Again

again come sit with melet’s talkof how ’twas whenGod seemed to rectifythe universethe world stoppedcolors changedair didn’t movesky was emptysounds were mutedeverything was the sameyet different then, a new dawn camethe colors we see are vibrantthe air we breath is fresherthe sky is filled with joyful birds flyingthe sounds we hear are hymnsof love and

That’s Exactly How Much I Love You

that 1 am musingthat early morning writethat crazy over the topout of this world idea that compelling novelwith characters and plotso intriguing,you can’t stop reading that gripping momentso interesting, so excitingit completely holdsyour attention that 1 am musing,that compelling novel,that gripping moment, that’s exactly how much I love you

Playful

how playful can I goto manifest my love for you?will being naughty be enough?or shall I be tamed and subtle maybe? however it will be, I sure am will bethe greatest love of your life how playful can I go?that I would never knowbut I sure can be, anythinganything you want me to be however

Flicker

I’m a flicker, a flicker of lightmoving quickly, rapidlyshining brightly I come as a newly lit lampin a calm evening as loverscelebrate love I’m a flicker, a flicker of lightteasing the night, joyfullyshimmering splendidly I come as a steady gleamsoothing your thoughtslike lovers do I’m a flicker, a flicker of lightdying, slowly, graduallylike lovers do

Your Kiss

Your Kiss  your kiss tastes forever forever on my lips, my heart celebrates celebrates the love we share forever in eternity eternity may not even be the gauge gauge to how far and how much I love you and if there’s an alternate world  world of many possible universes universes that will make us spend spend

Dearest Emily (Dickinson)

Dearest Emily (Dickinson), I’ve always wondered how in isolation you’ve written  such profound poetry on life, love, death, and even immortality? you were a very private person, with a notable powerful family how did you choose to live a life of an unknown, with great humility? you were deemed odd and eccentric, by your neighbors,

Upon The Highway, On A Wednesday (A Magic 9 poem)

two souls, two hearts, one drive, one way silence in between burst of laughter loud singing over rock ‘n roll along the highway with a splash of milk and a dash of brown sugar over a cup of americano one cup, shared by two hearts on a beautiful Wednesday no amount of technical malfunction; critical

Around The World With Cupid

 Around the World With Cupid Valentine’s Day is so far away happens every February or so they say but as early as May, Cupid is on a mission spread love, not hate, even isolation come end of May he will travel  to South China sea and Seatle on with his tiny bow and arrow off

Monologue Of A Dead Envious Lady

Monologue Of A Dead Envious Lady here lies my bodyrotten, dead, and forgottenforgotten by many and forgotten by fewmostly forgotten by the oneswho used to adore me with all their hearts here lies my bodyagonizing, crying, and mourningit has only been a while since I was goneand why has everyone moved on?why has everyone become

Poet’s Heart

to write is to dream and to dream is to write wide awake or deep asleep a poet’s heart dreams forging a link a link between the imagery and symbolism and the power of words creative sparks fly love lives hope survives the universe agrees to what the poet’s heart’s desires my poet heart desires