InnocenceIn a worldly woman Of just a certain age. Some see a girl.Some see a woman.Some see what they want to see. I've never really seen her.Online friendships are defined by the innocent anonymity.And her worldly innocenceIs so compellingTo me....

Tree. Oak tree.Strong but gentle. Holding the young vibrant songsters in spring.Alone in the valley.A valley filled with lupines.Where once we shared a life.It could have been paradise on earth.It was.Long ago.When we were young.Young and innocent.And vibrant.Sitting beneath that tree.When it...

Walk with me along the strandFeel the spray upon your faceDrag your toes through drifting sandSmile at me and hold my handLeave tomorrow far awayLive this moment in this placeListen close to what I sayThis is ours this brilliant dayLowering...

So, verily your Lady might cry outTo test your chivalry with saline tears.And honor will demand, there is no doubt,That you must stay steadfast and quell her fears.She gifted you her hand and earnest trust,To be forever there, her guiding...

In Winter Seek Your Passion

"Considered one of the most difficult forms of poetry, the villanelle is a challenge."

In Winter seek your passion long since passed, And know that what you sow you often reap.Your life dreams may yet come to you at last.Though ancient hills cache secrets cruelly vast,Inside their rock strewn oaken hollows deep,In Winter seek your...

She won't accept cruel censure by duress.Bestow it not upon this priceless jewelWho fills my soul with happiness and bliss,And will not be denied sweet love's renewal.No other lady shows such strength and charm.No gentlewoman holds my heart's delight.We shall...

The Words

"I love you are not the three words that make the world go round"

My whole life has been in search of the words We have all heard them We have all felt them They warm us, drive us, provide for us Pleasure and pain can be found in the words The peaks and...

We dance so freely neath a gibbous moon.Your pliant form yields softly to my will.Sing out on starlit nights a haunting tune;That wistful song you warble with a trill.Each twinkling star is smiling at our fun, As waking birds start chirping...

Remembrance of odors that filled mewith elation and sorrow.A tempting, taunting whiffof gardeniason the breeze.Tuneful, memorable songsof youth and optimisticfervencythat follow andfill you with sad exuberanceand regret.Lying beside her,one night in watermelon season,on grassy tufts of summer,we joined together once,and...