He Is

bullfrogs playing banjo strings in a scarlet sunsetwater surging in veins of the rainforest in Borneodots that salsa around on the back of a newborn fawncolors mingling on a palette, the firmament at dawn fire rainbow made by ice crystals and bright sunlightantelope canyon, shades reflect on the navajo sandstonehanging pouches, mammatus clouds dangling in […]

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My New Poem “Seasonal Delights” Live On Masticadoresindia

whispering limbs sense a tender heartreleasing a chorale of euphonious notesdrifting, my soul floats, eyeing an arrayof foliage in various stages of life’s hopes saluting the old sweet gum tree, I lingerspring webworms laying their eggs underfresh green leaves talking of such fatiguelaying a thousand eggs, it is no wonder To continue reading, please visit […]

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a Tribute to every Veteran

  a white blanket of sand at the edge of the big muddylike a pale face of a thousand lives long since moved onwind blows the adagio maiden grass wildly on windy edgebright yellow cotton trees and willows call to the white ripplesreaching toward the cerulean firmaments and its sunny kissesdoe with young fawns eat […]

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Forks of Ivy

within the choices, the ivy threads through thepatterned, worn, and tattered pieces of my youthits blood a mixture of punctures that weave circles of skin and bone into forgotten storiestucked in corners where candy corn and ice-cream drips dried, flying into dust devils along a path of smiles without corners with a cigarettehanging like a […]

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New Jerusalem

a brilliant light shines intensely white, as the power of God, does revealblack corruption, murder, and seas of lies draping, but God’s Love doth healbringing forth life to all those born again, Our Father creator of His earthangels tend to Jesus in the desert, but death, resurrection the goal of His birthsilence can be music, […]

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God is Waiting

The fine hairs of the tree moss,talk to one another in a languageonly they know. Years have gone since the heavybranches have felt the weightof heavy winter snow. The earth preserves herself withina cavity of love, as many thingshave fallen to slumber. Years ago when the moonlightbrought a trail of tears, Godtalked of such wonder. […]

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