Anthony’s Poem

You were big and strong and brave…

always made waves.

The eldest

led the way

Kept us safe

always at play

Mama and the spoons

sunny afternoons…

milk and cookies

always there

had to ‘tribute’

share.

Our childhood

not so bad,

they cared.

Grown now

grown apart

grown to middle age

always in my heart.

Never matter

the loves the same

we were there

we share an unbreakable bond.

We will always care.

Cousin,

you are still

big and strong and brave,

heart of a lion,

a hero just the same.

Forbidden Gifts

Started over

fell behind

Began again

changed my mind

circles

squares

shapes collide

wondrous ride

downward slide

eyes glide

snatching glances

of gifts unseen

desire surges

resist urges

forbidden gifts…

Warrior Poet

Warrior Poet

Strong and true…

I write

I fight

I rise

I fall

I take it all.

Warrior Poet

one of a kind…

I laugh

I dance

I hug

I love

Warrior Poet

Earth Mother

I give it all

they take it.

Mirror Mirror

Mirror Mirror

On the wall

How the hell

did I get this old…

Mirror Mirror

On the wall

I am not

that tall

Mirror Mirror

On the wall

did there

have to be

so many

falls?

Moments

Whispering winds

trembling trees

streaks of sun

spirit soars

Alive

Breathe

whiffs of roses

sounds of birds

Like a lovers

tender touch

breezes dance

over my face

Alive

Breathe deep

Peace.

a stillness

that soothes

today

now

Alive

Breathing

dreaming

savoring

a Gift,

the present….

Kiss me…

Came, went, spent

Days

came and went

Dollars

came and spent

Love

came and went

came and spent

Dreams

came and went

came and spent

Chances

came and went

came and spent

Pain

came and went

came and spent

Beauty

came and went

came and spent

Hope

came and went

came and spent

Life

came and went

came and spent.

shreds & chards

Empty spaces

empty cases…

back door

dirty deals…

dishonorable

use of power

Integrity

dies for ego

ball less wonders

intoxicated

by shreds

and chards…

thoughtless

heartless

dense

unyielding

Soulless…

oh to see

and feel

the hands

of justice

Fair and true…

heart and soul

empty spaces

empty cases…

Life

Life-

is precious

is fleeting

is fragile

is strong

is long

is short

is predictable

is chaos

is joyful

is heartbreak

is health

is illness

is laughter

is serious

is playful

is work

is passion

is regret

is thoughtful

is cruel

is safe

is scary

is plentiful

is scarce

is easy

is hard

is all

is nothing

is here

is gone

is now

Live-

Do Shoal, Do Thuras

I search

I seek

when angered

I speak

I walk this earth

grateful for each step.

My life

my journey

your life

your journey.

Leading

following

meaning in the meaningless

simple pleasures

standing strong

against the odds

truth is truth

surrounded by lies

no answers to why.

Every breathe

every step…

Live it real

live it now

within you know how

time is skipping

sunrise

sunset

another step

another tick

closer to death…

Standing Stone

Standing stone

I am a rock

Born early

born small

A month with no love at all.

Mothers love

bright and strong

Father

Gone

Abandoned

pain

bright and strong

A wounded child

bright and strong

grows and serves

bright and strong

First love

bright and strong

hard choices

Gramps and Grandma

bright and strong

salt of the earth

Rock Strong

Gramps-my Father

Proud and loud

Grandma-Grams

Smoke and silence

We loved well…

Mother-

Friends come and friends go

Lovers come and lovers go

heart beats

heart breaks

life goes on…

Broken body

broken dreams

Strong as a rock

on a winters eve.

Marry, Mate

Love and Create

two Daughters

Bright and Strong

cruel games of mind

biding time

Escaped

Broken Heart

Broken Bonds

Rise above

the rising tides.

Moving on

like a rock

I stand the tides

We abide.

My greatest strength

is my strength.

Like a rock

Ma, I miss you

bright and strong

my memories live on

the people

the places

the faces

Painful, it has been

but,

love always begins again.

I rise

I endure

I compromise

I adapt

I laugh

I cry

I teach

I reach?

I write

I fight

I strive

sometimes

I wither on the vine

sometimes

I die

but,

if I rise

in my broken pieces

I walk

I breathe

I think

I feel

I rise

and try again

bright and strong

like a rock.

Standing stone.