papal dewry palpable
a min lee bulb
vascular with pulp papal
cells a ray leash his lime hue

a garner
festoon of garland gathers
medals to he- a pole vault champion
basest to the earths sojourn

i was working in the corn tuffet
my slash almost thrust his ribbon rib
i must mend; cuddling him close
stroking his pouch
and his two radio signals, i whelp

i open my palms, he takes his freedom
this comes the time of true love

Listen to the sound of rustling leaves,
the voice of the silent trees,
greeting Man and beasts
in each passing breeze.

At times a nudge of the wind
sheds a few leaves to earth,
scattering them with its whimsical flow
without decreasing their worth..

They will become one with the land,
nourishing it further through time
so that the life cycle will not end
the sacrifice continues for a new lifetime

Such is the way of Mother Nature
since the beginning of time...

throng by the wayside moon
a faceless lotus plume
the dawn were his of a man
encountering the spirit ones indanthrene
match of masquerades recast
birthcry... concourses barefoot
unseen wind pluck by collage
sullen weary spider maze
snuff wizard to sprinkle
lyre of mangroove ceadars
in servitude picks graze
after bows blitz adulation
dais pierce light blade; bear fruit
to leafage-compass of how they yearn vigil

IN a modern world …very few enjoy …much less read poetry
but I stand as the

Rock of Gibralta,

composing myself created imagination
in the form of poetic emotion
so many do read
one poetry or another
why bother

no dimes are needed
guys look for dames
and gals want to play games
some think they are the only ones in existence,
whilst they are nowhere
on my minds maps composition