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. 😀

It Is All So Beautiful!

Whether it be …

Flourishing in acquainted arms, heart, and soul

Or captivated by someone’s charms, may they be real,

Ephemerality, thoughts attending far away stars,

Achievement in a new day in life, appreciating our role!

Caring’ for a person who has forgotten how that feels

Embraced moments, our existence is all we have

Contributing ourselves to the beauty of living by breathing out

Be ourselves, exactly how’ the mirror tells our insecurities!

Exemplified composure, an early morning warm sprinkling rain

Compassion wish, positive prayer, coming true for someone else,

Hearing laughter when it rises like sunrise

Wiping delicate tears when everything is going to be alright!

Not everybody gets to enjoy a perfect day, no

Nor a love of their own in a special way, oh no

But there will always be kindness, joyousness, a smile

A friend, even a kind stranger, even for a little while.

Extended lifelines, eternal sonnets written in the stars ..

Look up, where ever you are, read about togetherness,

Walking with time, instead of in front of, or behind

Spontaneity of lady luck, turning up on an unlucky day,

Being so in love with so many things, loosing count.. inevitable!

Silence negativity, like an ocean tide coming in smooth

There will always be more than enough .. better days,

Open brightly window’s of your soul

It is all so beautiful!


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Be safe in the world!

Language Of A Heart

Dear Bard Of Avon,


To have walked through gardens of you

I, speechless as silences, often do,

Enhanced your glance at romance, drifting across mossed maze

Before time arrived for discovery, of your plenitude yesterdays.

Why must petals’ have to fall, no scrutiny eulogy, after-all

Poetic words asunder, torn to shreds, torn apart,

But you already knew about gardens full of hue ~

Ne’r a petal less safest, softest, eternal hark

Within finest finessed acquaintance by language of a heart?


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Sentimental Dreamer ~

Dear Aureate,

Where have you gone Sir eloquent –
To all those dreams in which were meant
Essence of something in search you went
With heart of gold most Heaven sent?

Humanity has become such a terrible host –
An empty glass without a toast
So many dreams disappeared like ghosts
Where is tranquil when you need it the most?

In a place called Cup Runneth Over, my friend
There is ambience in the warmth of all wind
I hear it is carefully woven, from beginning to end
If only for a moment, to dream once again!

Are you chasing lost moments in the blink of an eye
Maybe rolling with thunder becoming a sigh
Then thinking the inevitable that all life will die
And the very last tear you will ever cry?

But oh to have been a part of this physical song
Living lyrical verses lengthy and long
Within the warmth of the wind where you belong
In dreamt repose and invitingly sprawled …
Paralian dreamer, over dreaming long.


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Porcelain Lullabies

Unattended frailties in which hearts become
Round the world and back again, skipping interlude,
Lashing out anxious, blackened, troublesome
Shattering all hopes of anything beatitude.
Listen to how gently, a rain begins to fall
Coming to heal integrities, one raindrop at a time,
I once heard the bough would break inevitably for all
That broken merciful bough it was, made for us to climb.
“Who cares to listen to the rain”, anger asked
“So much easier to kick and splash, bellowing cries”,
“Ah yes” spoke most sincere, but why the bellow lasts –
Wasted are such precious years of porcelain lullabies!


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The Plague!

Dear Someone Forgot to love me,
Hear me oh Lord in Heaven’
‘For you know me well’!
Deemed, un fit, un-dipped, in the light of number 7
I am the coming of Hell …
The assumption created by lies
Wearing tell tale signs of “God forbid”
And all the makings of dark gray skies!
Truth be known, on any given living day ..
Oh Lord, I would drastically, be in the way!
I am ..
The other side of a story that is never heard
The after effect of a thrown bottle against a wall
Drip drying in the hypocrisies of the spoken word
In a skid row atmosphere being kicked into a corner, small!
The thumb sucking rumor that grew to horrendous
Prayed to be held in containment by bon fires out of control!
I am the guilty preposterous phantom, lingering in the guiltless
I have been quoted “ferociously, inadequately, null”!!
The optimal disgust being wished away
Ignored by self righteousness ignorance
Never to be independently considered in good condition
I am the look the other way
Purposely concocted
Yet I am a reminder, a repercussion, of  same actions on display!
Allow me to at least, make you feel satisfied, glorified,
For it is me, the outcast, who is The Plague!
Written for all living souls who are looked down upon by society.
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