericks






Big Ben
I saw it was London calling
Big Ben was really falling
I thought it a joke
but then a bloke
on tv showed it failing









Snidely, Nell and Dudley
Snidley Whiplash has evil designs
he plots and his vile sneer shines
while tied to the track
or stretched on the rack
Nell pines, Dudley Dooright dines






A Tainted Approach
a tainted approach to conquest
led settlers to a hateful bloodfest
natives decried
then they died
the victors feted with zest







Something's...
something's under the bed
I fear it might be dead
it could revive
worse if it's alive
it fills my head with dread




 


Spring
spring is only days away
but the skies are cold and gray
he struggles with snow
yearns for green to mow
and parties at which to play

 




Pounds
My heart makes no sounds
My love knows no bounds
A day full of glee
I'm free to be me
As soon as I lose a few pounds!






Tallahassee
there was a lad from T'hassee
who fell in love with a lassie
they went on a trek
and had a bad wreck
now he must buy a new chassis







Another Hap
Hap was once thirty three
he had a cat named Lucy
she climbed in his lap
and took a long nap
Hap began to clap with glee




A Man Named Hap
there once was a man named Hap
who woke his girl from a nap
that's ok she said
I'll stay here in bed
Sam will step into the gap





Bellibone
he felt alright when prone
bending over forced a groan
he stood straight
even when he ate
or he felt a pain in his bellibone



 
 
Half Remembered Dream
sometimes I think you're a poem
especially when I'm feeling glum
a half remembered dream
with a well conjured theme
that I forget when I'm into the rum
 
 




Comedian

There once was a guy who was funny
he tried stand up for the army
His impromptu rant
Left onookers to chant
Get the guy off, he's barmy





Falling Leaves

There was a young man of the town
who liked when falling leaves turned brown
he loved to rake piles
they left him with smiles
till he found the body of the clown.


Pearl

there was a young lass named pearl
who told me that she was my girl
now I wander alone
in search of her clone
for Pearl was a girl all awhirl



he grew from a boy to a man
had surgery, now he's called fran
bought all new clothes
and colorful bows
the plan, to have sex in her van.



Example; what I'm striving for...

There was an Old Man of Nantucket                         
Who kept all his cash in a bucket.            
His daughter, called Nan,
Ran away with a man,
And as for the bucket, Nantucket.

Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Vietnam

Fictionalized short stories I wrote about my time in Vietnam.
 
The Sergeant           Ambush
 
 

Poetry

 
 
 
 
whistle of a shell
everyone dives for a hole
always on alert
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
daily monsoon rain
cricket in its tiny cage
sings to girl's delight
 
 
 
 
 
Trapped inside
by monsoon rain
'không có trường học hôm nay',
('no school today')
she smiled
listening
to her cricket
in its little
wooden cage
sing its song
for her
 
 
 
Haiku




seven days furlough
mad dash round hilly Hong Kong
calm Buddhist temple




beside the dike path
stench of distended bodies
sunlit rice paddies
 
 
 
 
 
struggling to survive
Vietnam, tet offensive
Beatles sing 'Hey Jude'
 
 
 
 
 
 
I've served my time
in hell
travel orders in my hand
home in thirty days
 
Now my fear
is heightened
all I can do
is
 
wait  
 
 
 
The monsoon
seems forever,
showers, sun,
and downpours,
for weeks on end.
Lush land of rice
and ageless
forests blend.



 
 
____________________________
 

Post Vietnam

 
 Haiku




 



over and over ~
surviving the same firefight ~
'neath an Asian moon






unlearning combat ~
an impossibility ~
dreams may terrify




combat took my friend ~
we chat on our daily stroll ~
crimson leaves fade


 
 
 
 
soldiers lie down
sleep the eternal dream
only grass remains
 
 
 
Black stone scars green grass ~
Polished granite a mirror ~
The living, the dead.



--------------------------------
a boy's name, chiseled ~
into polished black granite
old man's reflection




chiseled names
on black granite barrier
tears water the lawn





War

that soulless war
an indelible scar 






 
I think the Tanka below is the best I've written so far. I tried to convey the idea that staring at his young face in the granite, while he stared back, swept away the years from my wrinkled face. I hope I succeeded.



 
 
 

VVA Memorial

touch the name
memories flow through me
no barrier between
arm in arm, old and young
no distance or time intrudes 

 

Monday, October 7, 2013

Growing Up

MicroPoems about growing up on a Texas cattle ranch

 

 
 
Bluebonnet Spring
(haiku)
Bluebonnets abound
in a hill country April
joyful abandon
 
 
 
 
 
 
Calving (haiku)
 
Late winter, calving
cowboys ride a frozen range
looking for ... summer
 
 
 
 
Cowboy


Cowboy hat,
boots and saddle,
foot in stirrup
quick and agile.
Rope swings slow
moving cattle.
Bed down soon
water ample.

 

Bitter

Bitter morning
head bowed
hunched 'gainst
winter winds.
Slapping hands
Stamping feet
frozen breath
hoar on brow
struggling forward.

 

 

Hill Country

Craggy hills
arroyos waiting water.
The heat of
summer beats
on my Stetson
I give my horse
his head
while dozing
in the saddle
He will see
me home

 

 

Texas Paradise

A hillside of
Bluebonnets
'neath
my horse's hoofs.
Riding toward
Cottonwoods
that line the
meandering
river below
Texas
Paradise
 

 

 

Cattle Drive

Riding trail is
a nasty job,
cows rumps all
look the same.
Watchful eyes
red with grime,
bandanna over
mouth and nose
keeping out
the dust.
 

 

Calving

Late winter dawn
cow lowing for her
newborn calf.
Found in
muddy water hole,
roped, dragged out
and cleaned,
and herded
back to mom.
 
 
 

More Calving

Riding
early on a
winter morn.
Calving days are
long and hard
Hoar on the grass
around the young,
foggy breaths
halo the cow hands.
 
 
 

Chores

 
 
Chores!
 
After school
and weekends.
Feed the hogs
and chickens,
orphaned or
abandoned calves.
Everything waits
for chores!
 

Friday, October 4, 2013

Tanka

Haiku             Senryu               MicroPoems              Prose






Buddha's Revenge
Buddha's revenge
for the violence of man
a serene smile
his lotus flower
cleanses my heart







Night Wanderer
she waits and watches
black tail slowly twitching
a night wanderer
Venus looms in the predawn
stalking the sunrise








Ladybug Eats
real visions of
tasting her sweet essence
we laze on a quilt
while a ladybug
consumes an aphid









Indians and Bosses
injuns on warpath
cavalry to the rescue
sepia dream fades
the boss is yelling again
looking to count coup




Cowboy Dreams
a dream of my youth
red injuns on the warpath
sepia fades to
technicolor cowboys
in jeeps, herding cattle




True Riches
a thief took it all
no riches remained
and then I found
you in my arms ... true
riches can't be stolen




Rumbling Thunder
long rumbling thunder
shakes the earth, as lightning
flickers thru the clouds
uneasy laughter attends
our strained embrace





Lonely Mockingbird
a mockingbird
on my porch railing
singing his desire
Put A Spell On You
lingered in the summer air




Cell Phone
my cell phone
as hushed as
snowfall
  our argument
    stilled







Hiawatha
Hiawatha
and lovely Minnehaha
lived by Pictured Rocks
the mother of waters
Lake Superior









Chasing Fireflies
mason jar
filled with fireflies
laughing children
dance in the gloaming
on a summer eve





Muse
the muse and I
argue interminably
my ability to
stumble over wording
baffles and amuses her







Love And Loss
an empty vase
filled with memories
of love and loss
the smell of roses
when I think of her







Grateful
the flowering earth
when spring follows winter
is the soft warmth of
your firm breasts pressed
against my grateful arm








Flycatchers
sharing the porch
with two flycatchers
we watch the rain
and chatter
amongst ourselves





Saved Stuff
pondering saved stuff
photos from my youth
dusty first aid box
springs of plum blossoms
my first time with you







Karma
Be careful
how you treat others
... karma
will rear its head and
bite you in the ass







Tiananmen
his family charged
the price of the bullet with
which he was murdered
Tiananmen heroes
quietly vanished







Mephistopheles
Mephistopheles ~
offered a rich life in ~
exchange for my soul ~
the hole in my sole ~
continues to grow






Shadow Love
sun and clouds battle
each attempting dominance
shadows come and go
a fickle lover ... she is
in and out of my life







Silence v Noise
when silence beckons ~
I seem to open my mouth ~
long winter night
fades into a short holiday
shouting at each other






Humus
rotting leaves add ~
to unknown generations ~
of forest humus ~
a future as compost ~
the whole enchilada!






Trimming the Tree
crackle and snap
of a roaring fire
loud pop
of a dropped ball
while trimming the tree






Cold Idyll

quiet city street
frozen puddle in gutter
warm glow from windows
laughter at the corner pub
slight smile for my cold idyll






Life and Love

life consumes today
does not need tomorrow
love denied grows weak
life and love together
our guarantee our being










Watching the moon wane~
autumn's march toward winter~
my minds eye sees you~
young and in the bloom of life~
caring for my aged bones







the dead are not gone ~
they live in us with malice ~
until ~
we find a belief in our ~
own grace and integrity





 
 

Touch
I think of your touch
even so innocently
and heat fires my loins
side by side, fingers enlaced
my eyes boast to all who see







Kiss

your figure a kiss
my lustful lips crave relief
greedy nakedness
posing, your cerebral brush
colors my carnality








touch the name
memories flow through me
no barrier between
arm in arm, old and young
no distance or time intrudes









Lucy

asleep, feel a weight
know ere I wake what I'll see
Lucy stares and purrs
lovely face inches from mine
'feed me now' is her mantra








Goodbye

thinking of the day~
so very much like this one~
when you said goodbye~
I see all my tomorrows~
becoming millenniums





Listen

listen intently ~
a rush of adrenaline ~
heart beats are steady ~
flood of relief surges through ~
calm returns, until next time






Wind

warm wind changes
blasts from the north
chill on my skin
delightful difference
summer is done






Breeze

Autumn breeze brings cool
Summer surrenders, sullen
Leaves turn gold, russet
Flutter to earth, grudgingly
Accepting winter's embrace





Night

blacker than the night ~
Only the ever watchful ~
eyes give her away ~
ears twitch, searching the dark ~
for her next tasty repast.

Better, I think... more traditional

blacker than midnight ~
the ever watchful eyes ~
give her away ~
ears twitch, search the dark ~
for her next tasty delight.