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Once upon a time in Hollywood

It was a warm summer night in LA, August 69.
A single night of infamy and psychic darkness for mankind.
Sharon Tate was close to fulfilling her empty outcries,
when the night burned its cloak in the sunrise.

Earlier before dawn, a quiet eerie breeze came alive
And kept blowin’ down the canyon to 10050 Cielo drive.
A night so quiet, you could almost hear the sound of ice
Rattling in cocktail shakers in the homes of celebrity paradise.

Dancing Fool...

Under a glitter splashed night-time sky
We sway and strut our stuff
There is no world around us
Just us and that is enough

The rhythm of the music slow
The rustle of your dress
I in my slacks and white shirt
We're looking at our best

The band played a Latin beat
We danced on through the night
I never wanted to stop
My heart held you so tight

Tick tick tock tick tick...
Tick tick tock tick tick...

A Villanelle

On the Dude Ranch
(a Villanelle)

Fair autumn came; oh, what a day!
Fresh breezes cool this arid land
While in the pen two fillies play.

It’s sunrise—“Giddy up,” I say.
The rooster crows to beat the band,
Fair autumn came; oh, what a day!

Now Sunday riders come— I pray,
But then bring out the granny stand,
While in the pen two fillies play.

Dudes wear tall hats, but with dismay
I note the sandals I had banned;
Fair autumn came; oh, what a day!

The Mute Swan’s Song

Reflected on the water’s surface
lies the image of your familiar face.
Early swans glide majestically in single
file and I find myself transformed:

As one Mute Swan I now pass by
and softly croon my mournful song,
the only one before I die, then
to move onward to Swan Lake.

When you hear my parting song
by which you shall remember me,
while water spiders dart across
this liquid mirror in which I saw

Shooting Stars and Lovers

Ha-ha, Cupid, you prankish
little imp; with bow and arrows,
you fling random darts across the night sky.

Elderly lovers look at those
as falling stars, then make wishes—
keeping them from one another, thinking:
“I wish she was prettier . . . .”
“I wish he were handsomer . . . .”

There! that old couple is trying
To relive the past; he has his hand
beneath her skirt, and wishes. . . .
But he won’t tell his dear old mate
What he is wishing for—oh, no he won’t.

Forbidden Love...

As Dawn sleeps yet gently
The Night refuses to yield
Holding tightly to her breast
Protecting with his shield

A breath that's caught in throat
Caressing of her brow
A breeze that dries the dew
Night must be going now

Dawn wakes all sleepy eyed
Smiles a Mona Lisa smile
She answers quite dreamily
Yet, stay a little while

Nay, the Day has come for you
I cannot tarry now
We shall meet again in shadows
You have my solemn vow

A Day in Camelot

(Merlin’s Tale Pt. 1)

It was a day in the month of May
But not yet time for making hay.
Once more, the world was gay and bright
For every courtly lady and her gallant knight.

In Camelot, King Arthur married his young queen
And then they picnicked on the castle green,
Munching chicken thighs and mutton--
Wow! she proved to be a real glutton;

My Life

My Life

My life is just like the night sky.
All dark just small sparks of light.
Which is in no ones sight.
These sparks might mean something, but its too dark.
Its just too hard to think, so I let it sink.

My Life

My Life

My life is just like the night sky.
All dark just small sparks of light.
Which is in no ones sight.
These sparks might mean something, but its too dark.
Its just too hard to think, so I let it sink.

Parting ( an Aubade)

Stars are fading, night is waning,
to closure came the time between dusk
and dawn. Restless mockingbirds
sing burbling scales of love songs,
repeating those that we had sung
in happy evening hours.

I gaze at you this one last time
and whisper words of love
as softly as the morning breeze
that soon will carry me
from your doorsteps. But you are
asleep, you hear me not.

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