Homeless War

Crackling fire's tented home
roaring out to homeless moan
Aromas filling cold wind's air
warmth's desire fuels despair

Woolen blankets; treasured gold
as war declares its weapon's hold
Canvas walls for luxury's suite
fabric armor chills defeat

Soup pots steam down kitchen's row
sobering brew for street life's blow
Luggage parked in groups of heart
life's full worth rolls grocery's cart

I pray for souls in winter's keep
survival's triumph of shivered sleep
A battle waged on weather's shear
Its medals earned in frozen fear

If only summer could last all year

Rolling

Lacing up these boots on wheels
Remembrance of how good it feels
To glide the floor with rhythm's beat
A dance on skates, is oh so sweet

A skill once challenged in the day
First a novelty just for play
Mastered rolling music's tune
Won some contests, month of June

Fifty now, and feeling fine
Thought to wheel it one more time
Forgot about that hardwood floor
My oh my, is this pride sore

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Parting Kiss

I miss wind's whispered summer rush
The sea's romance and dewy blush
A fluttered breeze; once fair and warm
The sailing wind where love was born

I shiver the sea this one last time
Destiny's water; November's design
Cold's biting tundra for my skin;
Sea's parting kiss.. until next Spring

Sea Dance

I'm feeling your abandon
Oh please romance with me
You brazen lover breeze
let's dance upon the sea

I've put on my best dress
in flowing Mylar white
I'll lure you to my body
as we dance into the night

We'll do a timely Waltz
not rushing this affair
Then break a fevered Tango
'til the knots are in my hair

Throughout a spicy Salsa
I'll be counting all the steps
As longitude of rhythms
meet our latitude of depths

While anchored cool embraces
blow through foggy night
I'll dream for windy passions
and our dance at morning's light

The Burden of Genius

In contemplative thought; dares he
Embrace seclusions self-imposed
As darkness plunders through the mind
In sacred deprivation loathed

His starving whole disgraced by parts
And mind compelling fiery scourge
Gruels the labor's gorging impulse
Enticing tortured brilliant purge

As decomposing life absorbs
The twisted turmoil deep inside
An intuition's masterpiece
Inhibits tribulation's pride

With blatant disregard of wrath
The mind wreaks havoc to create
Exquisite beauty etched in blade
Admired for its genius fate

Colors of Loss

An Umbered trunk; my leaning post
with umbrellas of Viridian shade
I contemplate my thoughts of him
under the colors He made

Cerulean views of water
soothing my Crimson dreams
my passions painted Impasto
on a canvas of Scarlet themes

Gazing Cobalt cotton pillows
resting my Prussian Blue mind
as scents of Vermilion flowers
guide me through fiery blind

Whispers of Oxide prisms
breathing a Crystalline gloss
tears for a face Alabaster
crying the brushstroke of loss

Insomnia

A philharmonic noise
resides inside my head
I cannot get to sleep
because its strings are in my bed

A sedative of rhythm
not my lullaby
instead a rude awakening
of a grace I can't deny

I will not win this battle
I'm thinking I'll give in
I venture to the attic
to save my violin

I find its leather coffin
dusty from the years
inside a cancelled concert
bringing me to tears

I free it from its stifle
craving wood's embrace
as epiphanies of music
whisper to my face

A bowed rejuvenation
of concerto we once played
effortless reminding of
the notes that never fade

I play a reminiscent
of the beauty in my head
as both of us are weeping
for the passion we have bled

In final resignation
of the dreams I put away
I place my sleepless nights
upon the mantle for display

Quavering

I tremble
the thought
of your heart
in my head

I shudder
while waiting
to see you
again

I stumble
my words
when speaking
my heart

I stagger
the pain
of being
apart

I waver
with ardor
the feelings
you spin

I quiver
your touch
that flutters
my skin

Writing

I cannot write like I have time,
and there's so much I have to say..
'cause tomorrow is not promised,
so I will write it all today!

I don't know how to do it,
with all these adjectives in my brain..
I am courting my thesaurus,
whilst my dictionary goes insane!

I've been writing all this twaddle,
'tween breaks of recollection..
my common sense just told me,
"you'll never reach perfection!"

So slowly I approach my words,
with the wisdom of my peers..
crossing all of my fingers and toes,
that I have a few more years!

Soliloquy

A soliloquy of tears, I shed upon this day
Alone I dance the fears, thrust into my sway
Abhorring intervention, I do this so I can pray
A monologue of cleansing, to send me on my way

Awash in my regret, of tears that I deplore
Announcing to myself, the sins I do no more
As redemption for my life, removes me from my chore
An astounding ray of light.. guides me to the door

Alone I am no further, as many stand so fine
Awaiting my arrival in a light that's solely mine
Approaching with new tears, a joy that I resign
Accepting all the glory of a presence so divine

Allowing for the grandeur of everything I see
A moment of hesitation, brings me to my knees
A Paradise unearned, for it cannot be for me..
As an angel whispers softly, "this is all He wants for thee."

Drifting

Drifting on my bed of poor
floating far away from shore
I check my motor in the air
a gentle breeze is all I care

It's sheets not made for me to sleep
devoted to the wind they keep
unfurling them to billow fast
I trim them to my clanking mast

A starboard gust attacks my sheet
knocking me right off my feet
I steady her to come about
quickly winching toward my route

I'm tacking hard and keeping course
taking on these winds of force
I blow right through a shipping lane
as slamming wakes destroy the main

It topples over for a crash
and in the water with a splash
I capsize quickly to the sea
saving what is left of me

Drifting on my bed of poor
now perched atop a cabin door
while gentle winds blow through my hair
searching for another fare.

Shallowed gloom

Through the dark
of twisted night
I venture out
of blissful light

I make my way
to tombs of want
never again those
will I haunt

I join my peers
of things not done
resting hopes
to settle some

As blissful light
calls me back
I look to be
amongst the pack

For In this night
I seek my need
to steal no more
this hunter's greed

A sleepless dream
that I endure
of barren wishes
I deplore

I make my peace
in shallowed gloom
and join my wants
inside the tomb