You hold my hand
on this cold and starless night.
I can see it in your eyes;
you'll make everything alright.

You hold me close
and kiss me gently on my cheek;
move a strand of hair from my face
and to me you softly speak:

*"You are the shooting star
that used to light my skies,
but then you fell down to the earth
And now you light our lives."

"A cold and starless night
to which only you bring meaning.
Your love is all I'll ever need
on some enchanted evening."

"two birthday presents are better than one"
sayings of the wise men

"and what an honor it is, and how could we be anything greater
(than all too human)?" 
 R.A.
~

for Rebecca, a birthday gift

~
a message of notification,
comes early one evening, an agent provocateur,
a paparazzi peeping tom,
a cat burglar presuming the poet-receiver nat is
a rat-man out and about, galavanting around town,
dancing perhaps, seeing a Pinter play, a movie,
a lecture on string theory, an underground railroad rock concert,
reading a book of priestly poetry, or himself,
lost in a mesmerizing revery of poetic composition

her question, a statement of fact, a reflection,
one or all, all for one, this pronunciation,
a witness deposition re the human condition

the man is knocked askew in about
an instantly,
sitting before the voluptuous fireplace's crackling complications,
fire sensing the multiples of implications,
contemplating the failing honor of human limitations,
sensing the uniqueness of our successes,
a claiming race prize
for all of we humans
in her words

now how great is this knowledge that we,
all to human,
all too human,
need let this then be the first
thought/ message/ notification -
meditation of our every day

that we honor ourselves first,
our upstart blessing,
in order to honor our world
and its bedazzling human creativity


~
We find our poems in many different ways.  Of late,
I keep finding inspiration from the messages that many of you send to me, re the poems I choose to publish here. So I repeat my disclaimer, "any message you send can and will be used as a poem."

Was just after four in the morning
and a full moon sails across the sky

So after falling asleep upon my bed
And not long after closing my eyes

I'm pulled to a distant faraway land
made of laughter and made of smiles

So I went to a fantastic fashion show
and sat amongst my butterfly friends

Music began to play serenely smooth
Musical note clouds floating in the sky

O'  a honeybee asks to dance with me
With me, and I couldn't help but sigh

I tried but what for?

I really did try
to strengthen the defense
to weaken the weakness

I really did try
to toughen my fences
even lit up the hedges

I really did try
to thicken the lines
make it better defined

But all that
for building my defense
All gone for a split second.

For I have built that facade
Little did I know
you'll emerge from inside

And so it crumbles from within
Walls fall like a messy
soft cake; failed

And now, from the very core you begin
I can do nothing
but let it be.