Poems, Haiku/Tanka, Short Fictions
tangle to tango there in the offset of life heels still lift, despite
there's a view where sky fills the distance between us the start of land's end
petals on to dusk a sea of water sparkless horizon's assist
you can't help but stare when the something that's right there takes your breath away
why Is it a throw if you pull it up and over to get down under
Ralph Malph never told The Fonz to sit on it and rotate, not once
reaped by the combine they sleep in tiny silos bound by perspective
arrange less be more swami whispers under breath self help first attempt
sun as life bringer such enormous potential we all must hide from
they all said the same don't gamble with a sure thing sigh
the sounds of practice on seventh grade violins make concert nights swell
blog: personal space virtually adapted somewhat thought through
who hears the rebel yell when white wedding's shotgun is dancing by itself
through tarn and mire a house evades its landscape a house divided
beware the gypsy a shuffle of the trick cards and your fate is sealed
we are the rally for reality generation
man at his finest finds fault in nature's balance puts more day in night
we can only rehearse for what we know is coming when the stage is set
empty yawns trigger a quandry of fight or flight unless contagious
mouths of one river babbling brooks on fire foxes on the run
over time the wind on stone engraves its sorrow as each touch must pass
Hay is for horses Straw will break a camel's back Things you can count on
what is now a send is a push of a button and away we go
scarred as smooth as glass touch where the burn used to be heat of no return
the prettiest ribbon ties up the prettiest braid upon release both fall
The irony is It's in the heat, not the press That smooths out wrinkles
so long to at last settled like a reservoir the sigh goes on
there's this guiding light shines through dark and light alike my ring on her finger
the cry that holds us was it you or was it me too close to tell
the muscles it takes to grumble for all to hear is like one
winter brings heartache disguised as pretty white snow time to shovel the walk
life recipe calls for tender hearts folded with joy serves many
ancient dinosaurs perhaps because of their age remember to soar
high hopes don't look down reality's equation a dream ending pinch
highway road sign signs the ways to there from here blink and you could miss it
a raft of ideas floats on imagination desert island bound
lunar love affair the moon's sprint around the earth pulls at her heart strings
what game do we lose pinned atop our ivory towers millions at our feet
mankind finds quiet when nature's breath sways tall grass lessons in permanence
hot summer's sun smiles over beach-side vacations until your flip flops
She craved shaved ice Pregnant, nothing else would do Fondest things birthed
challenge electrique as the continentals say holds a charged reserve
we move to the beat just spine slippin' good time fun come and join the dance
the hint of her smile a pleasured pause in the wheels of eternity
to some Cuban mix to others a Cubano here pure rhapsody flat pressed and all buttered up heaven knows no such delight
how does waterfall when it takes container's shape misfit must be called
cozy mystery patchwork quilt falls in place warmth from underneath
in through the out door pores are meant to do just that fate cannot seal them
there's tension building between rising and falling dew to take the hit as the evaporation of midday sun comes calling
this digital age making digits of waveforms gives pause to rewind
here comes the clamp down hold on tighter than they hold you vise is it's own end
music plays where spirits fly touch the sky
read the room they said echo chamber specialists books anathema
the scoff from her remains transparently clear edged like broken glass
an uncertain patois a mangle of well meaning when to air is to err
we all know the drill Sarge says jump, we say how high military blues
just easy going the inverse of Richter's scale Memorial day
the way of the hack sculpts thought with a dull chisel leaves finesse behind
times we dwell within shape the sweep of hour hands clocks that face us all
we can never be what we let be, for in all to pursue becomes
nightingale roosts a tiny brain full past its limits knowing not, singing
tiny sparks kindle bonfire grown of intention through a hive mind's view
disciplined child sitting tidy and correct holds mind afire
in through the out door essential symbiosis breath of life on earth
out through the in door wine sips and turns it around beauty's reversion
evening slips to night softer than a sad eye blinks day's remains glisten
top chop shop fight rule it will never be the same even if you fix it
verdant field unkempt tractor rust a homily church not made by man
life is full of simple pleasures to cling to release, find again
with you every day is time born again anew life just has that kick
one smile can capture a heart's imagination in lingering beats
beauty in art turns bringing rustle to a stir reflection's purchase
when i was younger GI Joe had Kung Fu grip older than that now
when I was older possibility's grip slipped younger than that now
now that i am both and world's at play tend to stay grip has turned to growth
butterfly wings suggest all forms can transcend to life passing past the past
shame is a blame game no name flies high above true heart's remove
tapped maple stands tall runs rings around the sweet life slow hands hold the most
men in iron masks should not wish for woodpeckers echoes won't set free
under a bright sun the calm lake does not shimmer depth speaks for itself
long life's tender kiss ocean's tide pushed in to shore begins to recede
precious should you hold when they haggle up to you no sale at no cost
up on distant point the view seems to shrink the world wide angle on pause
honey bees buzz on fresh pollen for the nectar no try only do
hearts have funny seasons every so often they need to summer winter's snub
Into the water Deep and cool takes it away Up to the surface
What does the poll say And does it really matter Authority rules
when teach becomes schooled something inside rejects it school's out for summer
just one breath to sculpt gravity into marble respiration's fall
always the short straw yours for me and me for yours who needs straws really
in brief not in briefs pictures you put in my head no not now, brown cow
chivalry holds true honors pledged and expected ready, set, oblige
ever loving heart beats with force despite the pause never to wither
when the day is done dusk meets us illustrated our evening strolls
I place foot to mouth you respond with a smile incipient gain
papa feathered nest for one so young but now filled with dreams of flight
blossom petals fall in concert with earth below nature's carry on
gleaners on the beach ungoverned by nature's surfeit continent's divide
until actions ignite this promise in potential heat from embers grow
ancient ruin stones broken chipped elemental part now of the vine
the heart does not pick the sleeping dream does not choose they like you are here
thin slip streamed light ribbons desolate falling day is done, is done
high caught on the lift where sense meets actuation fresh breeze morning sun
smell of boxwood spring the air around you a musk shirk not let us flee
new leaves begin as buds bumps to nodules clinging tight feedback loops of light
leaves in autumn linger transformed and bathed by tears autumn rain consoles
what you get when you fall in love doesn't matter anymore
the name game is played with a certain joi d'vivre life holds fast in fun
a beautiful burst in Spring unclaimed Summer riches back to earth still a pear on Fallen ground
Winter blankets growth rejoinder to lost allusions grass to branch to sky
many's a wish has been wished upon you but I don't know what you intend when you use the word friend
oft cloud filled, breaking spring sky paints volumes a light from nothing
tiny cottage bed dark morning lamplight flickers a gift from nowhere
two hearts that go bump stutter step, excuse me miss infatuation refrain
Fragrance of hyacinth Floats like memory Roots at home
Turning toward dark Chill wind hastens Home
kickback and smoke a colt under clear sky unwilling heart beats
sun light filters by intent or frond still life's provide
Carousel rides and spinning Teacups Sugary salt in humid air Rough hewn planks to stroll Above, the gull still mocks Taking a dive Night covers all An air of mystery Over the pull of invisible tides The spray of a swallowing darkness And we ride Faster and faster Higher
straw men kindle from empty fists unfurled truth unadorned
beach winds form sand dunes screen doors slam porches haunt peace lives but will cost
the future is vast highs in the 60s today holding oh so tight
soul check at the door a day's wages for your pay welcome to the grind
paper bound and strong feelings within lie exposed miracles of note
roam if you want to do the flaneur stroll home's where the heart is
under much pressure carbon converts to diamond a heated exchange
In gritty city Corner of Vice and Grime A shower a day
for sons and daughters sow with love and tend with care don't blink fast they'll grow
The big nix was on El lame-o speak for shut it The boss is the boss
crash course in amour effects of impact lessen as time grows fonder
that's the old mustard Bugs used to say, fever pitched and Looney tuned
cold rock practices for the eventual kite string theory begins
pheasant under glass stations manned, automaton high society
Spring light in her eyes Soft breezes push against time Image remembered
myopic is the topic when I can't see what's right in front of me
morn murmurs skitter toward fresh laughter caps, high noon brushing solemn dusk
Field to field they chased The copse let him get away Shadows barred by light