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.