on the solstice
seizing the longest day
to linger in the solace
of the season’s condolence
and as beings beyond
the age of reason
choose to cease
easing their eve
by taking leave of suffering
slipping serenely
from a short earthly spring
into eternal summer
not the appropriate place
for a poplar tree
she said erroneously
as she vigorously
lopped its limbs
arrogantly unaware
that her actions were
ironically and laterally
stimulating the
very growth
that its serendipitous
innocent placement afforded
while incidentally deadheading
the providential protection
of a natural beach head
stars failing
to forestall falling
marquee their
meteoric performance
through stellar crossed skies
reflecting their demise
in hoodwinked blink
spotlights fading
until there is
nothing but night
Bible balm
incendiary incense
intensely scented at dawn
calming sense fragrance
Long standing
trees survive
by rooting deeply
sipping every visible
sun spectrum
achieving their
aspirations through leaving
we rarely grow
a century
chasing distracting, elusive
prismatic electronic
optical phenomena
transforming their
invisible unrealistic
refractions to rainbows
in cursorily desirable
desultory dreams
You create
this empty hate
and bestow
its shadow on those
too young
to know
there is nothing
to fear but
the sadness
of your learned
madness
I fix
the broken songs
and crooked rhymes
of aging singers
out of touch
with modern times
battling catarrh
trying to be wry
or woebegone
fretting over
fingers too arthritic
to pick unyielding
overstretched strings
their inner hollow
echoing lyrics of pathos
Poorly worded
badly chorded
doggereled anthems
of old fashioned
unplugged emotions
To be considered
clever is to flatter
what little literary
abilities are possessed
by one who matters
meddling in matters
more in jest
and wag’s wit
than in inkhorned
bluestockinged
jester’s tattered
pundit habit
as I wend
my weary way
toward home
tired to death
at the end
of my numb
numbered days
ready to give
the earth
my warmth
then in twilight
struck dumb
by the stilled evening’s
given pause
I rouse rally
bestirred by
a solitary star
Amidst the modern
midden heaps
scavenging for sane civility
hoping it is hidden still
in the moralless middle
of the mindless morass
of illiterating media dung
among the detritus of misplaced
missing kindness
uncovering only for now
evidence of the illusive archetype
abstruse, unfathomable
enshrined untarnished
abidingly astonishing
inscribed on the walls
in the inscrutable script
of the pre dawn civilization
temples buried
under us all
the onrush
of waterfalls and whales
the push before
the clap of tails
and end of trails
the sateen downfall and glissade
the susursurus breathless rise
after the dive
and the consequent plunge’s mist
mirrors of spume and spray
The coral rimmed maw of dawn
yawning in
supine circumference
an oracle
to the awakening
gaping gasp
an oral aping
of our expression
on expressing
the primal breath
The frustrated feral wind
furrowing the lake
with icicle tined rake
harrowing the unmouldable
still blue field’s
to fluid fickle rows
it cold clawing coulter
unrewarded by the poor
liquid sod
becoming turgidly rigid
when frigid
enviably returning
its briefly corrogated
to a placid unplowed
state of mind
Agog
the sane silent and impotent
see the global demagogues’ ability
to rouse and unravel civility
by crowd sourcing
unrested rabble
dominating
by democracy
the lowest
common denominations
in nations enthralled
by the short sighted propaganda
of divisive
out voicing megalomania
thus disenfranchised
the tragically bemused
are disabused
of the solemn power
to discern which witch
is unjustly hunted
or pompously
protesting too much
overwrought by the sly glad handers
the underhanded and the hugely funded
hand wringing dumbfounded
politically impoverished
electronically spayed
by unanswerable characters
Tis a pity you
can’t tithe a pittance
toward inner truth
so by avoiding your void
deepen it
disporting gotten gelt
as an unmelting heart
devoid
beggared for calming warmth
and the alms
of encircling arms
misapprehending
net worth for
an enmeshing web
of things
a midlife midas of much
bereft and untouched
If I were a bubble
beneath the breaking waves
I would take the trouble
to see how they behaved
are the curls consistent
do the crests cut clean
or hide tugging undertow unseen
where are they headed to beach or rocky rest
Unsung among
the classless glass eyed
myrmidons and marionettes
busily amassing things
you unperceived
pull strings
trying to stop
the drone behavior
of the hive
believing
easy honey
attracts more flies
than is wise
the primal misapprehension
of my intentions
instigated by the immediate amygdalic erection
of the invisible tripcord
to the electric chicken wire
of your caged
paranoiac defenses
begs a reciprocal defencing response
a priori
to any apprehension
of my innocent comment
and disrupts any subsequent
tranquil rapport
precipitating a recurring chorus of
induced redundant stuttering
of the prosaic lover's lament
Forest fire
frost fan
illuminating flame rainbow
a flambouyant igneous flambe
ignited by Fall
shedding its tears
of leaves
greiving
for seasons lost
Eddied spume
shivering unsteady
spray fume
shimmered quivering
soap bubbled gossamer
blowsy blouse gowned
tousled puffed ruff
blown to soon erased lace
on the untidied shore
An orotund
less than
melliflous marmoreal
pretender
expounding stone lines
with lead chisel
sound the branked
tight lipped
artfully engaging
their shrunken hearts and skulls
encouraging tied tongues
toward unbound
dedogmatic dialogue
On a chestnut mare
with chestnut hair
and green eyes
fearless flashing
audacious Baudica
the boudacious queen
auburn hair flying at a canter
she throats her bellicose cry
live free or die
and waves her tam o shanter
elegant liquid
entraining containing
the most intimate form
of self expression
conforming the evolving
body of water
small seas of
self-possession
posiedon’s daughters
and sons comingled
enwombed
anew begun
engulfing and embracing
the conception
of conceiving
Amniona stirs
and awakens
enmothered
safe in the secure sea
gestating together
a thousand cells a second
thumbing faithfully
the double beaded
mitochondrial rosary
of inheritance
continually tossing the commemorative coin
choosing by preconceived chance the deliverance
of parental traits
awaiting expression
taking in
at first breath
the length
And breadth of life