Sex, sax, and smooth whiskey,
secrets beside the fire.
Warm and sultry brown eyes
looking at me, desire.

The pounding of my blood,
pitched ringing of my ears
Cannot turn me away
playing on all my fears.

Warming a frosted heart,
confessing "I love you,"
There's nothing left to say,
Hope that you love me too.

summertime, on break we were fresh
chores in the morning, after lunch
we contemplated what to do
after we had consumed our brunch

My friend and roommate, Rosemary
and I decided to go out
maybe we'd go to the movies
her turn to choose, without a doubt.

I'd not seen a flick in ages,
it surely had been a long time.
She would not tell me the title
keeping a secret was no crime.

He was wild and adventurous.
A Lothario of great note
discharged from the U.S. Navy,
finding land legs, just off the boat.

Feeling freedom for the first time
from shores of Viet Nam, now home.
Fancy for the neighbors daughter,
this bad cat was out on the roam!

Dating Jan for a month of days
without explanation, he stopped
found another who turned his head
so, by the wayside she was dropped.

German Occupation In France,
enemy held all the beaches.
Pending the Allied involvement,
get into war in all reaches.

French freedom fighters were on hand
In Secrecy awaiting sign
Radio band frequency wire
found messages coming in fine.

News: "Wounds with a languorous heart"
announcing the call to action
D-Day happening in Europe
now readying for all factions

Let It Fall Where It May
For: Trump (the traitor)

No matter the cost
whatever the price,
we keep on falling
like the tumbling dice.

To reorganize
Democrats failing
get it together
without the squalling

The journey is long
as roads unfold.
Life is not fair,
unlike you've been told.

Chaos reigns straightaway
there's no pattern or plan,
no rhyme or reason
to the stupidity of that man.

As the dawn lit up the primordial sky,
the rising sun, all hot and red.
It turns the sea to steam and vapors,
and Gdog turns his shaggy head.

Adjustments here and there, I guess,
it's almost ready now,
I'm tired of working, I think I'll rest,
right after I finish this cow.

Let's see, it needs to be portable,
I guess I'll give it feet,
self-sustained on grass and water,
Hey, that's pretty neat!

Bob fought ocular cancer
for the second time in his life.
Treatments were harrowing,
but he went diligently until
the glorious day he could
ring the bell at the end.
The applause of the staff was
a nice touch, but the best
was his triumphant
homecoming.

Like wind-blown fallen leaves
I land at your feet.
The color of fading rust
of the dying day
waiting to be born anew tomorrow.
Yours is the face I see
when I first awaken,
it has been this way for many a year
and it is my hope for many more.
you are the breath of my life
residing forever within,
our souls are twin and timeless.

Hope, that old Saint,
A phantom O so faint,
Barely there yet always heard
Almost alive and almost dead

It walks a ghostly moonlit path
Paved of long groans and short mirth
This vagabond from some far off realm
Preaching of a great and beautiful balm

Haunting every sad soul
With visions of being made whole
Whispering to dry white bones
"Rise and carry your bag of stones"

It curls into my head
like cigarette smoke
above a whiskey glass,
Settle on ice;
you cannot stay
so cold forever.
You have to look down
from the ledge
to see how far
you’d fall,
to see how small
of a step it is
to think twice.