audio poem: Roses

Okay this is the last of my finished projects. I will be putting together a lot more of them in the next few days but I may not have any done for a bit. So enjoy and we will see what to do tomorrow


Poem Video: Alone in the Dark

Moving right along in my series of Poem Videos. Pretty soon I am going to have to switch video types as I have yet to fully convert all the audio recordings I made this week. It will take time but there will be a lot more drabble videos.

Poetry from collections

As I have written a lot of poetry I thought it was time to share some more with you wonderful readers. I have been sharing poems this week on my various blogs and decided to do put up poems from various collections here. From a multi-author anthology to my own personal collections, here are some glimpses into how my mind works.


This first poem is from the anthology Reflections of the End.

Smoke Tree

Beneath the smoke tree I sit
Looking over what is left
Once the world was green
filled with promise and dreams

But then they came from above
on wings of fire and darkness
burning away the life we knew
nothing could stand strong

I watched it all from here
And I changed as I did
The fire did not touch me
It seems nothing about me burned

Yet now I sit here
beneath the smoke tree
how cuold I be still here
When the world about me is gone

Nothing lives around me
They destroyed it all it seems
and now I come to realize
that I am smoke too


Here is a poem from my collection, Generations of Love


It was so hot
the sun beating down
as she dragged us around
from Camels to Polar bears

But how could we say no?
How would we say stop?
Her little face alight
laughter echoing in the air

The joy on her face
matched the wonder on yours
a father long denied
with his baby at the zoo


This poem is from the collection, Love, Loss and Lonliness

A song in the distance

between you and I
between love and life
music bridges the gap

A song
reminding me of you
bringing you close
behind my closed eyes


This poem is from the collection, Random Musing of a Poetic mind


I let you go
to find your heart with someone else
and I smile when I remember
the times we were so close

A truer friend
you’ll never find
but you needed so much more
and so I set you free

Now I look to the sky
and I hope someday
you will return to me
my butterfly


And this piece is from my collection, Seasons of my Mind


Green leaves,
flowing down the trees,
vines wrapping tight,
like many arms about the trunk.

Soft, dappled light,
animals scurry by,
I lie back,
and stare up through the leaves.


And finally this poem is from my erotic short story and poetry collection, Distance Means Little to Love


A word in the dark,
A distant touch,
I barely know you,
Yet I know you so well.

You reached out a hand,
Lifted up my soul,
With your soft words,
You’ve stolen my heart!


I hope you have enjoyed the variety of poems I have shared this week.

Yet again the sadness

Oh my god how many babies can we lose?  An elementary school being smashed flat and at least twenty babies killed.  So so many families have been destroyed.   It gets so hard to put on the news each morning.

You readers know that I have been a part of three different charity anthologies to try and help the families who have been hurt through guns, bombs and explosions.  And now we have Mother Nature ripping apart families.  It is horrible and would have been horrible if that was all that happened this year but with the man made disasters, the hurricane and now this?  I am like many feeling battered and bloodied and I have no contact in these disasters.

I wish there was more I could do than lend my words to this sadness, this madness but it is all I can do.  I will search for writers who plan on helping and i will offer my words.  I am so hoping that the rest of this year will just be normal days, normal storms.  Please you Powers That Be leave the babies alone.  They need to grow up and be the leaders of tomorrow.

So today until I find a place to give my words I will post the poems I have written this morning

Six months of sadness

Six months of news
of children being hurt
six months of madness
and what can we do?

Turn on the news
and what do you see
Guns, bombs and storms
tearing apart families

It is hard to see the good
to see the hapiness to be found
when so many little faces
can no longer smile


Yet again

Storms coming through
bringing danger in their wake
One moment you are safe
the next you are not

We stand by helpless
unable to understand
how nature has turned against us
and smashed towns flat

So many in danger
so many lost
what can we do
than offer up our thoughts

Prayers and well wishes
money and clothing
anything we can do
will barely be enough


We can hope that the sun will shine for those who lost more than any mother could stand.