THIS IS WHAT MY HUBBY DOES

You put a glint of smiles in my eyes,

Every time you call,

Making my lips curve with a smile…

When a beep arrives with a text from you

In your voice,

I hear the melody of angels,

Especially when you tell me

“Take care love”

You are, 

The good in my mornings,

The good in my nights,

Always lighting my path,

With all the love you give me.

Thank you

My  beloved.

FASHIONING MY MIND

You cloth my mind

in lacy lingerie that fits

over well placed nouns

and stimulates adjectives

i long to hear.

Knotted in woolen scarves

of metaphoric mastery

our tongues dance,

To a tune,

We just hummed.

You undress my body

of inhibitions

accessorizing my nakedness

with stylish erotic innuendo

and sizzling seduction

with liquid rhythm

and linguistic form

you carry me

from touch to sensitivity

clothing my mind,

With your unending love.

MY JOURNEY BROUGHT ME TO YOU

Maps are folded and re-folded into pocket sized

destinations of our own heart’s desires

 Routes become numbers and numbers become moments

as the planning cycle, with yellow highlighter in hand,

presents a “look forward to” scenario

            I see over the next sunrise a highway,

empty of detours and beckoning openly

 to this heart, from another, on windswept invitations

penned in frilly fonts and colors of imagination,

reaching deeply inside and holding tightly

 A glance back at what is left behind brings a smile,

for what waits ahead is now everything new

 destiny is a destination of dreams, of hopes and

of love… . when that journey brings me to you

SEPTEMBER 21ST

Deep in the soul, 

   lies the spirit of all those we loved.  

taken from us by an unkind heart,

a human like you and I,

Pulled the trigger on a fellow human,

From old to young,

None was spared.

Tears flow freely,

    drowning amidst sorrow of yesterdays

where the grass remained splendor

 the smiles  so genuine,

the love so true,

peace reigned within our borders.

Now clear waters of recollection

 After the pain of September 28^th,

Lost in thoughts,

Reminiscing our days with loved ones,

The voice of the radio presenter,

The laughter’s and cries of the young ones….

Now gone…never to grace us with their love one more time,

         

In this whirling disarray of thoughts

  We never forget the fluttering of loss.

The dried tears on our cheeks,

With scars so deep, we don’t know how to pray.

Tightly we hug each other,

Thanking God the night mare is over.

Today is a better day.

Justice will prevail.

Poetize

Your poetic license has no expiration date

You have the ticket to write

make people cry or laugh

blow them away with romantic fantasy

or fly them to the moon

it doesn't have to be fancy or involved

as long as it's written with spirit

occasionally the spelling or grammar shows

the only escape route  is imagination

which reverberates from a poet's heart

LISTEN

An inner voice inside me,

Spoke to me,

So silently,

So soothingly,

Urging me not to go on that road trip,

An even louder voice took control,

Beckoning me to go ahead,

Very persistent so manipulative,

Nature took the wheel,

And spoke too,

Through the rains,

Through a friend,

To stop my journey,

But I was too adamant,

To stop,

Now am on a road trip,

Stuck on the road,

Wondering why…..

I ignored the captain of my ship.

My   _{inner  voice.}

MEETING IN MY BRAIN

Letters holding a meeting in my brain,

My mouth is the route,

To bring out the words,

Your ears are the final judge,

You will gauge out,

What you want to hear.