The night spreads its wings of darkness
across the heavens- above
as the moon's graceful light returns,
greeting the mistress earth,
joined by the clustered stars,
the twinkling diamonds of paradise,
listening to the song of the crickets
which breaks the silence
in the air.

The universe in all its glory,
home of the countless stars,
planets, big and small,
galaxies far and near,
is always expanding.

Each planet and star
rotating at their own speed,
move in their own orbit
some, a million light years away
their past being seen from earth

Here life and death
is a continuous cycle
as planets are born
or reduced, minuscule
by the great devourer.

A man's body shackled by sickness,
lying on the bed, weakened
but his mind can still be free
to dance in his fantasy,
to fly with the mighty eagles
looking at the world from above,
to explore the wonders of space
witness the birth of a planet
or to journey to the past
reviving the good times shared
with loving family and friends

The body may be imprisoned
but the mind is free

Homeplace (original)

I came upon a house today
though most of it had gone away
and left behind its mossy bones
of listing piers and cracked hearthstones

So I took a pause for pondering
in midst of random woodland wandering
to think of those who once lived there
where none go now but deer and hare.

My gaze took in a lonesome hollow
and found that it was bound to follow
up its course to a clear spring
which issued from a small stone ring

my adjectives caressed her nouns
my adverbs followed her actions closely
and with a keen sense of direction,
my prepositions tracked and guided
her every placement and position
but, by her lackadaisical use of punctuation
I misread her meaning completely
now I am just another unreferenced pronoun
replaced by him , a dangling clause

A man with sandals and flowing robes
was walking in the snow
A sleigh pulled up and Santa said;
“Jesus, where you go?”

Jesus said;
“Why Santa, how do you know my name?”

Santa said;
“I know you, our goals are quite the same”

Jesus says; “I do not see
how gifts, can save at all?”

“You got some, on your birthday
I believe I do recall...”

“Giving shows how much you care
if you sacrifice”

“Santa, some folks think the best one
is the one with the biggest price!”

turquoise makes me laugh
isn't that odd!

I said that out loud once
someone said, "me, too"

I ran

...the end

I yelled, "look out!"
she turned to the window

idioms are hard for novice English speakers
but, it panned out
there was a fawn on the porch

she said the bump on her head didn't hurt too much

...the end

kids are funny

I asked the neighbor hood boys
not to play in the garden
they did anyway
I asked them to not litter
they did anyway

poetry is a rant all dressed up in
co-ordinated colors and accessories
proper, respectful, no spitting allowed

a thug in a tux

passion, hog tied under a cumberbund
patent leather jack boots, squeaking
tip toes stepping lightly in prancy dances
dissing, with diction and precision,
the hoi polloi's rendition of "how it be"

affected pretensions
honored with sap, and toasted high
while peeping enviously
at the naked and raw rants
of a raging and unkempt belligerent

drape your cold around my shoulders
squint my eyes, daring dark
pound your thunder into my moan
brazen my heart with lightning bolts

temper me mean
stoic, and hard

aloof from this
quiet desperation

The silence of the night broken
by a joyous Christmas carol
and the sound of santas' bells ,
bringing cheer to the world.
In the warm Christian houses
families gather,bearing gifts.
The air filled with joyful laughter,
beautiful moments are conceived

Outside an old man walks alone,
peering at their christmas trees,
wishing that he had a home.
The cold winter chills his poor bones
he heads to a nearby shelter
where others like him seek refuge
from the unforgiving weather.