Dancing Girls

The childish laughter rolled with the green hills Up and down and they enjoyed the play and thrills Sisters loving the sunshine in the pool of daffodils Running happily through the afternoon as a breeze brought on a chill Bows and laces, smiling faces, showing…

Color My World

Red for the blood White for pure Blue for integrity Color My World Yellow sun The pink rose The orange sunset The day will close Green for money and wealth Brown for laboring at the belt Color My World with history Color My World with…

Life in RED

Women Divine Stop at the sign You have a loss Dressed like a boss Paint the town The nose of a clown Suit so bright On a candy cane with white Highlight of a sunset The love I’ll never forget jj2017

Red

The color of love Shows it’s another side Which is a means of survival for many The  one who gets paid, For also the one who gets laid.   They all are working in red light area, And by any chance, Shouldn’t be judged For,…

Spider and it’s web

A spider worked hard Day in and day out And built a web With it’s saliva To catch it’s  prey.   Little did it know That it will get Stuck in it’s own web Counting it’s last minutes And die!    

He Ain’t No Nice Guy

He Ain’t No Nice Guy VCS They called him insane, the man of pain They called him lame Some just said, ‘You ain’t no nice guy’ But none of that was true, it was just an angle of the sun beaming off a diamond He…

Poem 8: Questions

When is a kiss not a kiss? a slapping together of lips an infestation of tongues What is a kiss? dance of the eyelashes a covered smile tips of hands meeting, a second When does not a kiss become a kiss? When does love not…

Poem 2: Summer Garden

Only the harsh wind can open this blossom, the city the cement gray sky bringing out the red, yellow, and orange of the petals, its people The city, a morgue, no movement in its capillaries suddenly pumps to life its breath, hot and muggy, a…

Poem 1: My Dark Wish

I want to be my shadow trade places for a day go where she goes what adventures she must go on always disappearing when I’m inside To be my shape without a face a blank slate eyes that see but not be seen within my…