Sunday, December 27, 2015

Friday, December 25, 2015


time to sit and dream
open windows from within
hear the songs of friends

Wednesday, December 23, 2015


guard their secret stash
wrapped in silk until dinner
is to be explored

Sunday, December 13, 2015

Free Kindle Poetry! Dec 13-15, 2015

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Thursday, December 10, 2015


words fall from the sky
most people walk right by them
others sweep them up

Wednesday, December 9, 2015


swirls in sunlight trails
collects on my piano
twirls in streams of air

Tuesday, December 1, 2015


my own soul teaches
love does not spare suffering
while offering joy

Saturday, November 28, 2015


words are left behind
to practice in the darkness
dreams still left alive

Tuesday, November 24, 2015


lost for six hours
first sight of humanity
simply says "KEEP OUT"

Sunday, November 22, 2015


we have time for words
whispered in the deep ashes
beneath our cold feet

Saturday, November 14, 2015


my mind never stays
where I want it to focus
the music shines deep


time finished its song
a love duet with the sun
just before setting

Thursday, November 12, 2015

Tuesday, November 10, 2015

Monday, November 9, 2015

it seems

that everyone hangs on
to the knowledge of how much
love they have to share

Saturday, November 7, 2015


embrace the silence
in your own words like prayer
rising as incense

Tuesday, November 3, 2015

Monday, November 2, 2015


I light the fire
to greet the day with a glow
which welcomes the sun

Saturday, October 24, 2015


today's pure process
will not be true tomorrow
and still life is good

Friday, October 23, 2015


naked prayers write
themselves in the darkest caves
word gardens of life

Wednesday, October 21, 2015


who speaks of silence?
who listens to its meaning?
who is not alone?

Monday, October 19, 2015


age yawns and slowly
falls asleep forming new life
chiseled in my mind

Saturday, October 17, 2015


prayers play the flute
on the cool morning hillside
in tune with the wind

Friday, October 16, 2015


sweat returns downward
toward the earth which struggles
with the field workers

Wednesday, October 7, 2015

Sunday, October 4, 2015

Tuesday, September 29, 2015


I push my child
soft away and she comes back
yelling "harder please"

Sunday, September 27, 2015

Friday, September 25, 2015


I keep my world small
family books home and food
very small poems

Monday, September 21, 2015

Saturday, September 19, 2015


many old poems
have the language of flowers
that have never bloomed

Wednesday, September 9, 2015

Saturday, September 5, 2015

a poem

won't stand still for you
often it stands on its head
waiting for your tune

Thursday, September 3, 2015

Monday, August 31, 2015

my guitar

hangs there
with six voices
bleeding with songs
living very deep
in the mirror

Friday, August 28, 2015

when my children were born

I could see it in their eyes
each time I saw another poet
has come with passionate wisdom
to wail alone into the void
with fists raised high in the air
constantly contemplating this chaos

Sunday, August 9, 2015

Tuesday, August 4, 2015

Thursday, June 4, 2015

evening routine


forget tenderness
serene silent threnodies
rage deep in my soul


shines in his deep eyes
as he spirals in circles
through the garden leaves


ranting and raving
in the overwhelming light
collapsing in sweat


he sticks out his tongue
and bangs his head on the wall
behind the garden


mother revolted
by the dark blood on the wall
screams in tender fear


oblivious he
undoes the lock on the gate
washed clean by the moon

Wednesday, June 3, 2015

beneath whispers

the heart alone
has taken charge
thoughts fill too slowly
prayer acts as referee
between the heart and mind

the dance alone
has vanished bright
thoughts fill too darkly
prayer acts as laughing joy
between the feet and mind

Sunday, May 31, 2015


a death seed sings the distant
melody traveling toward sea
with such quick impatience and

claims new worlds
to light the roads
dawning beneath your feet

Saturday, May 30, 2015


in the clouds
raining fresh
nectar of flowers
onto the earth

silence in the shade
sparkles like dew
on a spring night

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

music pierces

the huge deserted palace
of the heart

the chalice filled
with flowers within

the drops of dew
surrounding the dawn

the love that a poem
cuddles close to its breast

the sweet muttered prayer
of a mother for child

the space in a corner
saved for troubled boys

the tearful goodbyes
of one fearful of death

the infinite truth
known only to God

Tuesday, May 26, 2015

at night

I read aloud verses
to hear the dark voices
in the resting shadows

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Why Poetry? (1974)

In Bed an In the Bathtub (1970)

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Saturday, May 23, 2015

middle of the night

I can hear armadillos
crossing the road to dig
for insects in the yard
I walk out and sit quiet
on the porch watching
the hungry critters crawl
slow and aimless
in the moonlight

one seemed to look at me
and mesquites watched too

beneath the grass
insect antennae twitch
expectantly in the decay
of cool shifting topsoil

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Child Wisdom

innocent explorations of dreams
and images and new found discoveries
create knowledge without critique

each touch and thought is fresh
and dreams are not really inconsistent
and flowers and insects sing excitement

and peace is not a task to search for
and failure is not a source for scourge
but a path for clearer understanding

dreams and hopes i have forgotten
belong to the children of wisdom with
their laughter and songs promising blessings

for future rainbows and a trusting
pact have i made with them giving
my prayers to their accomplishments

my poetry

my clothes reek of body odor
my wrinkles explain visions of age
my dreams observe the beasts of love
my hymns declare my passion for justice
my words declare my clothes and wrinkles
my words enhance my dreams and hymns

sweat drops from the precious fruit of poem

Tuesday, May 19, 2015


art reaches beyond being conscious
every self understanding
             or expectation

Sunday, May 17, 2015

nothing is itself

unbroken strings of unseen particles
keep us tied together unwittingly

deep inside each atom is 99 percent empty space

Saturday, May 16, 2015

inhale the future blues

sticky bloating south Texas humidity
lungs twisting airless inside out
while waiting for the tornado to appear
heavy streams of sweat rivulet from every pore

air salty sharp with winged bug clouds
and Willie Brown kicking in his sleep
can’t sing the future, can’t sing the past
seems like every minute gonna be my last

society cares little, if any, for poets but there
is power in turning a noun into a verb that protects
the concentrated thought releases involved in
forgetting the sticky bloating south Texas humidity

and pretending the watery air drinks like wine
which explains the folks staggering all the time
free to share more than we know about ourselves
recording every breath twisting airless inside out

Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Tuesday, May 5, 2015


wasted words

soft and peaceful
past the pain

a time to fully
to be alone

look to escape
for a moment

Monday, April 27, 2015

A stone dropped

in a stream dances in ripples
through the shade of overhead branches

for a few moments
the world has lost its balance

softly it recedes and it becomes
a vibrating silence as water again

flows beneath the weight of air

Sunday, April 26, 2015

poem is playground

poem is filled with banal beggars
words of rain and thunder
with seasons of drought
burning with compassion
and warring with the senses

poem wars with cynical reason
while seeking the streets mystics
dream of with such simplicity
the words of poems written
centuries ago reappear in poem

poem sings from closed windows
a music small and destitute sounding
deeply like the ocean through glass
scrutinized line by line for depth
for poem to do what it is not able

Saturday, April 25, 2015

Special Ed Committee

in a presence of intelligence
scrutinized measured algebraized
then entered on a spreadsheet
to be graphed and judged by a jury
of their elders without one small
lighted flame in any of them
the darkness is overwhelming

the child's gifts unknown
far above and beyond

Thursday, April 23, 2015

Turning 60

a trilateral description

It is humbling
and deflating
to understand
the absolute truth
of having slept
through twenty years
of life.

There are tracings
of the depths
while awake.

Never fully

Each year to come
I will sleep
for four months per.

Tuesday, April 21, 2015


at Walmart
with their sleeping bag


people walk around them


Sunday, April 19, 2015

a bookmark in a bible

for many years it's been on the same page
in the same thrift store on the same shelf
I've seen it every time I visit and I wonder
if I'd be invading the privacy of the original
reader if I peeked to see what they marked
so many years ago and I think they may still
be alive and I could call them up - we could
discuss their choices and they could ask me
questions I don't want to hear and discuss
my choices and I know bookmarks in bibles
are really love notes between the reader
and their creator. And I move on to see if
any clothing my size has come in this week.

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

the painter

on the river walk
sketches a face
near a flower
in sunlight

the flower grows
magic on patio

barges float
by easily

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

beneath whispers

the heart alone
has taken charge
thoughts fill too slowly
prayer acts as referee
between the heart and mind

the dance alone
has vanished bright
thoughts fill too darkly
prayer acts as laughing joy
between the feet and mind