Our Paradise

Hi all,

I've been away from blogging a few days, and I'm so glad to share my latest poem with all of you:

We owe ourselves nothing
Except the pleasure
Of joy and silence
Wrapped in our blanket
Of darkened stars

Or we can kiss
The edges of the moon
Gaze reverential
Into each other's eyes
Relax in the pool
Of our paradise

Reciprocate (O.S.I.)

Hi all, This poem is written for O.S.I. and the theme this week is reciprocate.

Sun and moon
Reciprocates light
Full and radiant
In blue dotted skies
Waiting to rise and sleep
And rise again
Crowning the earth
In continual splendor

Unwatered Garden

Hi all,

This is a poem I wrote reflecting life's many hardships and the quest for peace.

I will not water you today
Or tomorrow
I will not water you
With my sorrows
I’ve borrowed
The last of myself
Tears no longer
Give themselves freely

I’ve extended myself too far
I’ve rummaged my soul too deep
Let the murmuring cease
Let the dry places reap
Let the heavens care for you
Nurture you from her spring

I’ll tend to myself
Let the roots sink deep
And sigh into the sun
Dipping light into me

Humility (O.S.I.)

Hi all,

I am posting this for O.S.I. The theme is humility.

Singular being
Gazing up at the sun
Finding the earth beneath her
Baking and warm
Infinite wind in each direction
Pulling the hairs on her head
Universal poem to be read
The earth turns in the bluest of seas
Her self centered world sped away
Indebted to the spirit of humility

Evening (O.S.I.)

Hi bloggers,
I am writing this poem for O.S.I. The theme this week is evening.

He carried the evening
In his arms
The glory of the moon
And the heavenly stars
She opened her palms
Embraced the great night
Beautiful, black ebony
Milky Way swimming and bright

I Have A Dream

Hi all,


This poem is dedicated to Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. and his awe inspiring legacy. May we find ways to pursue freedom, understanding, and peace.

Stream of humanity

Blood and sweat, he toiled

In the mind, he conceived

A dream birthed in love

In the highest courts of freedom

Marching in triumphant victory

In our hearts we speak

I have a dream

Comb (O.S.I)

Hi all,

This poem is written for O.S.I. and the theme this week is comb. The winter storm has inspired my latest work.

She combs the snow
From her hair
Lets it shake
In soft mounds
Of white
Chilly frost
Against her ears
Jack Frost’s
Lovely breath

Pours a cup
Of hot chocolate
Lips puckered
Inhaling cocoa
Soothing steps
A liquid bath
Seductive splash
Chocolate dash

Winter's Children

Winter's children
Atop snow peaks
Snowy angels
With blue cheeks
We seek
Woolly lambs
Dressed in fleece
Icicle candy cane
Sculptured doe
Our wonderland
Rivals the North Pole
Snow babies
With snowball heads
Sound asleep
In winter's bed

Eight Maids

Hi all,

I've written this poem for the eighth day of Christmas: Eight Maids A-Milking. Each day poses a unique challenge, and I've noticed some are a bit random. Milking Maids as a gift? Well, here's my poem : )

Milking maids
In eights
Run against
The udder
Milk as smooth
As silk
Drifting down
The bucket
Churning butter
Sweating brow
Hard day’s work

Night of Beauty

Hi bloggers,

This is a new poem I wrote inspired by the beauty and joy of the universe.

A night of beauty
In the mystic sky
An amber rose
Lit like the moon
Entices your nose to dip
Full, encircling like the eclipse
Velvet arms of midnight
Guide me towards twinkling stars
However high, however far
What a night of beauty

Teenage Hero

Hi bloggers,

This is a free style poem I wrote. I hope you enjoy!

In the midnight
Of his adolescence
The preponderance
To sit still
On the windowsill
Of remembrance
Mirror of disgust
An awkward lust
To thrust
His teenage mind
Into the future
Disguise his angst
His pimply face
Four eyed geekness
Without a trace
Suave Clark Kent
Down a descent
Perchance a hero
Erase the zero
Manifesto of mind
He hits rewind
Within he is bold
The chapter unfolds

Fancy (O.S.I.)

Hi all,

This poem is written for O.S.I. The theme this week is fancy.

It would please her
To permeate his skin
In deep rose and dusk
Her love satiated
By the gravity of lips and touch
How she fancied the evening
Starlit nightingales
And the moon
An island for two
The wind their orchestra
Universe etched in their names
But oh his incessant games!
Unromantic, unrepentant fool
He sleeps, growls, and drools
Candlelight for the lonely heart
She bottled the evening
Extinguished yearning after dark

Worthy Being

Worthy of time and love
Union of silence and peace
Be still world
As the ease of being
Lulls the universe
To sleep…

If earth and land
Sky and sea
Can rest and rise
Be still and be

Sugar Licking Lilly

Hail Ms. Sugar Licking Lilly

She's a sweet tooth for gingerbread men

Eyes swimming in ice cream

Devouring whole a jar of strawberry jam

She drinks black coffee or vanilla bean

Stirring in chocolate bars and licorice

Bathes in ice water and sweetened tea

Pleasing herself with jars of jelly beans and jolly ranchers

Proud nightingale of the Easter Parade

Goddess of sugar flowers and cadbury eggs

Mountain of sweetness on display

She's Willy Wonka's madame, Sugar Licking Lilly

The Passing (O.S.I.)

Hi bloggers,

This week's O.S.I prompt is The Passing. I used the poetic form quatern for this piece.

Light smiles...sunset’s lips are passing
Swept in summer’s dream, lovers gaze
The wind gives a generous swing
Lifting hearts when the sun pours in


Rise and stretch on tomorrow’s back
Light smiles...sunset’s lips are passing
Soak in the clouds, dew swept in blue
The ease of life served on a spoon

Love is kindled in nature’s arms
Heat and air rising with the tides
Light smiles...sunset’s lips are passing
Vivid colors peek-a-boo skies

Wrapped in the cloak of starry night
Eyes beheld the lone shooting star
Lovers weary rest their eyes above
Light smiles...sunset’s lips are passing

All of Me

All of me
In your outstretched arms
All of me
In the gaze of moon and stars
All of me
Wrapped in your silhouette
All of me
In sultry pirouettes
All of me
In your dreamy eyes
All of me
In the sun kissed skies
All of me
Against your lips
All of me
In lungful dips
A present of the heart
All of me

O.S.I.: Empty

Hello all,

This week's O.S.I. theme is empty.

Alas, the hour is spent
Dipped in red roses and wine
Evening rustles her purple veil
Rising in the starlit sky
When love surrenders
Tumbling in fragrant sheets
Intertwined in a thirsty embrace
Till the cup is empty

I Know Not Why

I know not why
Her eyelids lie
Perpendicular to her cheeks
Which casts a line
To a choir of tears
She hums but does not speak

I know not why
The moon is mine
Engaging eyes
His gaze is fine
I’d kiss his crown
Till sun goes down
Dawn’s song is slow and meek

I know not why
The world is full
Of candy sweetened rain
My tongue leaps out
Down the water spout
A blissful springtime fling

Connoisseur (O.S.I.)

Hi bloggers,

This is posted for O.S.I. The theme for this week is connoisseur.

He is humorous and sublime
High off air and life
Tasted the rain of the Everglades
And licked his sweat in South America

Made love to sunset’s stunning face
Drunk off rivers of the sea
He napped in blue sky canopies

Heart wide as the African sun
Darkens with the universe above
Beguiled by Alps and snow queens
Imprisoned by mountains and sea beasts

He returns with his poor, sweet face
The children happily embrace
Our connoisseur of the world

Barriers

We build barriers
With our words
Cast them high
Upon our tongues
And the silence
Between us
Coils like a river
How long
Can we hide
Behind these walls?

Should the walls
Crumble beneath us
Dare we converse?