Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
Dragon rose born of white ice and blood firepossessing the delicate bouquet of an innocent maiden’s desire but alas the flower is only hearsaya fairytale myth as the wyvern beasts of oldwhose sight in the sky would turn a man cold. Author’s Note: When… Continue Reading “Dragon Rose”
Walking the path round the lake this bright early mornSongbirds are singing while chipmunks scurry and dartas squirrels freeze on the trail, shake their tails then run A few people are fishing, and the lake looks serene no jumping fish it’s still, with only… Continue Reading “A Walk in the Park”
Have you seen the shimmering rain in moonlighthow it trembles with pain in dazzling moonlight? Bright stars still shine high in the blue-black skydespite the brilliant reign of swollen moon’s light In this fragrant field tonight I want to seedesire in your eyes, hot… Continue Reading “Come to Me”
The tornado fell from the graphite skyfueled by storm clouds and winds on highthat fed its hungry fury and filled the deartha powerful force as her tumid belly gave birth to more twisters to dance with destructive mirth. As they bored over the ground,… Continue Reading “Storm Funnel”
Though some enjoy the crush of chasing fortune and fame or craving glittering diamonds and playing a gambling game, But as for me beloved friends my greatest acclaim awaits down the worn flagstone path because all my cherished riches begin at my garden gates.… Continue Reading “Chasing Fame”
Is it black or whitethat which fades from sightBetweenwhat is wrong or rightcloaked in graphite nightUnseenbut in crystal lighttempting with delight Enraged lovers fightrun away in spitea screamwhen passion holds tightovertakes with mightextremethat which fades from sightIs it black or white dVerse Poets Pub:… Continue Reading “That Which Fades From Sight”
Tipping the scales between wrong and right, balancing the weight of words and deeds Peace and justice are reasons to fight for calm harmony is what I love and breathe My zodiac sign is the only inanimate object representing my fixation on symmetryMy love… Continue Reading “Tipping”
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