• **love Lives On With Memories (Revised)

    (In the following poem I used the Scottish stanza, a six-line unit rhyming aaabab popularized by Robert Burns. I composed this before reading any of Robert Burn’s poems using this form. I liked his format and would suggest that you read some of his: HOLY WILLIE’S PRAYER, EPISTLE TO JOHN LAPRAIK, TO A MOUSE, and TO A MOUNTAIN DAISY. You might prefer his format too.) Go to
    http: //www.robertburns.org/works/ for his complete works. However, I couldn’t find “Epistle to John Lapraik” even though I found that poem in a literature book.

    As long as there are memories, true love lives on... more »

  • **world For Sale

    Who said, “You can be whatever you want to be
    ................................................................was not a laborer
    being squeezed by corporate octopuses
    forever..........................grabbing more and more... more »

  • *looking To The Past

    “by which new poetry may be savored and in time
    perhaps even understood, it being the usual care that
    enjoyment precedes understanding.” - David Lehman... more »

  • *ocean Revery

    ocean's pounding surf
    reoccuring memories
    trying to forget... more »

  • ...Words

    are like water
    ..............in a stream

    endlessly flowing... more »

  • “hammering In The Hills”

    A gift to us was given... more »

  • “nude Descending A Staircase”

    ____nothing glamorous, a lady
    _____ walking down the stairs... more »

  • “paysage D’ame”

    Every so often ^ v ^ v ^
    despite the disinclination \ \ \
    to do so and the friction /\*/\
    which it causes, but not everyday, , , , , ,... more »

  • A Beginning

    white canvas
    ................all bleached
    what first
    ................a broad wash... more »

  • A Burst Of Color

    An ambrosial blue
    awakens its eyes
    petal by petal... more »

  • A Butterfly Day

    ........................It’s a butterfly day.
    ...............Not yet what color can I say.

    .................The rain has just subsided.... more »

  • A Canary Sings Its Worth

    So many published poets from Kentucky.
    I never dreamed myself among so many.... more »

  • A Crack In The Mirror

    Mirror, mirror on the wall,
    Where are you hiding me?
    That face is not the one I recall.
    It’s not the me I seem to be.... more »

  • A Double Bed

    All made up
    sheets fresh
    Quilted spread
    fluffy pillows... more »

  • A Falling Leaf

    A FALLING LEAF

    In the multitude
    between the cacophonies... more »

  • A Happy Poet

    away with all this seriousness
    truth can be a sinful senseless mess

    Just want to be a happy poet... more »

  • A Little Girl's First School Day

    Seeds expelled to wander the desert air
    Finding refuge in burial soil of a promised land.

    An opened petal soon dies;... more »

  • A Mouse (Haiku)

    moon shadow
    the little gray mouse
    edges toward the cheese... more »

  • A Party

    I’m having a party
    Inviting Pinocchio, Little Roo, and you.
    We will celebrate
    With whatever cake I can bake... more »

  • A Place Dearer To Me

    We never drove to Harlan
    Over the ridges and through the high land.

    We never shared the dreams of Schubert’s Traumerei... more »

  • A Rattlesnake Moon

    Have you ever, he said, seen a rattlesnake moon?
    Never, ever, I said. What’s a rattlesnake moon?

    One that captures solar light, soaking up its heat.... more »

  • A Rattlesnake Moon (Ghazal)

    Have you ever, he said, seen a rattlesnake moon?
    Never, ever, I said. What's a rattlesnake moon?

    One that captures solar light, soaking up its heat.... more »

  • A Rhyme Of Hours

    - after reading “A Rhyme of the Sun-Dial”
    by William Bell Scott

    The clock runs on, ‘tis but half-past one”... more »

  • A Short Country Drive

    along the roadside
    black-eyed susans
    waving hello
    blackberries... more »

  • A Thousand Cranes

    I went to Japan and met a Samurai
    Who lived in the mountains which were very high.
    He was a master of the art of origami.
    He made a thousand paper cranes just for me. *... more »