Baton rouged
cheeks
aglow
four syllable, setting back in lyric repose
smoldering Gibson
curved
muse
flashing
dashing
clicking
eyes
wide open square-mouthed
head askew
laughing
pearl white pink... framed
lips
licking a pinched, closed
moment
in discovery... sensations wither on primrose
not
the clipped voice
kind
just plain, distanced
gazing
tight fingers folded neatly as
if in
prayer
swinging through
the misty
little
girl
remnant days
all cause found
in
the plundered calendars
jealously relinquishing
the shadows
to
the
sensual
voluptuous
light

I marched... I made ready
my place in the crowd
the message was forceful
words so very loud

it takes on illusions
like cold air to ice
first thoughts are airy...
the latter a vice

the purpose was clear
as thought can be
infinite in wisdom
plain for all to see

it's absolutely like this
then turn it a bit
we tap it and bend it,
to make it all fit

then bright as can be
served up in delight
a host of assumptions
we sure are all right

flagrant failings remain so plain
like a swelling river in torrents of rain
you did it and succeeded
as if doing it was all that was needed

how boastful now do you want to be
talk over and under in your own reverie
I smiled curiously to see the effect
She stood motionless, head *****

Listen now how candor could rule the day
Was I amazed to see the utter dismay
Cast aside your insidious grin
Feel the sharp pain... I'm standing in

Better hurry then and get out of those shoes
You don't have much more you can afford to lose
Thanks for the tip and barb too
You snagged a real wonder, that's something new!

Bummy, Dodie and Leo Temple Step nose
in the Charlotte Street parlance, that's how it goes
there's Gibby and Tad and Scotchamarra too
a stout crowd, mixed and matched like the zoo

Here in these streets of cobble-****** walking
It's fearless mouths that do all the talking
Upstarts and startups were birthed from this place
Ever so measured, all joined the race

Find them anywhere you travel or happen to be
There is a Bronx brother or sister easy to see
With that particular accent, pinched and plain
Welcome sounds that seem so germane

My mind wanders back to those black and white days
When all we could see was this intricate maze
Speaking from all parts and places
Faces in colors, religions, and races

A happier time perhaps we lived through
Hard to tell considering now, what seems due
For all of you, from wherever you start
Remember, the whole is more than the sum of its parts

my heart is airy as a feather in flight
I have now striven what I wished to write...
tender words of joyous fun
a path so pleasantly traversed, is now done

recounting perceptions of your wondrous ways
robustly enchants all my days
no matter for now, I can't squeeze you tight
or whisper a sweet kiss and say good night

your smiles ****** and voices resound
for you are all here... so easily found
Hayden's sharp wit,  Klyan’s elegant surprise
Thalia's wiggly walk, mommies deep, opal eyes

inscribed here is my love with fervent sigh
permanent as sun in the morning sky
let’s dream on together... it's already fall
in a time soon to come, I will embrace you all

For Hayden Enan...
smartness resides in his vibrant smile
when he speaks always linger awhile
soundly imagined... so brightly lit
beguiling in his engaging wit

of cosmos and wonders so very bold
far from his years, distanced from old
eyes aglow... filled with challenging delight
entranced and sparked by ideas so bright

happily witnessed, abundant with joy
his father’s dreamboat, our big, big boy
with his mind and days complex and laden
one is always in awe, here comes... Hayden

For Kylan Kafu...
words with aplomb and consummate wit
wondrous imaginations, so readily fit
of galaxies, action heroes, his peachy sis
tendered and nuanced he's never remiss

stay still, listen up and hear him well
ready with buoyant laughter to tell
sit glorified in his iridescent smile
a charm, a goose, a country mile

face, a visage of handsome gone wild
our daily amazement, this extraordinary child
knowing and caring, what right to do
a joy to behold, our precious Kylu

For Tahlia Lehsan...
sleeping like an angel, she awakes a princess
with crystalline eyes and smiling caress
now off with her brothers, her day to whirl
my joyously strong, bounding big girl

“it’s my way or the highway”, she’ll give you the choice  
with directness and surety in powerful voice
running to claim another best place to be
comfy chair, mommy's lap... under that tree

calling out “Hayden”, “Kylan” “time to play”
pantomime, dance, and songs fill her day...  
wonder and delight, her name ends in “ahhh”
ablaze in curls, our beautiful Tahlia

For  Elvire...
here's mother, mom, earth, morning and all
guiding strength and total recall
beautiful, erudite... smiles that ignite
seeking, spinning to all our delight

a gaggle of yes, nos, dancing and song
packed bags, hot plates... “let's move along”
an heiress of style and eminent grace
wrapped so deftly in burgundy and lace

voluptuously tall flowing gait...
hurried and dabbled, she’s worth the wait
how fortunate am I sharing one so near
a symphony of bests... my dearest Elvire

supper done
  eyes cast
here
   then
  there
cerulean rain... dropping violet

melodic
     piano tickles
and smoothed out bed sheets
soft serpentine
moves stretched arms
up high
      dried iris and begonias... fall

Sunday
        will also come
  filled with
turned pages
and folded things

songs of shepherds
sweet stark
nakedness
  honed
     soft corners...
   ruby red
places
shudder to
      think
not caressed and
  sweat, and breath laughing smiles and
lips
lingering  
   with eyes
            deeply set
as a rudder
on course
      to...  all purpose, the ancients
        and joy  

              the heart... a bottomless
                                                        place.

a rash of failings and testy upheavals
oncoming gush of particular evils
take a time now to think it through
your fate you will lose to an indelicate rue

lost stature folded over in napkin style
hidden from the essence of a fateful smile
berated and scorned like a sore loser
stanchions holding back another abuser

leaping into action in avoiding this fate
but fell a bit short, behind a black ball and figure eight
I'll look upon posterity in a fast moving flight
to a new brighter place in ablaze with light