A Cottontail Hare in a Graveyard Cruise

Scurry about between trees, bushes and cars
Hopping down the street, what’s that? a pause
To see what flashed into view, is it you?
Out at night when the sky is a midnight-blue
Cool May ‘eve that soothes your mellow heart
A solitaire stroll in silent thought held hard
Follow along over curbs and flowering pots
Just to see, where you lead, a sigh! if carrots
Dark is the alleyway, a sense of fear appears
What compels to carry on but with pointed ears
Any rush or sudden jolt, bolt up and hop away
This cottontail hare is aware to keep danger at bay
Unrest spirits lay, row on row marked with a stone
Dried stems in vases once colourful and bold
Forgotten souls left underground and alone
Their visitors now gone to a grave of their own
Flowers sway like the sea does wave
Guarded by angels, with souls to save
Cards and letters, lovely messages written
To the missing of those recently departed
A cottontail hare in a graveyard cruise
Follows along, side by side, a poets muse
Little one with a bushy tail, thank you
As I walk through a cemetery in the company of you


What I love about poetry…

It never dies, it stays in the clouds until one day, it rains down, someone finds it and hopefully smiles.
With kindest words they fill a joy that is felt like sunshine and warm apple pie-ala mode, oh my!

Screaming out with verbs that rhyme creating phrases to pull you in, to hold you tight, to fight.
Describing a moment, yes with pain but to show how courage could change this world filled with hate, oh my!

Is poetry, love? or Is love, poetry? two questions asked in sonnets and songs recited in flowing lyrics.
Both the same in a way, how every line tries to capture curves so sublime, intoxicates the mind, oh my!

Poetry turns on what aches down below where sex stirs and wakes but knows, the real thing rules.
Words could never express the true feeling of sex when thrown into lust because love wins when hot and it’s real, oh my!

Poetry will never die, as long as life continues to thrive, breathing in, out, with a loving heart.
What I love about poetry is that I get to write merde like this, and hope it makes you smile inside, oh my!


Words Bled Dry

First word written comes hard from the mind
Conjuring an opening that would drive a line
Side to side connected in thoughts
Comes from the heart of haves and have nots

Telling a story, a fiction, with diction
Professing a love, a cursed benediction
Falling in love for the first and last
Knowing what pain is, when love is lost

Blackbird flying high, dropping low
Eyes on the prize, so many words to sow
Stanzas flow like when a river moves slow
Running swift over cliffs, raising mist with a glow

Cottontail hare, rhyming sonnets with care
So many poems that bled like air
Easy when death leads a path to despair
Poetry stabs, leaving wounds open and bare

Words bled dry, no longer moves nor rhymes
Stretching phrases to fill up pages and lines
Harder and harder to strike a smile I find
When writing poetry drives mad the mind



It was all, anyone could do, yet failed
As soon as she walked in the room it rained
Glittering lights, a strobe sparks like lightning to a beat
Every move, every step, spinning heads and feet
Lines that define, curves that swerve
Hips how they dip, strumming a sultry nerve
Melting hearts with a wanting glare
So many eyes, stunned to stare
Paused for a moment as thunder struck
It shook the joint, driving wild as fuck


opening quote, author unknown

Find Me Where…

A meadow meets the trees
not far out but to feel the breeze
When morning breaks anew
over shimmering grassy blades with dew
Sunlight sweeps across the land
grasp to hold its warmth in hand
Bathe in pools that cool the flesh
wash away what ails, clean and fresh
Inhale the scent of pine and moss
dip below the surface getting lost
Naked truth, came from birth
return to nature, Mother Earth
Final breath of air expelled
bursting bubbles, a life that felled


It Breaks The Heart

To see the sun rise with hope and love
Feel it’s warmth touch as it climbs above
Dare to reach a life fulfilled
Become what God instilled…

It breaks the heart to waste time
Comes and goes with no surprise
Breathe every second that passes by
Taking steps that leads to flying high

It breaks the heart when a child cries
To see pain bleed through teary eyes
Feed the innocence with truth not lies
Embrace their future to live without crime

It breaks the heart when a love dies
Loss of life that ends with goodbye
Make it count, now, when alive
Tomorrow may be to late to say hi


An Ode, To Greed

Civil war, divided by greed
Two sides with a different point of view
When words are silenced, from battered minds
Screams of pain heard, yet nothing done
To save lives, of the innocent ones
An ode, to greed, I say to thee
You win at ever turn when you deceive
The minds of the ignorant ones whose greed
They wish, it be, as sweet as thee
But all they do is march along and bend a knee