All’s quiet at the dinner table to… Until your ladyship let loose a bl… “Where did that foul smell come fr… Which one of you did it?” Asked the butler to the chambermai…
Stately mansions or cardboard boxes, we call our home. At day’s end, there is that special place where we always return to. That is our place that belongs to us, where we find our com...
Aerial slaves and their heavy lift… High in the sky from summer’s drif… Tired from the weight of the midda… Upon their backs since time begun, Drift into September with their s…
The Tango, that slithering hot mu… With red and black, silky, smooth… And a throbbing pulse, Reaches out to lovers And wraps around their slender ank…
The Sanctity of Pleasure The sanctity of pleasure is A sacred hymn in praise of nature’… The body is a flute in which the Mind adjusts the melody
The Extractor You pull tears from reluctant soul… With your domineering rhymes Your sadness, your jubilation Your proud banners, your desperate…
As each Sunday morning came and went, they became more depressing. The pews were being vacated by disgruntled souls who left to try other churches in order to fulfill their spiritual n...
What a game last night! Yes, miracles do happen. The Seahawks are the Super Bowl Champions for the second time in a row. Down 28 to 24 with 2 seconds to go in the game, Russell Wilso...
Between two silky thighs apart, flaming cello with a beating heart… lovely limbs and lovely sounds, erotic prelude to a weeping cantat… crimson gates to the hinterland
Aggression sees mankind in his rag… his quest for power in his mighty… his eternal plan since time began, written on the walls of his cave with his heart at the tip of his s…
The me in the age of robotics, my arms, my mind, my legs, my self… connected to me but not connected, moved by the wind but not felt in… my knowing of the mechanics of the…
An Autumn Requiem Autumn has faded into wintertide Threw its garments upon the ground Begging for the mercy of the sun And its gallantry that goes away t…
A Meditation on Nature Take a deep breath Forget your anxieties Lie still and hear the silence Listen to the rhythm of the birds
Poetry Gods that live above me, that come down to lecture me in the early AM dressed in robes with their scepters and pointers, their blackboards, rods and staffs…
Love’s embrace, tendrils grasping, Lithesome arms, skyward reaching, Upward spiraling, Silky fingers, poetic touches, Love dawning, love quickened,