I would like to be a writer. I began this site with amorous intentions, and over the course of time, I hope to have evolved as a male in an ever changing society that is today, recognizing the true beauty and elegance of woman. My words and notions will I hope respond in poetic verse of many genre and style. Come along and please share your ideas and insights. Thank you for your visit.

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Alone In The Quiet of an Afternoon


When the rains began to fall,

I wondered,

did she,

was she at all curious,

did she know

I would be right here,

waiting,

where it is I always want to be,

this place, one night,

the first time,

a kiss,

quiet afterward,

when her eyes opened

to see him standing there,

laying next to her,

cradling every aspect of whom she might be,

in the moment,

in the quiet of a

rainy

afternoon.


Steal Away Steel


He would

anticipate,

a sudden hope

if only

a memory might

draw upon her soul,

this familiar

knowledge of now,

the rains,

would he wish to steal away,

yet, somber like the

natural course of a fever

drawn cold upon

a glancing steel.


A Whipping Post


Not for pleasure mind a manner

though the truth tally fortune

he does stand alone

her mockery is surely known

do quiet in her stealth

come to terms with time at home

he is her solace

to him we toast

her

whipping post


Stop, Just Listen


What about the shadow,

when time might allow,

is there,

can we,

while whenever I do imagine,

her spirit on a starlit night,

I still cannot,

I won’t ever know,

if …

well I haven’t been told

just how

I might feel

when I glance inside her eyes,

one lonely night

ago.


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Love’s Whimsy


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When Writing Is My Composure


Would I that I might reach out,

find some grasp, a hold,

perhaps a shoulder that within

sweet familiarity

would be my peace.

 

Yet in the quiet of some melody,

it is words I can only share,

and hope, and perhaps believe,

they do give reckoning,

a gentle peace of tender harmony.

 

For it is these alone times,

a soft chant, the keys of a piano solo,

a sweet tear might fall,

glistened eyes do sing song,

to wonder of the reality of my words.

 

When once while safe we did in the shadows,

our lips touch, a world beyond ourselves grow


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The Rains


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