Friday, August 23, 2013

Basil and Lydia

Oh, the world goes ‘round on Basil’s hometown,
And the crowd bows down to honor the crown,
But he won’t fall down ‘til his lover comes ‘round,
And the Lord watches ladies and lords, oh!
Yes, He watches His ladies and lords, oh!
Yes, He watches his ladies and lords. 

Oh, the world spins ‘round ‘top Lydia’s crown,
For her love goes ‘round and out on the town,
And he eats and he drinks until he falls down,
And the Lord watches ladies and lords, oh!
Yes, He laughs at His ladies and lords, oh!
Yes, He watches his ladies and lords.

Oh, the world falls down on Basil the clown,
for his lass did drown and sink in the ground.
Lyd-ia heard of the gowns he sought ‘round the town,
And he cries for his lady, ‘Oh, Lord, Oh!’ 
The Lord prays for the clown’s weary soul, oh!
As He watches his ladies and lords. 


*Song from novel I'm working on 

I wonder

I fell asleep
within your arms,
lying upon my parent’s
sunken-in old couch,
the only sound the
click-clock
of the
tick-tock  
upon the wall,
echoing the steady beating
of your heart.

And after we lie there
together

I wonder what
my mother would

think. 

Sunday, August 4, 2013

Tussle

Torrential

t     
 o          e
r          f
  n         f
a         e
  d       c
o           t

tossing
tiny triumphs into 

tangled
       turnarounds 

Thursday, August 1, 2013

Envision

Relax, hard ground, 
shake off your cold.

A sparkling summer of destiny awaits us
with the welcome of a glittering sun,
waking a dream 
behind soft glades of glen,
and whispering elations of 
sincere engagements beneath a

writer’s pen.


Praha

Embracing the day,
a whirl-i-gig of emotions
sweep past as
St. Vitus Cathedral,
enveloped in diamonds,
appears. 

Stop midstep.
Check breathing.
Not breathing.

Slow intake as heart beats
musically with euphoria,
a day of wonderment held 
beside medieval structure 
resembling heaven’s front gates;

so sweet of a moment
minute
second
yet lasting 
a lifetime within memory.    

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Tic-Tock-Trick

God and His love
is for us

but Time,
he snickers quietly in the corner…

Coffee date?
            Meeting.
Movie night?
            Lesson planning.
Weekend getaway?
            Family function.
Dinner?
            Guys night.
Study session?
            Girls night.

Five minutes here,
twenty minutes there,
and maybe an hour at the most...

Reality slowly sinks in
as I’m hoping for

Patience to win out  

and Pride to
walk away.

Sunday, December 30, 2012

Revelation Rose

I plucked the blooming bud
from Grandma’s rosebush, eagerly
admiring waning beauty of
burgundy to delicate blush.
Reaching for another,
she instead held with force, desperate for life,
knowing she would not thrive without
sturdy stem, with roots held deep within ground.
As blood flourished and flowed across my fingertips,
I was sorry for the pain,
her rough thorns tearing innocent skin.
And then,
I realized the rose was me –  
pretty appearance, tough exterior,
fruitful, flawed and fatal;
Both wanting to be loved, but
not knowing how
to trust in
forever.