Thor and His Minions

Red dawn,
Like ions burning in a cauldron of Hades,
Plastered against the climbing cumulus,
Their bottoms lined up like an army of night,
With camoflauge of cyan and and white,
Pitted against the coming day.
Gathered as ghosts of ancient Greece,
Arrayed like infranty on battlefields of fleece,
A lone abode, stolid at their feet,
Ten thousand to 1, the odds on this day.
The house all quiet, ready the fray,
All are sleeping unaware of the play
Unaware of impending war.
Clashing and clanking of ghostly spears,
None but those with souls can feel the tears,
The ranks upon ranks of these hairy trolls of hell.
Look toward the blackened and baleful third world,
See towared the snarling whorl,
With muted whispers and excited shouts,
Invisible battle arrays about.
A land of the sky,
Where angels and demons, And fairytales fly,
Fantasy, and children and kittens play,
Peter and his pirates,
Daniel and his den,
Thor and his minions for an hour a day

When God Stepped Down

Like fire from a mountain,
The clouds mounted the sky,
The sun broke through them,
Without asking why,
A torrent of air,
With moisture in tow,
Bullied the column,
As if it were snow.
You could see them,
The shapes and the flowing robes,
Flashing in the sun,
With hearts pounding,
Vaporous boulders ready to blow,
Like dynamite without sound,
Imagine lightning without thunder.
My eyes glowed from exhiliration,
My hands clenched with anticipation,
I could scream in fear;
But not miss this moment,
When God stepped down and left me glowing!!!

The Kiss Never Happened

You were the faint sight on a far off isle,
Your hair blowing wild in the salty ocean breeze,
The apparition I wanted to grasp for my own,
The woman....the one I knew I'd never see

I would clutch in the enveloping darkness,
A pretty ghost with a faintly mocking but enchanting smile
A siren for which I would gladly give the world
Because you had becalmed my ship with guile

I cared not that it would be fatal
Nor a whit that I'd drink to death, alone and apart;
I could never wrench you from my mind,
Because you had already taken my heart

It was a mystery of infinite beauty,
A woman without compare
The oceans could not contain you
No chains would bind you here

You were free to leave on the evening wind
The tide could take you anywhere,
But you lingered as if you had mouthed an excuse
To touch my face with a kiss we shared

Now it seems that the kiss never happened
And I look as a man in a devil's trance
No embrace is left for me to treasure now
No trace of the woman or that wondrous dance

Tomorrow, Please Don't Come

Yesterday, was like sand,
already gone through the pipette of the hourglass,
precious moments for two,
spent with love and care,
words to soften life's blows,
and embraces to touch.

Today, was like the lift,
of a early June breeze
the scent of roses in the air,
an afternoon on the sands of South Padre.
making spiritual love through
eyes of gentleness,
a soft touch of a finger on my cheek,
the happy voice of my loved one.

Tomorrow, please don't come so quick
I am enjoying today
for it's eternal joy and the cheek of my lover.

Soup Is Warming on the Stove

My friend, you are about to embark,
On an adventure of friendship,
The likes of which you have never seen.
This group of happy miscreants,
Is a family of unprecedented love...
Like a well tempered coven of brothers and sisters.
You don't have to earn your way,
Or prove your mettle with this or that....
You will find that the chocolate,
Is hot and plentiful,
The coffee smooth,
Cookies are always to your liking,
Crisp or chewy,
And the kitchen is large enough for one more.
Soup is warming on the stove,
And you will find,
Sooner or later,
I am in a corner for some wisecrack or other...
All in good taste,
But momma Kathy,
Has a wonderful dry sense of humor,
And loves a good laugh.
Bring your hat and coat,
Prepare for fun chats around the table.

Gingerbread House

Snows lies on my fence,
Like crisp vanilla frosting,
Thick, sugary, creamy white.
Each slat in the fenceline,
Like a milk chocolate bar,
A fairy tale complete,
With a fantasy gingerbread house.

Little Boy Draw

Drawing girls on the back window,
Like dreaming on a frosted glass
Fancy fingers with softened insight
Life will pass him all too fast.

Her Laundry

Her laundry left o'ernight to dry
became the object of a falling sky,
She knew at once what to do,
but left the chore for him to pursue...
Can't say as I blame her!

God Forsooth

Startled sun,
Thicket of branches,
Barring me from god pursuit,
May I thread the tangled wood,
Touch the orb, god forsooth

Face Upon a Wall

Face upon a wall look down,
Find my isnificant self below,
I would the artist mind to probe
Find his soul, find the lode.

Color Wheel

Like colored filters and liquid sun,
My mind remembers; soul undone,
My heart enjoins the color wheel,
Yellow, green, and reddened still

Azure Dropped

Crystal of nature built,
scattered through the petal's tilt,
Yellow bright to tease my eye,
Azure dropped from lilting sky

Ancient House

Ancient frame like ancient house,
Left to nature and squeaking mouse,
I passed this way, to see the sight,
Left with image and inner light

Piny Woods

The sun set in the piny woods,
Softly glowing sky,
I'd rise to meet you if I could,
But wishing leaves me teary eyed...

Three Inches!

Street is a torrent now,
Three inches of water log,
If I were to blame the sky,
He might turn and spit in my eye!

Can't See My Way at All

The water drops,
The rain falls,
Can't see my way at all,
But I'll be ok,
As long as I look,
With a mind to see,
Each dewy nook.

A Few Tiny Flowers

Dedicated to my friend Jozef....

The softened yellow against a sea of dark blue,
Makes me wonder how the sky ever broke through,
To make this tiny miracle of a buttery hue,
Just a few tiny flowers against a sea of blue....

It Was August

It was August of ’72, and summer was ending
The night before had seen the moon,
Watching over lovers in their embraces
Like the end of the world had come too soon.
Something told me that this evening
Was the last I’d see of my love
With the light fading; the sand cooling
I turned and embraced a heavenly dove
With the stars exploding,
and the earth trembling,
the twilight showed our faces in blue,
but it was anything but blue,
anything but sadness
as we split crimson rays with our kiss.
The ground stopped moving,
The sun kept setting,
And her face faded in the mist.
But my mind is taken each day at sunset
To that angel, that God let me kiss.

Dreams

Dedicated to Corina Daniela Obertas...
Her sunrise...
http://outdoors.webshots.com/album/562150910eQCkOV

When I look at a sunrise, I think of Africa,
With its Hemingway Skies, and its grasses beneath
The glow and the clouds, relieve a city's dark crush;
Unfold my soul and release me to the sky.
I look at yours, and I see the dream,
I see the sparkle and I see the gleam....
Burn that bridge that would let you turn back,
Dream of wings and then take flight....
nothing but dreams can inspire you,
nothing but dreams can drive you on,
nothing but dreams can lift you to light,
nothing but dreams are enough tonight.

Sun Peep

Sun peeps through the lowering clouds,
Touching the peaks of the snow capped mounts,
I rise to the sight of a mystical day,
Light and shadow and magic in mind,
Soul frolicking in kind.

Yellow, The Moon

Yellow the moon that dark night,
taking my soul into its orbiting flight,
reminding me of love, yet unrequited,
silent and imposing, marked and unknighted,
sadly it marches across that deep sky,
with hearts, and love, trailing the baleful eye.
Sadly, I turned my face away,
lest I be one of the hearts flayed.
Desire, imagination, tenderness undiscovered,
what future is there with love unsatisfied.
My hope, will strain its leash,
My best friend, love and peace.

Heart and Soul

I was motoring to work in the driving rain,
Remembering the softness of your lips again,
Making promises in my head that I'd kiss you,
until it made the world stop.....

Your gentle eyes against the pillow white,
I wonder how the angels aren't envious tonight,
and the one thing I know for sure,
Is the beauty you possess,
Just drives me wild,

You've got my heart and soul tonight,
It's just a moment from my mind's delight,
And there's no way I want to leave,
The heaven in your eyes......

The Brass Plaque and Naught Else

It was early morn, in 1885,
I was out for the air,
Bled Lake by my side.
Through the soup like mist,
I saw the distant and faint spire,
Like a proud lighthouse,
Without its morning fire.
It was shrouded, to be sure,
But not without view,
And the land it stood on,
Embellished its height anew.
The fog lifted slightly,
And the island I could spy,
With glows here and there,
From windows through the still darkened trees.
My breath caught a moment and I could envision,
A damsel peering out,
Across the rippled sea.
Hair black as night,
And piled across her shoulder,
Like the moss on the rocks,
Thick and rich and flowing.
The water of the narrows,
Was pink form the sun,
But, blue from the lingering night,
And I scarce could take it in,
Without rubbing my eyes.
Shadowed though the island was,
And terrible in portent,
It contrasted that,
With romance and madness.
Rowing with all my might,
Poor though that was,
I sweated my way to the rocky shore.
I threaded my way up the pebbly bank,
To further glimpse the maiden I'd seen.
A man though I am,
And glad of a comely woman,
I was tense as if,
By my presence, she'd be gone,
In the flash of a moment.
Finally, puffing,
I emerged from the trees,
There she was, standing, still,
Looking to see.
I laughed though I admired,
For the beauty she surely possessed,
A statue, a momument,
brass plaque and naught else.

So Many Miles

I wanted to tuck your forehead,
beneath my cheek
feel your lashes brush my throat
sense you breathe against my chest
I wanted to feel your neck
pulsate to our love
feel your heart beating
on the other side of your breast
I wanted to put my lips to yours
and feel the heavens
spin around and around
for no reason at all
I wanted to caress your fingers
and feel that softness
from the tenderness in your hands
as we whirled about our nest
I wanted to feel your hips
against me as we danced
in reckless abandon,
through the thickness of the night
But you are there,
and I am here, and it's miles before we meet
so many miles before we meet......

Why, Oh, Why is Love so Powerful?

I see her in the morning dark,
and want to crawl back in bed,
to feel her warm skin against me
her fragrance to fill my head.
Terrible the sense that I must leave
like work is some kind of awful god
It tears the the bond I feel this morning
And cruelly on our love it trod.
I kiss and kiss again
For I may not return home
Who knows what awaits me
On the lonely way I roam.
God did not create us,
To stop with loving this way.
He made us to be together
And I hurt from each parting, every day
How can I bear this,
I see your eyes as I drive
How much hurt can I walk through
How much pain before I fall.
Trembling I forge forward
Why, oh, why is love so powerful?

Rose Bud

Curled against the chill,
The bud huddled as well as it might,
Atop the thin but sturdy stem,
Against the encroaching night,
Petals held tightly together,
Leaves trapping a little heat,
You could imagine,
Stem, stamping its rose feet
Suddenly appeared,
An admiring eye,
A gentle artistic soul,
Hand quick with lens and light
The rose stood tall
With pride and patience
The camera flashed,
The near hushed, hurried dance.
The night closed in once more
The little flower,
Tingled in the wind
Time marched past
The bud, curled against the chill

Romance

Today, I realized that what I thought was romance
was just two people living as friends under a roof
A pleasant home, with generally a happy dance
We started wtih that, then children came
And gradually, the glue cracked and ...air took its place
Romance grew old and antique yellow
It wasn't the pretty rose or the hotter red
It seems that romance
Has joined the tattered wedding dress

Friend from a Purple Cloud

Dedicated to my cowriter, and friend, Corina Daniela Obertas

It was Tuesday morning, the middle of fall
I was surfing through albums and photos and all
I was wandering in my fingers, my mind was flat
I saw this image on a website, of flowers and plants
Some one had a green thumb and a garden of eden
How could they do this with the weather getting grim
I poked around and looked and saw this smile
I swear it was sunshine and happiness and joy for miles
Most people you don’t think of as angels right off
But this one, this girl looked like she just dropped from a cloud
I returned to the picture of the garden again,
Some of the things she’d shot from here and then
I sent her a note, about friendship and shots
Wasn’t too sure what would happen or not
You never know how you’ll be perceived,
But you sure won’t know unless you believe
Wasn’t long before she replied back
Like she was a neighbor just down the street
Puzzled and pleased and confused by the smile
I sure pondered the niceness for a great while
How can anyone be that nice and caring
Gentle and kind, and sweet and sharing
I sure wanted whatever she had
I wanted it, make no mistake about that
Man, a friend like this, you don’t find real soon
In fact, you may not find one as giving by day or moon.
Sometimes you’re hurt and no one understands
And she steps alongside to hold your hand
It’s not like other people wouldn’t work,
She just came and did it first
A friend will forgive you when no one else will
This one…this one came, her voice, hell couldn’t still
And I can remember the day that I fell and cried
She pulled me back and sat down beside.
My friend from a purple cloud,
With the heart of a lion, but voice soft, not loud

Flitter and Flutter

Dedicated to my friend, Corina, who gave me the idea...

The flitting and flutter
And flashing of wings,
The color of a canvas
With plenty of paint.
Splashed and stroked,
And touched by a master,
This fellow carried his art
Like it didn't matter!
I watched him as he wobbled
From one flower to another
Seemed he wasn’t content
Sniffing this bud or that nector.
He’d alight delicately on a petal
With magical dancing feet
As if to follow the drum
Of a mystical drum beat.
This was a fine day for watching
With just warmed sun
Like the dawn of a red sky
With clouds just having fun
The leaves of my shrubs
Reaching once more the orb
It’s burning not yet arrived
Yet proclaiming its domain as lord
The butterfly flew on,
Content with the pursuit
Of daisies and roses,
Even a dandelion or two
Finally, on his mission complete
He flew off around my head
As if to say, you silly man
You only have two feet!

Paddie

We had a visitor the other day, didn't come in the usual way.
He was so dimunitive, he quite fell in to the pool!
He thought for a moment that the water was grand,
But soon wished for solid, dry land.
A hedge hog isn't made for swimming pools;
It wasn't something they'd taught him in school.
His little face was passive,
But inside his heart was pounding, his feet quite active!
Not to fear, this house,
Who's hostess is turned to love of smallish beings,
Rescued little Paddie from this ignominious dunking.
Inside, in the arms of his new heorine,
He, now exhausted, fell to sleep.
She laid him to sleep in the cat's soft bed,
And he lay quite still in teh tufts of the quilt.
It wasn't long before he awoke with some measure of curiosity,
Padding the house with pomposity.
The story of how he came to the state of musical genius
Is a story I'll have to nab from his hostess.
I hear she's done rescues and restorations like this before!!
White and black keys....my wondering mind pursued...
A little of this sound and some of that,
Like peanut butter and lip smacks....
Satisfying and playful,
Long as you desire...
One note, two notes, a magical musical fire!
A genius is born, and he needs not be big,
He's got the pitch in his mind,
And the will to succeed!
How did God come up with a being so small,
When most of the world around is so darn tall!
Tell you what, a droll idea,
We'll take him to Concerts and excercize his ears...
A set of strings, the bark of horns,
The ping of chimes and My Sweet Lord!
Paddie loves this new world so far from the hedge...
With music to enjoy, why return to his bed?

Such a Smile!

Through the woods, I tread one day,
the leaves crackling underfoot.
I wondered as I passed,
why I needed those hiking boots.
Then happened, as wondrous suprises always do,
I arrived at a hillocks edge.
The pebbles tumbled down,
I feared I’d made my last step!
A vista of land spread before me,
with valleys and hills, and clouds.
I gasped, my heart paused,
my breath caught aloud.
Barely a breeze, but O, the art,
The panorama lay for miles!
The sight rose as if a movie shot,
Now left me….with such a smile!

Bright Star

By Ramona

You shine like a bright star at night,
I look at it, but see you!
Like a twinkling eye.
Comfort from above,
"I am here not too far from you,
Sleep well you say,
And dream the sweetest dream "
What blessings come from heaven above?
Wherever I look,
I see the grace of God,
And you are there, held under His wings,
To send greetings all the way to me,
All through that twinkle in the sky

The Bug That was Mike!

A tree, a post, that bush rolling through the field,
I suspect it had a previous life it filled,
A mouse, a horse, or God forbid! A man!
Now I know I recognize,
The bug that was Mike,
Is the orchard where I stand!

Hoping For You

A memory not yet complete,
May only be a fantasy today,
As a reality not yet realized.
But the hope, whether answered in a few moments,
Or delayed for years,
Keeps the heart young, the thoughts loving,
And the anticipation sweet to the soul.
If not for hope, much of life would be,
The sad exercise of climbing the mountain,
Only to find nothing at the top.
Hope, is that for which you have faith,
Faith in a love, Faith in a God,
Faith that wll not die, because there is a rope,
Between the two, which held tight,
Reveals that there is someone at the other end,
Who is pulling it just as hard,
Hoping for you.

Remember Me

Oh, the twists and turns, have brought me here
The choice, the sins, the unfaced fears,
Faces in the dark, of the dark, behind the dark
Crusting and aging and destroying my heart.

Here I kneel, before the tomb,
One last time I crave the womb
The warmth that I left far behind,
Innocence lost, the devil reminds.

I would beg forgiveness, could I remember the words
I would ask the last chance, if I could just stop the world
The Thief mustered one last shuddering breath
Remember me, just before his death

Baloney!

I get tired each day of eating food just right
I get tired of my fiber count every night
I get tired of making sure the vitamins are there
And I sure get tired of my physician’s frowny stares

It’s impossible to eat just one baloney slice
It’s impossible as teaching lions to be nice
It’s impossible for boys not liking baloney pies
Thick chewy slices like my momma buys

There oughta be a committee, a baloney lobby
We could introduce a bill for kosher salami
There oughta be a law about baloney for cheap
Someone could invent a way to eat it in our sleep

So, I’ll have baloney for breakfast, Baloney for brunch
Baloney for my snacks and baloney for lunch
I’ll have baloney--any time that I feel
I’ll have baloney right now, baloney for every meal!

You May

You may not feel like a beautiful woman today,
But you are my angel
You may not like what you see in the mirror,
But you are a queen
You may not feel like you can make it through another hour,
But you are the sunshine to my day
You may be a small person in a big world,
But you are a tall willowy woman in mine
You may think that you’ll never accomplish much in life
But you have touched mine with heaven
One’s value should never be measured by feelings,
Although we all do, sometimes,
And have negative feelings about ourselves.
One person, every person,
Born on this earth is of such value,
That the creator of the universe,
Sent his one priceless child
To affirm your value to Him.
This isn’t a Christmas thought,
Or a poem to celebrate a day….
It’s my thoughts about you,
My appreciation for a friend….
My attempt, poor as it may be,
To let you know how wonderful you are

Siren's Song

Morning dawned crisp, cool, and fragrantly
I saw a strong young child lying in a meadow thus contentedly
The bright green grass waved hypnotically
Even I was lulled into tranquility

As the sun rose, the child stood to play,
arms outstretched; ecstatic day!
touching end of twirling green fingers.
The plants caressed his young skin
They seemed to say
“Oh, son of man, join us today!”

His face answered with a delighted smile,
I’ll stay, but just a little while
I’ve mountains to climb, trails to hike, valleys to explore.
If I stay too long, I may not leave forevermore.

The he played and played the morning long
That finally he forgot the young explorer’s song
He forgot to strive, struggle, and yearn
And slowly, slowly forgot to learn
Forgot the thing that brought him here
The seeking mind, the joy, the fear
The grassy siren’s song had claimed his soul
No longer cared he of its toll

Fat and sleek now still he played
The grass had won; his plan delayed
Forgotten were the eager boy’s pursuit
Forgotten was the prize and fruit

The child, lay down now and weary, no longer played
The grass waved on; the trap was laid
And finally closing puffy eyes;
The grass began its waving sigh

Day was dying in the west
The beckoning sun lay down in rest
The siren’s song began again
Sweet and soft it hid the sin
It spoke of lust, of fun, and play
You need not work again today

Then I spied another child
Slowing walking toward this terrible wild
This time I didn’t hesitate or stay apart
I ran to her to warn her heart

The morning dawned, crisp, cool, full of light
This time Joan of Arc stood….quite prepared to fight.

Pieces of You

I found a piece of you
on a soft Sunday afternoon
The sky dripped you on me
while the Brazos crooned
Like the fragrance
of a morning mist in early June
Then, with the morning mist
you drifted far from our room
I found a piece of you
on a lonely road
While struggling home from Beluxi
with a heavy load
I could see your outline
as the rain pounded the wheatfields
I burned to feel you closer than
that vision in the windshield
I find pieces of you
in nearly every day
Your loving covers me
with the sun’s warm rays
Rainy days your tender arms
take me on quiet flights
When it snows,
your body warms me in the wintry night
I close my eyes
and there’s pieces of you in this simple line

Now at Rest

I spied that shore, the gritty sand
The water’s foam, the drier land
Treading lightly, upon the grains
The water washed, little remained

I raised my eyes to roiled clouds
The darksome sky, the hissing sounds
Of troubled wave, of windswept air
Smell of salt, wetted hair

The storm approached, demonic power
The sky arose, clouds turning sour
The heated day, broke in a clash
Of lightning bolt and thunder crash

And then it swept, the air now clean
It broke the evil, on which I leaned
Replaced with peace, ‘peace be still’
No longer sad, not soul was ill

Then I walked with lighter step
The sand showed how I leapt
Joy of freedom, ‘neath my breast
Now at rest…..yes….now at rest.

Love Isn't Love 'Til it Bends

His white head is bowed with the weight of his age
The blue eyes gaze far from the room
His sadness is etched in more than his face
And his heart beats a deep mournful tune
The friend of his youth, the passion of his soul
No longer she whispers her love
Her face shows the smile of the morgue owner's hand
Her lips mind a sad mourning dove
Where is the answer to an old broken heart
How do you wipe tears from the soul
Where do you go when the end of the road
Makes you stand alone in the cold
Why does death leave no flowers behind
Who says the pain ever ends
What do you say to the one who is left
Love isn't love til it bends

The Orchard

Dedicated to my great friend, Mike.

A tree, a post, that bush rolling through the field,
I suspect it had a previous life it filled,
A mouse....a horse, or God forbid! A man!
Now I know I recognize,
The bug that was Mike is the orchard where I stand!

Looking Out

I love the color in these leaves...
it's like the hand of God,
brushed across the tops of them,
somehow made them bleed,
they look soft as a lamb's wool,
but they stood the test of storms,
it only took a little time to see the buds
then He'll write another line about

How, He's looking out for me and you,
just like He does the leaf,
His hand trembles every time we fall,
and tears fall in His grief.
He loves everything He made,
most things love Him back
But me and you will strain to leave
And sometimes, the rope will slack

Sunfish

Dedicated to my friend and gifted writer,
Corina Daniela Obertas,
who has inspired me anew,
given fresh life to tired hands.
Fresh words to worn soul......

They had just gotten a tiny sailboat, a little Sunfish,
Plastic frame, wooden tiller,
Nylon sail, and vastly sensuous.
I've devoured sailor stories,
read books about navies
Going about solely driven by the wind fascinated me.
Scudding across the deep blue waters,
Ducking my head when turning on a tack,
Hull heeling as the wind caught the sheets again,
Blue breeze ruffling my young boy hair,
Bretending to be the captain of a clipper.
I've grown physically since then,
But I watch the boats and ships from afar,
And wonder at the lands from which they hail....
No doubt each is from the dock nearby,
But.....that doesn't matter to my young boy mind...
Imagination drives my sight.
You continue to inspire me, my heart pines.
Perhaps, you are the young woman figurehead on my ship,
Beautiful, smiling, ever close, my dearest friend.

Rules, Rules!!

Mightily, the drops cascade from a lowering sky,
drooping as if to emit a fragrant sigh.
Each stamen, each petal, each flowering gem, accept the sky's abuse,
some must fall beneath the blows, an existential, unwelcome truth.
I walk between, betwixt the plants, to touch each head,
As if by name, I should call the fallen ones, back from their watery death.
Of course I know the rules, and rules this time, are harsh and cold.
Still, more to grow beneath the sun, as if defiant and bold.

Fallen

Fallen, fallen, the ground absorbs them all,
From berry to bark, to branch, none can escape the call.
No romance, this circle of growth to grave,
Each must contribute, each must accept the end of this day.

Old Sun!

Agonizingly slow, the sky peeps Sun’s color into my view,
For once the pollution appears beautiful and new,
From brown to orange and muted deep reds,
The clouds visually resonate the sun rising from His bed.
Like an indirect light illuminating my room,
The walls take on a pastel color yellowish hue.
A lower level of clouds rimmed across its ragged edge
With burning orange-white, a splash of mystic sedge
As though the sun had toasted the night,
The once blue vapor into a magical light.
"Rise, Old Man, Rise!" and trembling he seems to fear!
Wavering, the crescent rises into the visible atmosphere,
As if the introduction once again to a mere human,
Somehow frighteningly intimidating against its burning brand.
I laugh at the thought, Old Sun has been caught, revealing,
His one weakness this morn. I have but one moment for stealing.
His one weakness this morning opens a crack, I seize the door,
The sky, the color, the sun are mine for a flash of time, no more

Thin Air

Thin Air
©2008 Wayne Cook

I could see the sky
In her doe-like eyes
The earth silent at her feet
Her shoulders rose proud
Like the tops of clouds
The sun worshipped her when in sleep

Her body was lithe
A sculpture alive
With flesh and bone and blood
Gentle of face
I could sense her grace
Desire and my tears mixed flood

I played my guitar
As my mind strayed afar
An invitaion played in her smile
The image would stay
Then it would fade
My arms reached for her all the while

My soul sang a song
My heart panting, longed
For her fragrance and skin drove me mad
Her breath sighed anew
Finally I knew
The dream through, desperate, I grabbed

Thin air……

Rio Colorado

©2008 Wayne Cook

They say this land is largely untouched
People disappear into vines and brush
They go on in, may lose their mind and never care
You don’t wear shoes much down here
I’ve seen them rot off in under a year
Stand 50 feet from a man; you may never see him there

It’s a land of beauty, just untamed
Like Eden… just slightly stained
Each man watches where he walks with careful grace
Jungle is a woman with her black hair down,
Smile on her face, her morals on the ground
Knife behind her back; man, you better know your place

You might hear that dart fly past
And again you might breathe your last
A blow gun is deathly quiet in the hands of the right man
You’ll swear you had the best intentions
But best intentions were a shameless sin
You fade away with nothing but your empty hands

Indian trails will seduce you and not deliver
Seduce you again with the curves of a lazy river
And you’ll never get out of the arms of the fragrance
Orchids dangle from wet black dados
Or carelessly from rocks and shadows
You may walk, you may run, but you’ll not get a dance

You’ll find gold down on the Rio Colorado
Gold like you’ve never seen this side of El Dorado
Gold nuggets you can hold with your trembling bravado
Cause you’ll never get out of the arms of the Rio Colorado

The Leaf

Used with permission:
By Corina Daniela Obertas

You stop for a moment...
Because you see a fallen leaf in your way
So fragile and bereft of power...
A tear is oozing slowly
And the leaf looks at you with an warm smile
Saying thank you in this way,
because you came closer,
That you were impressed by her beauty,
Saying thank you because
You didn't trample it under foot without mercy...
Than your heart was softened
And you decided to immortalize that moment
In order to give it eternal life...

The Silence of the Wood

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By Corina Daniela Obertas

Step by step you stride into the the silence of the wood,
Little by little, everything behind you vanishes,
Suddenly, you realise that the only sounds you hear
Are the rustle of the dried leaves over which you walk,
Birds singing, and the soft sigh of your breath...
And then...you feel your heart intensely beating.

Fantasy

Used with permission:
By Corina Daniela Obertas

Going up and down on the narrow streets of fantasy
I realized at once,
That everything arround me is a dream,
And the dream is nothing else but that fantasy,
Small grains of sand which seeped from an unknown hourglass
Lost somwhere far away...in my dreams.../

Nature's Work

Used with permission:
by Corina Daniela Obertas

So perfect is Nature's work
That no one, not ever would be able to copy it,
All the beauty sprung from the loins of her body...
A cruel and thrilling beauty concomitant,
An untidy beauty, full of surprises,
Oh, who could create something more harmonious?/

Violet

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By Corina Daniela Obertas.

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My eyes become dizzy,
My soul is falling into rapture,
The spell which wrapped up everything
Now catches me...
How could my eyes resist
In front of such a pure beauty,
In front of such suave colors...
My heart fills of the divine music of this place...

The Lady

The flowers of her garden dress as royal as any court,
With tresses of petals, in colors suitable for lady and lord.
Silken are the fabrics of each tailored coat and tails.
Orchestras of birds sing their unison of Haydn and Ravel.
The lady is exalted queen
Of a private and grand kingdom...
Proud of bearing, yet humbly she greets,
The blessing of each bowed blossom.