One glorious nightA gift of peace, joy and loveWas given to us.
Haiku for Daddy
One October morn You received the highest call a call from Heaven.
To Be Whole Again
I touched him with my last shred of faith withering crimson-stained unclean outcast woman still believing was made whole in an instant.
What Color is Passion?
When you call my name,your voice is rich and green with possibilities of what is to come.Your voice speaks life into my beinggenerating and nurturing the bond we share.When you touch me,I feel the calming blue of the oceansatisfying my need to be near you.When you kiss me,I feel your heat.The orange-red flames from your…
I’ve learned to cry silent tear so no one hears the anguish and fear that roar inside my heart. My silent tears roll softly down my face warm with sadness as I suppress my sobs. Can’t you see the weariness in my eyes from the endless nights of intermittent sleep? The deep crevasses lining my…
Take Me to the Water
Meandering through the woods to a river clear, snow-white linen clad seasoned and youthful souls to be in covenant with God.
Mr. Music Man,Come love me with your words.Let your melodies convey your passion.We will harmonize.I will lie down with your ballad while your sweet phrasescroon softly in my ear.Your lyrics will embrace me as your tenor sound permeatesmy being. Come, Mr. Music Man.I want to soar on each note to higher heightsglide into your rhythmand…
No groceries to carry only rusted scrap metal to sell for small change.
Lady Day sings the blues sultry, silky voice flower in her hair a thing of beauty illuminated chemical haze tainted melody melancholy mood her fire extinguished.
My Red Pen
My voice speaks through my pen. Fire, protest, melody, peace, sensuality ooze smooth like the red gel to my paper then to your eyes and into your psyche conjuring a mood speaking a truth touching a hurt healing a wound birthing a song, a poem, a sermon bringing life bringing clarity opening your mind to…