MOONLIGHT RAIN, AGED LOVE, AND DESIRE

AN EROTIV BIKE RIDE

AN EROTIC BIKE RIDE

As we rode along, she said she 

Wished that she was my bike;

That she liked how I pedaled.

I turned to her and said, 

“I wished she was my pedal;

That I liked how she rode:-”

When we arrived at the bike rack—smiling,

We both secretly wished that it was a bed

Where we would one day rack it all up:-

SWEET CIDERED LOVE

You said I was the apple

Of your eyes

A well-aged and preserved

Sweet treat

Your thirsty desire has always

Craved:-  

May I ever be that pleasing cider-like

Sweetness 

Satisfying your craving thirst with each

Gentle squeeze

You give in releasing my desired sweet

Quenching flow:-

MOONLIGHT RAIN, AGED LOVE, AND DESIRE

MOONLIGHT RAIN, AGED LOVE, AND DESIRE…

There we sat on our raised verandah, looking out and up

At the celestial canvasing nature so beautifully gave us.

Pea-like nimbus clouds slowly strutted across the skies;

In a chameleon-like fashion, they gradually changed from white

To a dark blue hue that edged towards the borders of blackness.

Fascinated by this heavenly transformation our eyes mingled

And a curious smile drew itself across our mysterious faces.

Then suddenly, the lightning flashed!  Next, we heard the thunder!

And without hesitation, the celestial pitcher poured down its waters

As if a great thirst call had been sent to God’s heavenly cistern above.

In the desert of despair below, once wilted life took on a new meaning

As the terrestri...

SWEETLY COMING...

Bees kissing flowers—

Wings and petals delighted;

Honey is coming…

YOROKOBI

Springtime is now here,

and new life will soon appear;

let's shout with great cheer...

SWEETLY COMING TOGETHER...

Bees stinging flowers—

Wings and petals delighted;

Honey is coming…

WRITING ON... (Not An Epitaph, Just Shared Grace)

This is just a prostate awakening;

A pee penning grateful thanks—

I’m still perpendicular to the floor:-

So, I now sit in inking prayer—

Laboring this watering birth

Of a praising poetic delivery:-

Pushing—I birth umbilical words—

Keloiding the mind’s sacred circular scar:

A naveling of God’s peace and love:-

To you, this may make no sense,

But to me, it’s a blessed flow

To the coming grateful dawning:-

And if I should die before waking again,

I do faithfully pray, my soul He will take:

Blessed and gifted to flow healing words:-

Yes, long-gifted life is now waning…

But the inked words keep waxing on—

Leaving clanging echoes when I’m gone:...

A WINTERING DAY'S FALSE ALARM

Pregnant mothers of the waters they give birth to

Took an afternoon/evening walk across the vast sky

As they slowly strolled across the once light-hued way

These once ivory-hued maidens took on a cerulean haze.

Beneath them down on the terrestrial plane

A lone stoic eagle struck a statue-like pose

Clamping his paws around a small branch

Of a skyward huge old naked walnut tree

Across the way, atop a lamp-pole, perched

A huge black hawk with its wings spread wide.

The chilled ground with fading grass was carpeted

All over with loads of brownish-hued decaying leaves

The graveyard silence that encapsulated this whole scene

Was broken by the squawking of a V-shaped flight of ducks

Soaring with waving wings across the slowly darkening way;

As evening ease...

CANVASSES

Penned allegory—

Imaging reality:-

Those haiku moments…

RHYTHMIC WORDS

Poetic words speak;

Pensive eyes look and listen:

Minds become aware...