Spooky growling

Listen to the wind howl.
What is it trying to say?
Does it scare you somehow,
Or does it want to play?

If in an angry gust
The lights happened to go out.
Scream, scream if you must
But don’t you cry and pout.

Listen to the wind howl,
What an awful sound.
Why does it have to be so loud?
Oh, wait! It’s just my stomach growl.

Trick or treat,
I need some candy to eat.

Bad timing

Have you ever heard a rooster crow?
Not at the sight of the rising sun,
more or less around midnight
when it should be sleeping,
when I should be sleeping.
Have you ever heard a rooster crow?

I have!

Have you ever tasted rooster soup?

40,000 ft.

From way up here there’s nothing to see
But puffy white clouds and a deep blue sea
The sun gives its light and all is bright
And only time that passes by
And nothing else.
I close my eyes with peace and ease
And wander off unto a dream,
Of puffy white clouds and a deep blue sea.

Honeymoon

Two hearts on a string
side by side, beating
longing, wanting
desire of my flesh
heed my need
let our lips grow numb
with pleasure seething,
lay next to me bare,
let me stare into your eyes,
speak of things sublime,
let me dare to make you mine,
seal now, our spoken bows,
though it be our first night,
let us loose ourselves in love
and in the morning light
with a gentle kiss awake
to a merry heart
knowing evermore
you will be my lover.

Fairytale

Written for Jonathan and Madeline
on their wedding day
September 12,2009.
May God reachly bless this union.

A story old as time itself,
over and over it's been told
and so today it’s common knowledge
everyone is sure to know,
to wake a princess from her slumber
a kiss of love is all you need.
Then let me place my lips to yours
and we will ne'er sleep ever more,
let our hearts to love be liened,
I your king and you my queen,
we will write a storybook
with love to fill the pages
a fairytale for the ages.
And generations yet to come,
filled with jealous admiration,
will mimic closely our example;
A kiss of love is all we need.

Homeless

She’s sitting on box,
formerly a crate,
a cradle for gallons of milk,
a tool for the milkman
and now she’s sitting on it.

Did she once own an easy chair?

She’s sitting on box
in her living room,
in her dinning room,
in her bed room
under the stars,
waiting for someone to visit,

but no one stops
they just walk by,
no one sees her
sitting on a box
on the corner of seventh and main.

Sleep depravation

Midnight, maybe later,
Insomnia sets in.
All to quite and no hope
Of rest and at best I shut my eyes
To keep the light out.
Slumber, my friend from days of old,
Why have you forsaken me so?
Worry my friend anew,
Why do you seek me now?
That dog, that wretched dog,
Needlessly barking, unnecessarily
Shouting out warnings.
And yet, tonight he’s my only companion.
The only one willing to stay up with me
Conversing, sharing his fears.
Hush;
He’s fallen asleep.
Listen.
What do you here?
Quiet!
All is quiet.
And that is precisely the problem.
I should be snoring.

Hear the Owl

Hoot-Hoot says the owl
Hoot-Hoot firm and hollow
Hoot-Hoot hear her song
Hoot-Hoot all night long

Toby

The clothesline:
Down boy,
Bad dog,
Down Toby!
With his tail between his legs,
Toby ran away
With a pair of jeans in his mouth.

The chase:
Stop Toby!
When I get you, you’re gonna pay,
Stop!
You dumb mutt
I’ll get you
Just you wait.

The capture:
I’ve got you now.
Let go!
I said, let go!
Stop pulling, you’re gonna break ‘em,
I mean it;
Heel!

The reconciliation:
Good boy,
That’s a good boy,
Yeah, you’re a good dog,
Let me scratch your belly,
I’m so proud of you,
You my baby.

The conclusion:

Not again!
Hey!
Come back,
Bring back my jeans,
Bad boy,
Toby!

When words are not enough.

When words are not enough
With something more required,
That something more that last
Enduring past the anger.
In all my contemplations
I come up short
And tears run long
And nothing I can say will due
To mend a broken heart
And I with mine
And you with yours.
The chasm grows
And tears run long.
Motion replaces devotion
and each its own conclusion,
Then silence speaks,
The words; they seize
And tears run long,
When words are not enough.

Grandpas’ duck

Grandpa had a duck
He was grey and black
And went quack-quack.
When it rained
He swam in a puddle,
If it didn’t
He’d walk and waddled.

So, you're going to marry.

Next month my beautiful niece will get married. I wrote this piece for her and her fiancé. In September I will post the one I have written for the wedding.

You're going to marry,
so I hear!
You set the day,
your choice is clear.
He calls you baby,
you call him dear,
all dreams no fear
and your so goo-goo
and he's so gaga,
now pick a cake
a banquet hall,
pictures to take,
a dress for the ball,
and all within budget...

You're going to marry,
so I hear!
Enjoy while you can
the honeymoon suite.
The rings will go on,
the children will come,
they'll laugh and play,
they'll cry and holler,
with bills to pay
and diapers to change.
Oh my so much joy!
How can you stand it?

You're going to marry,
so I hear!
Let my words not discourage,
let me be clear,
the wedding day will come,
the wedding day will go,
and all my prophesies
will come to pass,
and some day your children
will here me say-
-you're going to marry,
so I hear!

Rhyming riddle

I recently spoke to my very dear friend Steve, he pointed out that it was impossible to post a comment due to the restrictions in the settings. I have now corrected this and it is now very easy to post a comment.
My friend Steve, an intellectual and gifted men who happens to be fit as a fiddle, also pointed out that my posted poems did not rhyme. In his best interest I now give the following offering.

To make this instrument
you must start with a whittle.
To learn how to play it
you must start with a tweedle.
Pay attention; lesson one,
keep your bow in the middle.
Do you know what it is?
It rhymes with this riddle.

Petals

I held a flower in my hand
and plucked the petals one by one,
the last one feathered to the ground
and now the answer is so clear;
she loved me,
she loves me not.

Sad news.

Yesterday we received the terrible news, Myles Davis a gifted musician and an honor to his name sake, past away at the tender age of 21. A band and classmate of my step son Alexander since the seventh grade, throughout jr. and high school and at the FIU marching band. Myles was one of those special souls that touched others with his music and infectious smile. He always had a gleam in his eyes, a zest and zeal for a life that will now leave us questioning, what if?
He died as he lived, unselfishly; yesterday at around 1:30 pm an afternoon thunderstorm caused a high tension electric wire to break and fall unto the street in front of Myles worksite, seeing that the wire had fallen unto the street and seeing the dangers to the passing cars but not seeing the danger to himself, he ran out and tried to remove the cable. He died instantly. “Greater love has no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.” John 15:13.
We will miss Myles, but his smile will live in our hearts forever and the sweet sound of his trumpet will ring in our ears.
Rest in peace Myles Davis.

…too short the times
we shared divine
but now you’re gone
and we, left behind
lifting your name high
will not forget
a friend so dear
remains in our heart…

Red wine (Haiku)

It’s not red wine, yet;
I, like a fool stumbling drunk.
It’s your lips, your kiss.

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The man on the moon

It has been forty years since man first stepped on the moon. I can’t help but to get emotional every time I hear the words of Neil Armstrong, “That’s one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind”. Yet I wonder what should be humanities perspective of this, mans greatest adventure.

The man on the moon looks down at us
And we are so small this he knows.
Yet from our perch standing tall,
We look back at him so full of pride,
Thinking we’ve conquered the universe.
Save for our station hanging by a thread,

We’re but a speck.

As the universe unfolds.

…small my world
house to work
work to house
wake to sleep
sleep to wake
sake-forsake
make a brake
unresolved
small my world…

The danger with tea.

A spot of tea.
Clumsy me,
Stumbled my cup, splash.
On my shirt a stain irremovable,
A feast for microscopic beings.
White cotton blemished,
Remove at all cost
Abrasives and chemicals
Rub and scrub,
Brush and scour,
Try as I may persistent remained.
Void, no other choice
Reference to the closet,
Away in a corner
Under un-wearable,
Food for moth.

And now you’ve been warned,
A lesson well learned.
The danger you see,
Is in a spot of tea.