Sailor

My dream catcher
Sits atop a lighthouse
Waiting for that ship in the night

A sailor, with the look of
A beautiful horizon in his eyes
Has lips that whisper words
As gentle as the trade winds

His touch is as soft as
The island flowers
And his presence brings
Adventures of past voyages
Stirring passions that
Create the sweetest nectar
Ever to be tasted

When the dunes finally
Receive the force of the ocean’s tide
Hurricanes will blow
And the stillness of this island beach
Will be awakened once again


SAILOR

Mêlée

Your eyes fluttered
As if in deep REM’s
But this is no dream
Just stark contradictions in reality
For what feels like a dream
Is yours for the asking
And the real pleasure
Is accompanied by
The pain of conflict

Mêlée

The Kiss

Butterflies
Conjured thoughts of
The sound of his voice
Prickly?
Tickly?
Smooth, moist
Like space with no air
Succumbed intimacy

THE KISS

PRIVATION

There was a moment, a connection
when the breeze whispered
your inner privation.

I stood silent and listened...

Its rustling stirred the smell of Jasmine
embedded in your dreams,
blowing through my fingers, wanting to take hold.


PRIVATION

To My Daughter

It is for me to remember the joy
in the news of having a girl. It is
for me to remember the sleepless
nights and constant worry.

I can still feel your newborn fingers
grasp my one, and the smell of fresh
milk on your breath or the feel of rocking
you in my arms to sleep….

It is for you to keep in your heart the
endless, lazy summer days of jump rope,
chocolate chip cookies with milk, and the
opened door of a house filled with love.

But remember if you can, the silver hair
of an angel, wrapped in the crocheted
blanket of autumn colors; for although I
am in the winter of my life, I look forward
to reincarnating in the spring time of heaven.

Where I can once again know the joys
of birth; yours and mine. I can once again
know the love of a parent, a husband and
again a child; and the river of life will have
made its way to the horizon.

TO MY DAUGHTER

Safe Haven

You are...

a beach house in the pouring rain;
my life coming down in buckets...

an assuasive presence on a blustery night
whose golden autumn eyes makes this heart smile!

You are...

brilliant fall colors on a New Hampshire afternoon;
an inglenook blaze rolling through the hills, poaching twilight.

a safe haven snuggled under Eider down
whose nurturing affection fosters impassioned emotions.

Safe Haven

NO WORDS

Frustration is the manipulator
Of my fingertips.
Lead is pushed across the page
In an effort to express my
Inner most thoughts.

Lines squiggle
As my voice shakes
Starting and stopping
In discursive ramblings of feelings

Meant to turn one’s heart
Arouse one’s senses
And liberate one’s soul.

Analogies of flowing rivers
Seductive sunsets and
Sensuously soft roses
That bring to mind the
Smooth supple anatomy
Of this woman’s strongest aphrodisiac

Seem trite in comparison
To the fervent emotions
Stuck in my throat.

NO WORDS

Du’a Khalil Aswad

Recoil into your resistance
into your self
into fetal dreams
that once nourished you...

For man, in his dominance
is dehumanizing;
shrouding your dignity
under the feigning of salvation...

Let go the remnant
of this mortal life.
Induce reverie's delivery
to a celestial sphere filled with love...

Resile your fear and subjugation
allowing your supernal soul to flourish
with all the purpose you were born...

The Stoning...




When winter winds
fellate through naked limbs
clinging to their trunks
howling and moaning

When the sun submeres
into a cold dark sea
not allowing the sky to blush

When thick fog
breaths heavy on the ground
indifferent to the beads of rain
slipping from the lashes of
the meadow's wild flowers

Then Mother Nature did not prepare
her daughters well...

For the forces known as man.


As Nature Would Have It...



Why don't women invest their assets
At whose cost do children end their futures
What is the price tag on human worth

The reason all beings continue or stop...

Give me the going rate for a smile
Is there a fee for a word of encouragement
How much is the outlay for a headstone

One that reads "Much Beloved"...

Real Power isn't in an external portfolio
It is in an internal stockpile of consumer confidence
Owned and operated to share the wealth

People live to be valued...


Personal Fortune...




This set of poems is dedicated to Du'a Khalil Aswad.
All children should be allowed to pursue their dreams.

RESTLESS

My emotions disable me
Discursive dreams
Slip in and out of my daily routine
Relentless desire
Takes the place of peaceful slumber
Food, no longer satisfies the cravings
Hunger that starts
With the sound of your voice
Is followed by a thirst
Quenched only from your lips
A burning sensation
Cooled twice
By the milk of satisfaction
This appetite reaches so deep
It can only be filled
With a limberness of soul
And a passion
That makes one’s fists clench
And body convulse within
A connection intense enough to bring tears
Filled with a remembrance of my past
Love of the present
And excitement for the future

RESTLESS

INSECURITY

Oh, how I wish for one day
all of my imperfections
to go away.
I would leave behind
for you to find
the vulnerable beauty
of his heart and mind.
No longer will I need to conceal
all of the emotions that I feel.
My wild spirit your subconscious would
reveal, embrace and be understood.
Conditions no longer would there be
for the bond desired
between you and me.
Unguarded acceptance
would I then know
from the trust and faith
that began to grow.

INSECURITY