Constellation Of Stars

In Honor and Appreciation …

When a poet dies
Life sprinkles all around us
Their words reaching out
All at once, for all time,
Essence of hearts
Once shared in delicate shades of love.
What to do
When a poet becomes a part of you
Without a trace of where they have gone,
Only words they have left behind
And an unwritten poem entailing why?
Influence, intellect, words so personally seeded
Is who they were, and what they had given –
Unselfishness to be remembered
For the poetry they loved for us
And wrote endearingly!
Poetic soldiers, writing fearlessly to the world
Until their words ran out of run,
Their passion lives on strikingly rich
For soldiered generations to come!
Echoes of their poetry bloom our hearts
Creating a path to walk easy in today
Paved by the words they had flowered –
In brightly painted gardens of yesterday!
Poetry always arrives with the snow –
Then off to Spring, such a pretty young thing
What better a place for a memory to grow
And melt the heart when remembering!?
For those before, and then Shakespeare, and all across the lands, to here and now
Whom have shared their words and touched our hearts so beautifully.
Thank you!
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Broken Hearts Lullaby

Love …

Never meant to take a smile
Or steal a dream away,
Nothing lasts forever
Like a rainbow arched in gray.

Who’s to blame
For the falling rain
Inside a broken heart,
And the bars on it’s windows
Holding back a brand new start?

When the sun becomes the pain
And flowers only gloom..
Think about the devastation
On the surface of the moon.

There through all the darkness
Is strength to stand alone,
There upon the distance
Is light to call its own!



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This little song I wrote for my youngest son after he was devastated by his first heart break! Fast-foward..Happy to say he and his first love are the best of friends today! The ‘light’ at the end of the song represents the future. 😀

Marco? Polo!

Dear Marco,

Over before we were born

Our love,

Written in the stars where dreams begin,

I a mermaid, you a man.

I am lost without you.

Land and sea have kept us apart

Love impermissible, cruel

Between two makings of one heart.

Find me, my lover whom can never be

Find me in your arms, breathingly drowning

Drowning in what can only be, our fantasy,

Truth be known in rippled frowning.

Listen for my voice on moonless nights

There is where ocean depths will echo loneliness.

Dream within intended hours, before morning’s light

Meet me in ravished splash, of our first dreamt kiss,

Meet me in yearned entanglement, of wishfulness!

Love, Polo ~


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Splendored Tokens

Dear Colors,

Even Winter cannot take you away from me

You are the harp strings of my soul

Musically inclined colorful!

Without you, meaningless would sprout

Breathing would gasp for understanding,

Living would bear only resemblance to understand,

All variations of love in my life would gray throughout.

Colors, past and present

Cascading off every “I love you” I have ever spoken –

in the privacy of those who shield my heart,

Splendored Tokens 

My irreplaceable favorite colors

Whom sound my harp string ascent!

Dear Colors,

Feelings, Emotions, Ideas, People,

Without you there would be no variety, no prosperity

Yet, only outcomes that still exist today,

Some of the most beautiful exciting colors

Are being forced to fade away!


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Wind Song ~

Wah La laaaa 🎶
Linen sheets are blowing in the wind
With heaven scented lovers call, once again,
Wah La laaaa 
And my heart shoots through the stars
To the place in which you are, and lands,
Wah La laaaa,
In a world of so much magic, here we are
Upon a thousand silken scarves made by wind,
And I take you as you are, my heart has traveled far
From whence all tales of love ever begin.
Finest threads of ancient winds have bound togetherness
By sweetest sounds of voiceless meaning and wonderness,
Oh sing and sung your song oh winds, my restless
Softly blow the linen sheets of Bliss!
Wah, La, laaaa.
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Bouts Of Whispers

Dear Memories,
Aviators of all things done!
Pardons, eliminations for no one!
Livings collective vessel’s sailing seas of remembrance
Times entourage, collecting glazed stars in our eyes,
An endlessly rocking wisdom’s cradle
Rejuvenating what once was, for another glance.
“What is could never be without once was”?
Oh sacred seas, teach me please!
Show me how sun can shine, on both sides of the mind,
Start at the river of shivers
Lead me to love’s manifest, life’s ultimate find!
Strip me of all your travesties once mine,
Secure all my blessings, now window dressings,
Softer are the colors of my eyes, left behind …
By bouts of whispers, about good tidings, and goodbye’s!
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Written In The Flowers

Dearest Flowers,
Hand written by God.
Heavenly love letters for each an every one of us
For as long as the Earth shall be.
I have seen you on the windowsills of loneliness
And all around the magnitude of grief
You are silent, but heard, just as God had planned?
Messengers of all we wish to say, without words,
Language of the flowers, visuals we all understand
Just as effective as non-lyrical songs, sung by birds.
You are scented garden candles lit by sunshine
And world wide medallions, first prize in our eyes,
You are all that we could hope to be, in mind
There are just as many flowers, as there are tries!
Your petals are as delicate as butterfly wings
And as beautiful as the love, life must lay to rest,
Valued, are your most treasured tidings
Measured across a heart, nestled in chest.
Our heavenly love letters
Oh if Only, we could speak like flowers,
Quietly showing, of our potential love, protruding,
Flourishing in the attraction of living, until our final hours,
Extensively written in equality, and for beauty of all humanity
Every softly petaled possibility, universally sweet, nay sour.
In early spring, I have seen
Flowers rise above late freezing snow,
After an April shower, a petaled tear, slides calmly,
At the end of our heavenly letters, God wants us to know
Flowers born so many, so differently
Quietly live peacefully, then die, why can’t we?
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