Three Dimensional

Three Dimensional

One line runs
continuously
on a narrow path
as far as the eye can see
until it broadens with breadth
advancing widely
stopping so hastily
continuing upward
bounding with height
surging onward
ever so vertically
til it slowly dips
diving downard
plunging with depth
still growing
moving hastening
its dimensions
ever so cubically

April Whispers-May Daze

April Whispers-May Daze

I whispered into her ear
hopelessly, in wistful undertone
But she quickly turned away
evanesced before my eyes
My words never reaching
her inner ear fade softly
into May daze

An April PAD Song

An Assembled symphony
An April PAD song
A sensational vibration
Thirty days long
Reverberating
Immensely
Still echoing
Bounding
Reflecting
Traveling
Carried
Through
Wind
Distancing
As
an
Echoed
Word
Flown
Yet
Still
heard

Ella Muse

Ella Muse



She comes
to visit
unnoticed
creeps
leaves
without
saying
goodbye
sometimes
she
comes
arrayed
in red
clothing
sexy
charming
alarming
sometimes
she's
full
of
choice
words
sentiment
over
flowing
confident
other
times
she's
hardly
there
uncomely
bashful
lacking
but the
reality
is
sometimes
she
doesn't
show
at
all

April Goodbyes

April Goodbyes


Alright.
I'm ready.
Lips pursed,
Puckered steady.
Kiss me...
Goodbye April PAD.

The Trouble is keeping the Fire going

The Trouble is keeping the Fire going



Who is the author of this April PAD ardor?
With combustible talent, just who could be the starter?
Not in concurrent flames existing that burn side by side
But of collective spirit enkindled, conveying collaborative stride 
Daily prompts, daily poets, daily cheer, daily views
A sightly thirty day ignition and fruition of muse
What emission, transmission revealed in each hued ember
Every poet inflamed, incinerates precious poetical timber 
Another April PAD at the cusp, of yet another glamorous end
The only treasured thoughts are...next year can we do it again?

Transformation

Transformation


Somewhere in the night
I morphed into a sloth;
Dim blackened eyes,
Woolly-haired three toed beast.
Lanky arms slither-n-slide across the bed
With slack hand releasing
The snooze button... again.

The Good Old Days

The Good Old Days


Simply no longer in the
limelight of any sort of sport
Unless you include chasing kids
before bath and bedtime.
Laid waste as the day draws
nearer to forty
than in the beginning

Now I contemplate
the hustle and bustle
of the good ol' days;
the days of old,
which were new
back then...

It was growth like a beanstalk
evergreen, with lasting foliage
dashing down the court
contesting every shot
dodging the potholes

Posting up in the paint
Ascending for the rebound
Now I hardly leave the ground
My feet pain of fasciitis

My knees scream retire
Nothing left in these old tires
The air of youth has rescinded
From this old vehicle
And the weight born
Wears with every mile

Ashes

Ashes     (anti-love poem)


It was nothing less than
your hazardous double-edged
discernment that hacked us into pieces.

Our lingering hopes were shredded
by your serrated attitudes.
Our marriage, was irreconcilably minced.

Our union reduced to sawdust;
clambered in the wind
and scattered like chaff.

Addled Attraction

Addled Attraction


I love your sass
And sarsaparilla hips
Luscious, dark raven locks
Sauced, glistening lips
Those thick thunderous thighs
With nothing left undisguised
But only to your surprise
Do I say, do you love me?

Pillow Talk

Pillow Talk


Mmmm...
Just another minute...
I definitely don't want to leave you.
With you, I'm so comfortable.
Deluded by buoyant embrace.
So, so drawn to your softness, cuddlesome character.
When I'm with you, I'm weightless.
And my cozen bones whisk away...

Miss Morning

Miss Morning




In the womb of the dawn
Morning awakens
With fierce arising
From the depths of night unkept
With bounteous hope in her ray
Gathering spring in her step
Splashing emergent newness
Nascent quickening day
Scattering darkness
Piercing forest, leaf, limb
Fully pacing, hastening her way
Racing for miles
Smiling and giving smiles away

Supplier of Life

Supplier of Life


Precious is the heart
the invigorating muscle of the human body
Constantly handling our life blood
day in, day out

Effortlessly dispensing
the precious life juice
to every cell in need
fostering growth, function

Precious is the heart, the enduring ox
that only knows to labor
showing no tire
knowing no fatigue

The Time will Come

The Time will Come

The end is near
at the doors
the end of life
as we know it
the end of strife
as we show it
the end is near
for the proud
the low, the naughty
the time will arise
for the humble
arrogant, the haughty
the time will come
and the sun will shine
with rays of healing
in His wings
these are true words

Forest Tree Menu

Forest Tree Menu


Black Cherry "Cordial"
"Delicious" Dogwoods
Orange "Sherbet" Oak
"Lemon" Spruce
"Double Chocolate" Rocky Mountain Birch
Yellow "Pineapple" Spruce
Australian "Pecan" Pine
"Blueberry" Beech
Rum Cherry "Coke"
Custard Apple "Tart"
Big-leaf Maple "Syrup"
Black Walnut "Bon Bons"
Cinnamon Oak "Bars"

Spring Stampede

Spring Stampede

Resurgent foliage
Populates the fruitful bough
Overcrowding trees harboring
Rich growth, expanding free
Rising tide of the ocean spring
In luminous astral green

Immortal Evergreen

Immortal Evergreen

He was such a tiny sapling
Tinged with youth
Inexperienced
Vulnerable
Exposed to the elements

But like his predecessors
His roots prevailed
Seizing the earth
Beneath deepening
His post fixed
Into immortal evergreen
Perennial paradise

Slivered Shades

Slivered Shades

Quickened silhouettes
Spin in concert
In slivered shades of reality
Mirroring self
While in the ray
If those blessed streams of light
Dismiss their presence
The silhouettes mist
And our dark shadow
Becomes reality

PLEASANT STILLNESS

PLEASANT STILLNESS

My boy, so stunningly resistant
This perky child simply refuses to sleep
My own flesh and blood
Adorably defiant
Makes constant nonsensical shrieks
Powered by youth
These resilient rabbits
Bounding, breaking every waking rule
Have elastic will
Perfectly capable and well intended to rule
But every day the same, is well measured
In the end, every child subdued, simply just lies still

BESTSELLER

BESTSELLER




She was elderly, greyed with wisdom
Silvered with life experiences
He, on the other hand, was a young lad,
A timid little sapling moist with morning's fresh dew
His leaflets unfurled, His buds blossoming anew
These two met in a home for seniors who immediately 
Struck an affinity for one another's company
She was aphasic, robbed of the spoken word
From a previous stroke that left 
It's impression upon her speech
Which was largely garbled and unintelligible at best
But they always were on the same page and never missed a beat
He understood her furrowed brow, her lively gestures, her brilliant index
Most importantly, he understood her heart
So they lived, they loved, they laughed
And boy, did they laugh
The boy had many friends and acquaintances there in that home
But She was always His favorite read
They had a grand old time whenever they were together
Day by day, page by page they had many chapters 
And together they wrote a bestseller