Gathering with many
At a dinner that offers plenty
I take off my coat and scarf
Full of magic are
the candlelit tables
The sparkling wine glasses are full
And the turkey is roasted
Waiting to be carved
Holding to the gift of giving
with a welcome receiving
And being thankful
By serving others with a platter
Is the tune that plays on thanksgiving
Listening to the chatter
And looking
at the serene mountains of food
takes your waistline to new measures
as you dive into the dessert
a taste of wonder
Touches the hearts of many
Who always think of a way
To say
Happy Thanksgiving
Questionable
The starry sky matches
My heart
Touching the depth with an art
Of creation
Sending me to places
Of my dreams
And seems to contest
With bliss
Full of heaven’s mercy
And I wonder nursing
My pleasures
And profusely challenging
What measures me
As ambivalent
My verbs and nouns are
My bread and butter
What tops most
Is how I boast
About what I do
I’m living and breathing
In streams of forgiveness
Never leaving out the freshness
Of development and esteem
Reaching for a new platform
Beyond what I have draped in the past
for reasons that touch my horizons
and glimpse my dreams
and leaves me on my tippy toes
waiting for a new introduction
Unity
You say I write how I speak
And it’s clear I am meek
To deliver something of passion
That legally prosecutes
My fashion
Of this and that and slang
And rant
As I continue on this blog
Let me assure you
That I am wrong quite a bit
But my belief is bigger
Than any majesty
In the language I resume
And I stand
To tempt the best of my fingers
At typing and keeping in scope
My lingering testimony
Of how I came home
To writing with skills
That started
Long ago
Searing this language at it’s edges
Proclaims my ways and imagines
A sky full of harps and I say
“why?”
Why do I shadow myself?
I stand tall and escapes me in all
Is my fashion for words
Telling and taling my way
Through the air that touches
And briskly dashes through
My sight
And I think I might see
Something of magic
Until I kneel
And I feel
The tease of what is wrapping around me
I let the butterfly from my hand soar
And watch as it’s wings devour
What I try to.
The Wind
The wind takes me beyond
What I can see
It pushes and excels me
And sends me into captivation
It purely reaches
The most tender places
And exists to press in me
What passions live
And I lean in
Hoping it soars my
Allegiance
To honoring
My dignity
Falling into prelude
This is who I am
And I melt into it
as it holds me
to higher limits
Time spills and puddles
The scene
such harmony is brought
to caress a tale
one that distills
and permeates
through the air
the light Is shown
as you wear your smile
let this next day
say to you
how marvelous
and true
to your spirit
you are
and let your rays
funnel your being
as you are running
to achieve
and believe
in something we cannot see
