Friday, May 31, 2013


Washing away the day
Debussy's waves crash across my lips
As I sink below the bubbles

Dreaming of beach play
La Mer's violins taste bitter sweet
As the water begins to cool

Putting Triton's trumpets away
The silence of bedtime cools my skin
As the tub drains to empty

Today's dVerse Meeting the Bar asks us to use Synesthesia or Sensory Confusion in a poem (i.e. taste the rainbow). I've included a poem about bathtime-a nice relaxing bubble bath, listening to Debussy's La Mer, and maybe having a glass of wine. Hope you enjoy.

Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Come Back Spring

The blackbirds in the trees sing,
As a cold fog descends on the city by the bay,
“Come back Spring, come back Spring!”

With warmth and sunshine, She came teasing
For a week of park and beach play,
As the blackbirds in the trees sing.

Winter’s tears are cold rain stinging,
She’s painted the seas and skies gray.
“Come back Spring, come back Spring!”

The sun hides his warmth this morning
Causing delicate flowers wilt in dismay,
As the blackbirds in the trees sing.

Pray this is Winter’s last fling,
That sunshine will come and keep the cold away.
As the blackbirds in the trees sing,
“Come back Spring, come back Spring!”


I wrote this poem earlier this in late winter as spring was starting to tease, how appropriate the last line is now that the summer heat rises. I may have to do a continuation. Now linked to dVerse Open Link Night.

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Poem Published!

I had a couple pieces published this month, nothing big, no real $$$. But I'm excited that someone actually thinks my stuff is good enough to put with some others and push out there to the world and work with me on some edits. 

The first is a 6 word flash fiction piece, a Six Word Scattered Penny, now showcased online at Haunted Waters Press.

The second is a poem of mine, The Devil's Specialty, part of the 'Tales of the Undead - Suffer Eternal: volume II'  available from the following links (volume genre-horror):

Volume II will soon be available on Amazon as well.

Sunday, May 26, 2013


o'er the ledge
reveals lifting

The Mist

Friday, May 24, 2013

Visions Clamber (Glosa-Poe)

“Such hilarious visions clamber
Through the chamber of my brain —
Quaintest thoughts — queerest fancies
Come to life and fade away”
Edgar Allan Poe

As the sun surrenders
Shadows begin the show
Tugging on the strings of my mind
The puppet master commands--
Buried emotions--forgotten memories 
Seeping from the iced amber;
Haunting pages filled
Poured from the bottle of my soul--
Words morph -- bending timbre
Such hilarious visions clamber

Ale does not drown these ghosts
They live to haunt me another night;
Tapping on my window
Seeking the outside world--
Constantly pestering--annoyingly pecking
Like ravens at my window pane
Until I cannot bare it anymore
Opening the window to my soul--
Words fly--swooping low
Through the chamber of my brain

The amber no longer calms
The rattling in my mind
Only words to paper
Hold my cure--
Night’s obsession--all consuming
To the highest degrees;
Life becomes poetry
Memories become stories
From fairies to banshees--
Quaintest thoughts — queerest fancies

This obsession takes its toll
An empty lonely heart
Tells no more tales;
The night could not satisfy--
Rhythm and rhyme--amber and ale
At sun’s first ray
The fog lifts--
Freeing the pain--freeing the soul
Nightmares see the light of day
Come to life and fade away


dVerse Form for All: Paying Tribute, Page and the Glosa

The glosa is a form of poetry from the late 14th century and was popular in the Spanish court. The introduction, the cabeza, is a quatrain quoting a well-known poem or poet. The second part is the glosa proper, expanding on the theme of the cabeza, consisting of four ten-line stanzas, with the lines of the cabeza used to conclude each stanza. Lines six and nine must rhyme with the borrowed tenth.There are no rules governing meter and line length, except that traditionally, they emulate the style of the lines in the cabeza.

Because of its structure, the glosa is ideally used as a poem of tribute--mine happens to pay tribute to Edgar Allen Poe. It is probably the longest poem I have written recently and is just my interpretation of what it must have been like to be him, the experiences he had, and had to have bottled up inside, to write they way he did.

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Hot Tears

Hot iron striking
Zeus demands more
Thunder and lightning
No time to find her

Unfaithful bride
Loves all but he
Nowhere to hide
Ares and Aphrodite

Lovers caught in the act
Brought before all
Cooler heads transact
To spare Hephaestus from a brawl

A bride returned
To an unhappy husband
His affections spurned
Only fire obeys his command

His disgust in hiding
As his bride’s belly rounds
Hot iron striking
Anvil pounds

I posted this over on my other blog Nightmare of Daytime with a haiku attached for a Haibun, but I liked it alone so much I wanted to post it over here and link it to dVerse's Open Link Night.

Sunday, May 19, 2013

Korean Barbeque

Delectable Meats
Sides of sprouts and kimchee
Make this dinner with friends perfect
In the City of Angels' Korea Town
Try the squid, its delicious
Laughs shared, memories made
Delectable Meats


Sunday Mini-Challenge: Rictameter

the imaginary garden with real toads


Friday, May 17, 2013


Words fall like tears
Bottled up inside
Seeking to understanding
Seeking peace

Words fall like stars
In the night sky
Seeking nature’s wonder
Seeking God within

Words fall like lovers
Onto the bed
Seeking passionate release
Seeking an unending moment


Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Falling Apart

To fall
Apart yet
Wrapped in bandages
That bind my pieces together
I patiently await the impending thunderstorm
That slinks slowly across the plains as the pain radiates from my old knee injury

A Fibonacci Poem linked to  dVerse Open Link Night

Sunday, May 12, 2013

Violet Weeds

 Purple Loosestrife
Vivid shades of purples
Infiltrate my  garden greens
Only to flourish
Long after the rains have ceased
Ever rooting deeper
Taking over, vile weeds

imaginary garden with real toads
Sunday Mini-Challenge ~ VIOLET

the imaginary garden with real toads

I'm back from my self-imposed break. I was really sick at the end of April, but pushed through the A to Z challenge. I needed a break to recuperate and get back to full health.  So its back to some poetry, just not every day probably. :)

Thursday, May 2, 2013

Haiku: Fool

Joy and laughter
Open your heart to life
No fool's innocence

Carpe Diem #185, The Fool (0) (Tarot)

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Haiku: Dark Magic

Tarot cards drawn

Blood drips from bramble prick

Destiny sealed

Carpe Diem #184 ,  Tarot (regular)

Sensational Haiku Wednesday!: Bramble
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