Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Butterfly (Haiku)

Hi bloggers,

Here is a new haiku for you.  Thanks for the inspiration over at Carpe Diem :

February soars
In blue, majestic waters
With spring on her wings

Sunday, February 24, 2013

The Smiling Monarch

Part I.

I see her smile upon the wall
My unknown beauty, could she be
The queen, the holy monarch
An unknown pearl in the bed of my dreams
I wake up, it is Monday
My work phone rings but I am gone
To see the familiar walking path
Where the art gallery gleams upon the sun
Poor fellow, they remark, and whisper with their eyes
To behold a man enraptured with a frame
But the mysterious woman, she is mine
Oil on canvas, glow in her cheeks
She comes alive in me

Part II.

Days of the week
Are all the same
They shepherd me
From activity to activity 
Though every Monday
A kind fellow
Blows kisses at me
Signed the Queen

Written for O.S.I. (Monday) and Sunday Scribblings (Monarch)

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Ticket To Her Soul

Hi all,

I am writing for O.S.I. and Sunday Scribblings.  The themes are ticket and embroidery.  The style is written in Lanturne form. 

Leaves poems
A ticket
Into her soul

In the dark
Her box of things

Calls her name
Stitches a rose

Sunday, February 17, 2013

Sugar & Iceberg (Haiku)

Hi all,

I have written a pair of haiku for Haiku Heights and Carpe Diem.  The themes are sugar and iceberg.

Two lumps, please
With your croissant smile
Sugar bliss

Break the ice
My crystal island
Has a heart

Saturday, February 16, 2013

The Daughters of Aman (Part I)

Hi bloggers,

On February 15, 2009, I embarked on the journey of blogging. Four years later, I am blessed and thankful for the creative inspiration to keep writing today.  Thanks for all the comments, views, and followers over the years.  It's been awhile since I shared a short story on this site.  I hope you enjoy my latest work.

Lord Aman possessed great fortune.  His wealth was so great that all the men envied and admired him save the king.  Now the king had also sent for Aman as he was very wise.  And the king divided a portion of his kingdom and left one under his jurisdiction. Moreover, the people hailed Aman as favorable and just, but the king had seized all the taxes and revenue from him.  

"My good man, do not cheat the king!  But give what is rightfully his."

"Your majesty, you have taken all the money without cause.  Am I not worthy of my share," Aman cried.  

The king was wroth by his reply and threw him in the dungeon. Aman lived in utter darkness for five years.  Only Aman's three daughters came to look upon him.  They alone were Aman's strength and comfort.  

Gabriella, the eldest, possessed her mother's eyes, which were gray and heavy as the sky before a storm.  She granted her father strength and sweet sustenance.  Amielle, his second daughter, kept him abreast of the outside world and gave him great knowledge.  Milliana, the youngest, whispered in his ears like a song bird.  Her presence made his soul merry.

On the anniversary of Aman's imprisonment, his daughters prepared a feast and adorned themselves in silk and gold.  

"Ah, my angels," Aman laughed.  "What manner of greeting is this?"

"Papa, we are here today to restore honor to thy name," Gabriella declared.

"Am I not in chains and cast in darkness?  Did you bring weapons to break me out," and Aman thoroughly rebuked his daughters.  

"Nay, papa.  Listen to Gabriella," Amielle reasoned.  "For we have planned thy escape for five years."

"Nonsense! Return home and cause no more trouble.  For I have accepted my fate.  God should have blessed me with sons."

"You are more blessed to have daughters," Milliana whispered with a kiss.  Then, the girls placed shawls over their heads and departed.  

To Be Continued...

Thursday, February 14, 2013

Courting Night

The courting night
Humbly asks one question:
Be my Valentine 

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Classic Night

The scent of rain in the morning 
Hurry love
The bustle of rush hour traffic
Get home
Valentine rose for your hair
Red muse
Slow dancing at candlelight
Here's looking at you, kid
Classic Night

Inspired By Imaginary Garden & Casablanca

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Romance After Dinner

Yellow tiles and silverware
Come, let me play with your hair
The patrons glance but I don't care
There's only room for two

Come, let me play with your hair
My heart's on a plate and tastes of strawberries
There's only room for two
Your eyes make music like violins

My heart's on a plate and tastes of strawberries
An engagement ring floats in a flute glass
Your eyes make music like violins
Joy to kiss your lips all night

Artwork By Joseph Lorusso

Written For The Mag & O.S.I.

Friday, February 8, 2013

Sakura (Haiku)

Hi all,

I am writing the following poem for Carpe Diem and the theme is Sakura ( a Japanese folk song celebrating spring).

Bright daughter
Waltzes in winter
Singing spring

New blossoms
Christen in fragrance
Life anew

A song of beauty
Notes on trees

Thursday, February 7, 2013

Shadowy Sky

Cloak of raven
Lifts her veil 
Into the sky
Black cherry eyes
Trail of velvet
Greeting sunlight

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

My New Store Has Launched!

Hi bloggers,

I am excited to announce my new store has launched at  Zazzle is a wonderful place to express your creativity.  Currently, I have Valentine cards for that special someone.

My store can be found here:

More to come!  Thanks for stopping by!

Monday, February 4, 2013

Pride & Joy (Haiku)

Hi all,

The following haiku is written for Haiku Heights and Carpe Diem:

Pride and joy
A nest of eggs born
Mama sings

Do re mi
Song bird's soft greeting
My heart soars

Sunday, February 3, 2013

Charisma on a Morning Train

Hi bloggers,

The following poem is written for O.S.I. and Carry on Tuesday:

The sun shines with kisses
And the yellow light spells your name
You came in on a morning train
With words that sang of spring

How did you know my life was winter
And my clothes smelled of wood
From long blizzard nights and cabin fever

You have more charisma than a rooster
Who swoons the hens from a hot tin roof
As you whisper in my ear:
Fear not for the future
Weep not for the past

I recite the verses in my heart
Release them as sparrows into the clouds
And they return as bountiful stars
To light my darkest nights

Friday, February 1, 2013

Stare Down

Stare down
Man-made vs. Nature's way
Steel and concrete
A wise, ancient tree
Earth the master
Skyscraper its pupil

Happy Sky Watch