Sunday, April 23, 2017

PRISONER of DEMENTIA, a poem

The prisoner of dementia
listens to her meaningless rants
without end
endures  her rages
a helpless witness

The contract requires
for better or worse
so he is bound
by those sworn words
until the end

Occasionally she says
in a very sad lament
I don’t want to live
this way anymore
Neither do I


Monday, April 17, 2017

ALWAYS CONNECTED, a poem

ALWAYS CONNECTED

The Kahunas contend
a single simple touch
will join us
like twins with a filament
of ectoplasm forever

So the connection created
by any long loving marriage
or an extended relationship
must surely produce links
thick as ancient redwoods

Those heavy bonds survive
divorce or separation
with the once loved
ties never erased
always remembered

(April 16, 2017)


Monday, April 10, 2017

SITTING in SILENCE, a poem

SITTING in SILENCE

So many couples sitting
in silence in restaurants
We always spoke
engaged in sweet conversation
looking into each other’s eyes

Why an absence of dialogue?
their disconnected lives speaking?
We were joined
in lively discourse
reflecting our love

Having eaten and paid the bill
they exit to their dreariness
We connected again
in the privacy
of our lovely home

(April 4, 2017)



Thursday, April 6, 2017

LOST LOVE, a poem

LOST LOVE

I loved you
You loved me
We loved each other
Now we are free


Thursday, March 30, 2017

AFTER DEATH, a poem

AFTER DEATH

What can be expected
In releasing a soul
in death?
forever deep sleep
in constant blankness

Perhaps an hereafter
of infinite torture
the sour reward
for an ugly past life
Yet some merit better

An eternity of pleasure
to be enjoyed without boredom
in sensuous ensembles
of tasty food and good wine
and varieties of flesh

(March 30, 2017)




Thursday, March 16, 2017

AFTERMATH, a poem

          Glorious fried egg I savor
          your unforgettable flavor
          disc of orange and white
          my taste buds soar in flight
          making my day so extra bright

          (Written in March, 2017. I thought I might try writing a limerick, but found it beyond doing at this time. I am not a funny writer.)





Sunday, March 12, 2017

WILDCAT, a poem

           
          Wildcat, what inflamed such desire
          perhaps my naked ready body
          transported you into a female fire

          Memories of the Wildcat you were
          Still stirs my near ancient lingam
          The joy of having made you purr
         
          Your zeal for my source of delight
          Often pulled me from deepest sleep
          For thrilling joinings in our night
         
          The lovely touch of your sweet skin
          Withheld in the years of old age
          Reminds me of what once had been

          (Written in February, 2017)