Pupil finds Master, in him the force flows strongly. Let battle commence!
Golden red leaves fall, glistening false butterflies, now autumn, next sleep.
Red rose lips, soft blue eyes play Undulating swell Moving, expanding, loving
A thin wisp of blonding hair Kisses olive skin Your beauty gently pulsates
‘Boo hoo, life sucks right?’ ‘But then look down at yourself’ ‘Then starving children’
‘Starts as a dull pain’ ‘Then becomes a painful ache’ ‘After crying raw’
‘It\’s a funny thing’ ‘yes, fools strive for disorder’ ‘hilarious right?’
Weeds of twisted growth Spreading like a dry wildfire Behind yellow blooms
Arms twisting turning Skin rough but easily marked Fingers yearning day
Smile like the bright sun Embrace every touching whisper Time dwindles quickly
fireflies doing pirouettes over the pond praying silently
laughing and walking slowly home after too many beers what will she think of me?
the letter arrives from the future smelling like her perfume
hundreds of time and again one hundred one more yet!
less poem but, self potrait the poets
haiku i call but the picture front desks!
Expression of self; As rewarding as it is, No one understands
evening breeze orange waves in sky sun lingers down
Watching the full moon, a small hungry boy forgets to eat his supper.
A boat drifting off Winds gently through midnight seas Floats out of sight
Layers and some veils I have many faces, and none of them untrue
They never came back but roads don their memories riders of cravings
Right road to perish the audacious hearts do seek in light of darkness
the tide, always in Eileen’s rock, for the sharing inviting, and dry
bluebird Vermont sky green leaves stretch up from wet earth clod of snow still white
rays of morning sun caress buds on large leaves which blossom gloriously
warmish sun cold breeze seaweed seashells salty sand inkwell beach morning
Voice boxes clanking The squonks are so metallic It’s crows – just talking
Misty cold raindrops Hot skin and hot breath First run of the Spring
Looking up at stars I am a bacterium Supping on sulphur
Feeling the balance Replacing darkness with light Quieting the noise
Such a flat gray sky My eyes lack depth perception Deep green lichen folds
Misty horizon Ocean and sky monochrome Island rainy day
Empty shore, full moon Sharp whistling through the stillness – Bloody sword unsheathed
in midsummer day two green gossiping lemons before my table
Im afraid of dogs they make me weep bitterly cats also smell bad
sitting in english ridiculously bored yawn i want to go home
netzels greasy smile brings up memory of bile great night to be a knight
Ricky tikki tavi ha he real savy ha i love oranges
Ty is really hot You could cook meat on his thigh Ty is really fly