I’m like a
Puppy when left
To own devices
Shoes sofa and
Socks become toys
I need affirmation
That I’m a
Good boy or
Else I become
Just a pup
A bad boy
In your eyes
Category: Poetry
RainDay
The day starts
With the tap
Tap tap of
Rain on my
Roof like someone
Sending a Morse
Coded message car
Tires whisper like
Whisks blending eggs
As small tide
Pools collect in
The low cement
Rain cleanses the
World of grime
And the soul
Of its despair
OnLove
Some of us
Have locked the
Door thrown the
Deadbolt closed the
Curtains and cower
In the corner
Refusing to love
Calloused hearts we
Keep slightly beating
Love emerges when
Tried stay hidden
With only yourself
To love is
Like cutting a
Vine at the
Root instead shape
Prune and teach
Your heart to
Blossom for the
Loving of others
Will always bear
The juiciest fruit
ThousandKisses (to Brandon)
We did what
Many won’t we
Explored each other’s
Lives took each
Brick we offered
Shaped it laid
It atop the
Other building a
Foundation of friendship
Then after that
Creation we sat
Atop and watched
The sun set
On those first
Few days and
Shared the night
Of thousand kisses
Daybreak
The early morning
Sun dabs the
House across the
Street yellow like
I did when
Mustard covered your
Chin spreading sunshine
Like dandelions held
Under your chin
A cardinal roosts
Proudly in tall
Pines looking like
Christmas calling to
His mate come
Here and kiss
Me there’s beauty
Here as crickets
Sing their last
Opus before the
Intermission of daybreak
