Tuesday, October 7, 2014

                                                
                                                     God's Crayon Box
  Red, brown and peach colored crayons
making war over nothing
 Brown can't mix with peach, you say.
''I know dad,'' I've heard this all before.
  Scowling faces, cradled in hate.
  Guns and fistfights,
 leaving crayons broken everyday.
  Can all the peach
 and brown hued crayons
weep for their sons
 and daughters
 or moms and dads
together, maybe? Some day?
Yes? No.
Not likely.
Maybe.


If you like my poetry, then you'll love my YA novelette about a boy named Edgar who sleeps in a coffin and just doesn't fit in at his Elementary School!

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Sunday, March 2, 2014

Oh Caroline


In your eyes of blue I find respite!
Blonde hair never smelled sweeter than honey in the trees
before I met you
Your lips I have kissed in my mind 
a time or two
but feeling your heartbeat next to mine
‘’not yet’’ you whisper
‘’Ok.’’
I reply.
I would keep myself chaste for you for twenty six more years
Just as long as you say 
Sweet darling that you will be mine
All mine!

When the Sun Sets!

Her eyes are the sun
to me
for when they set on me
I weep
I swoon
Her lips
I feel against my own
and I melt
we are of one consciousness
one soul
in my dreams that is
in person my coward’s tongue
bounds me to silence
the professor cries class dismissed
and I pack up my notebook
and my pencil
and head to my next class
counting down the minutes till
I see Kelsey
again